Long chapter for you guys today ;)
Fast forward 8 years later, he finally arrived back to his home. As the sign saying 'Welcome To Beacon Hills' pass his sight, he smirked to himself. He's no longer driving his baby blue beloved jeep, he's driving what it seems to be a very expensive car.
He grips tighter onto the steering wheel as memories of what he's been through the past 8 years suddenly rushed to his head.
Gunshots fired left and right, people screaming bloody murder is not what you wanted to remember right?
He grab his bag from the backseat of his car and exited his car. A loud 'bip' noise from his car, draws attention from people who's inside the Stilinski's house.
This house hasn't change a bit, He thought to himself.
"Son!" Noah ran towards Stiles who'sstanding still when he saw his father.
He's using a walking cane now. How much did he miss?
He dropped his bag and give a huge hug to his father. His eyes are watery with either happiness or sadness, he couldn't tell. Happy that he get to see him and sad because he missed a lot of event in his father and his friends life.
"I miss you," Noah stepped back from him.
Stiles look at his father eyes and smile. "I miss you too, I'm sorry I didn't say anything when I left."
His father just smile and tilt his head, signal him to go inside the house. Stiles grabbed his bag from the ground and nods. Is he ready to see them again? His friends?
As Stiles enter the house, he saw all head tilt to his direction. Except one, Lydia. She's looking down at her feet not knowing his existence.
He dropped the bag once again as Scott ran towards him with tears streaming down his face. He let Scott cried in his arms, he misses this.
"Where the fuck did you fucking go?" He pushed himself away from Stiles' body.
He said nothing but smiled. Is this the right time to tell them? "Like your beard." He joked, completely ignoring his question.
As Scott done hugging his best friend, he let his other friends gave him a hug. Issac and Theo is even here. Stiles glanced over back at Lydia who still haven't moved an inch. His eyes furrowed but distracted when he saw a little boy appear from behind the sofa with a blanket and a teddy bear in his hands.
Theo glance at Stiles' attention and chuckled softly. "That's Michael, my and Malia's 3 years old son."
Stiles' eyes widened as he look at Theo's face. He's serious.
"We all call him Mickey though," Malia wrap her arms around Theo's waist.
Malia walked over to Michael, carry him in her arms as he slowly falls back to sleep.
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"So, how much do I miss?" Stiles look up, seeing all of their faces staring at him.
"Are you kidding? You miss a lot." Kira walk towards Isaac with her huge belly with cookies in her hands.
They all started chatting about their highschool stories. Stiles' eyes can't keep off Lydia though. She still looking down, like she's froze in time.
"Alli," Stiles stood up from the stool and called out for his sister. "Is there something wrong with Lydia?"
Allison turn her head towards the sofa and sighs. "She was fine before you came so I don't know. I did ask her if she's okay but she stay silent." She frowns "You should talk to her. But before that,"
She grabs his hands and bring it towards her stomach. His eyes looked directly to hers when he felt a baby kicking. "Oh lord- are you serious? I'm going to be an uncle?" He ask with a high tone. She nods and smiled at her goofy brother.
Stiles laughed and look over at the sofa, Lydia's no longer there. He excuse himself from the crowd and look for Lydia. He finally found him sitting on his old bedroom while she's holding a picture.
"Are you okay?" Stiles open the door wider do he could walk in.
"How am I okay? You left me, you left all of us without any fucking explanation." She stood up and look at his caramel eyes.
Stiles stared back at her emerald green eyes. "I'm sorry, Lydia. I can't tell you that."
"Why not?" Her voice cracks as she tried to hold back her tears.
"Because I will lose you if I do. I'll lose all of you." He stepped closer towards her.
Stiles wipe one tear away from her face. They continue to stare at each other sparkling eyes.
"Don't leave me ever again," she hugged him.
"I won't," Stiles cupped her face and lean in for a kiss.
They lips collides and nothing else matters after 8 years apart from each other. No calling, texting, hear each other voices.
They both pulled away after they heard a knock on the door. They turned around and see Scott standing there with a horrified expression.
"So, uh.. Isaac and Malia rushed Kira to the hospital cause her water broke."
"Fuck," Lydia rushed out of the bedroom door, pass Stiles and Scott.
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"Are you going to the hospital later?" Lydia asked Theo as she rush downstairs.
"Yeah, just waiting for this little guy to fall asleep." He swings Michael back and forth to make him fall asleep.
"I think you should go, I'll take care of him." Lydia insist.
"God, Lydia. Thank you. You're a life saver." Theo passes Michael to Lydia.
"No problem, I know Malia will be pissed if you're not there with her." She chuckled.
Theo grabbed Kira's hospital bag that they left to bring to the hospital. The door shut closed as he left.
Now there's Scott, Allison, Noah, Stiles, Lydia and Michael left in the house.
"Are you going, Noah?" Lydia asked.
"Later, this old man need to rest."
"Okay," she nodded as she went back upstairs to grab Michael's essentials. "I'm going to the hospital with Allison, you both want to come?" She ask as she pass Scott and Stiles.
"I'm going to stay here with my dad." Stiles smiles when he saw Michael in Lydia's arms.
"Yeah, I want to catch up with Stiles. We'll go with Noah later tonight." Scott add.
Stiles walk over to Lydia with a smirk slapped on his face. "And maybe when you got back we could make one of this," he swift his eyes to the side, pointing at Michael.
"Oh my-" Lydia rolled her eyes playfully as Stiles gave her a peck on the lips then kissing Michael on his cheek and ran back to his bedroom.
{ Author's Note }
Hello! Long time no see ❤ anywho, I hope you enjoy this long chapter! Hope this will make up for not publishing for a fucking long time.
Hearts, M. ⭐
