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Luna ran around the house trying to hide from her father from tickling her.
"No, no! Daddy, stop!!" She giggles as Stiles catch up to her and started tickling.
"You're not getting away!" Stiles laughed.
They eventually stop when it's time for her nap. Stiles carries his daughter up to her pink and blue room and lay her down on her bed.
"Daddy?" She suddenly spoke.
"Hm?" He sat beside her bed trying to read her a bedtime story.
"Who's that?" She pointed to a picture frame on her nightstand.
He glanced over and saw a picture of a 5'3, strawberry blonde locks and emerald green sparkling eyes with him besides her.
"That's your mother." He answered slowly while trying not to break in front of his daughter.
A couple minutes later, Luna is sound asleep, hugging a brown teddy bear that he bought for her 1st birthday. He shut the door slowly so Luna doesn't wake up.
He went inside his room and grabbed one of the picture frame from above his cupboard. He stared at the picture and lay down on his comfy bed alone.
Stiles let a tear streamed down his face after he stared at the picture for so long. It's a picture of him and Lydia on their wedding day. The ones at Luna's room is a picture of him and Lydia while she's 7 months pregnant with Luna.
"Why did you leave me?" His voice cracks as he buried his face to the pillows next to him.
Lydia passed away 3 years ago from today. She died giving birth to Luna. She did get a chance to hold her before she died. It was the second day Luna was born, the doctor said that she kept feeling this pain after she gave birth to her. They tried everything they could but non of them worked.
" You'll be a great father, Stiles. Take care of her when I'm gone."
"Lydia, don't talk like that. You're going to be fine."
"Stiles, I'm not going to make it. Please take care of her. Give this on her 13th birthday."
"No, you have to gave her yourself. Lydia- I can't- I can't lose you. Not now not never. To- you're going to survive this!"
She gently touch his face and tilt it up so he's facing her. She smiled, looking at her husband. Tears still streaming down his face.
"I love you, Stiles. Don't forget that."
"I love you too. Lydia please dont-"
And there he broke down completely. He kept shaking her to wake her up. But he knew that she's gone. The 10 year plan did work but not for long. He's cried loud enough for the whole hospital to heard him.
Lydia also gave him a neatly wrapped gift before she passed away. He didn't opened it because he's afraid of what it might say. He thought he moved on but no, he didn't. There's not a day pass that he didn't think about her. Oh how he missed those strawberry blonde locks, wide emerald green eyes, her humor and every part of her to be honest. He needs her.
But tonight, he felt like opening the gift she handed to him before she died. He hesitated to open the gift but did it anyway after a lot of convincing.
More tears escaped when he saw what's inside. A letter and two picture frames; one is both of them on their first date and another one is them is when they found out she's pregnant.
He placed the frames aside and opened the letter.
Dear Stiles,
Hey honey. I know by the time you're reading this Luna's going to be 3 years old. I promise is not a banshee prediction, okay? I just know you too well. You couldn't read it right away because you knew this letter is going to be sadder. So, I met you while we're in third grade at a sandbox. You sat next to me and we played together. You were my first best friend. I remember Theo came to me one day and pick one me but of course, you defended me. And guess what? You're not the only one to love someone from the third grade. Anywho Stiles, the reason I left you this letter is to tell you that you're never alone. You'll always have me and Luna. I love you, I love you, I love you. I can write it repeatedly and not get tired by it. Trust me. But I'm out of space to write this and for the last time; I love you, Miecyzslaw Stiles Stilinski.
Your dearest,
Lydia C.G Martin.
He wiped away and smiled. This is not so bad. He gently folds the letter and put in the drawer next to his bed and try to fall asleep. His mind is full with their memories together as a child, best friend, couples and parents. He loved it all. Stiles turned over to close the nightlight but stopped when he saw two more pictures of them together below the light. He smiled to himself again, turned off the light.
"Good night, Lydia. I love you too." He whispered.
{ Author's Note }
Opinion? I'm sorry I kept writing sad Stydia story. Fuowwbwlabkanejdmd I'm so sorry. Give me happy story suggestions at the comment or directly. <3
Hearts, M. ⭐
