"Happy one year." Lydia whispered and Stiles smiled, humming at the little kiss she placed on his lips. He was laying on his stomach, the morning sunlight barely coming through the window and Lydia was right next to him, curled under his arm.
"Coffee?"
"With extra cream!" He added as she slipped out of bed and down the stairs to her kitchen. She yawned but grinned, looking around to the life of color Stiles added to her crisp white apartment. Collection of his jackets had ended up on the back of the front door, a stack of DVDs by her tv, even a stray sock he would forget to pick up upon leaving.
Just as she was about to pour his coffee into a mug, a knock came from her front door. She groaned. Who in their right mind would come here this early. Her eyes nearly shot out of her head. "Mom, Dad? I thought– I thought you went to Peru?" She stuttered, knowing her face was either as pale as snow or as red as the burning hell below her. Her mother stepped inside, each step she took with the click of her heels like a nail being punctured through Lydia's chest.
"Well we were," Mr.Martin sighed, "but Natalie wanted to come home sooner for some unknown reason."
The two both looked on at her mother, sitting on one of the leather sofas, tapping away at her phone. They both knew the reason, she was a workaholic.
"Hey, babe– oh shit." Stiles covered his mouth at the curse. Suddenly all eyes were led up to the loft, where a shirtless stranger covered in ink over looked the barely a family below. Lydia's father raised a brow at her.
"My parents are here, why don't you come down." Lydia forced herself to say through a fake grin. He backed away from the edge of the loft with a speechless thumbs up. "And put a shirt on!" She quickly turned to her parents. "I can explain, I will explain–"
"Explain what? The strange man who called you 'babe' and is covered in tattoos and trouble?" Her mother hissed from her place on the couch.
Lydia rolled her eyes. "You're stereotyping."
Before Natalie could fire back, Stiles came bounding down the stairs with a huge grin on his face. "So sorry about that, I guess I should introduce myself now. Uh, I'm Stiles." He cleared his throat and held out his hand for Mr.Martin to shake.
He took it warily. "Is Stiles a nickname?"
"Yes sir, you'd hate to hear the real one." He tried to laugh but the man had a flat expression.
"I would prefer to call you by the real one."
"It's Mieczyslaw."
"Suppose I'll be calling you Stiles then." Mr.Martin chuckled causing Stiles to as well and Lydia's spirits lifted a little. So far so good, they judged him quickly but he's making a good impression.
"So how long have you been sleeping with our daughter?" Her mother was a harder case to crack though. Stiles' brows lifted and his mouth fell open a little.
"We–we, uh, Lydia and I do love each other, ma'am but we haven't done anything. I really respect her and I-I can't speak too far into the future but waiting until marriage is obviously the most preferred choice." He smiled, feeling good with his answer. Natalie eyed him, chose to ignore his answer and turned back to her phone.
"What your mother meant was how long have you two been dating?" Mr.Martin asked while sitting next to his wife.
Lydia and Stiles sat on the couch opposite of the two, glancing at each other as if to say should we be honest?
"A year today, actually." Stiles curled his hand around hers and grinned at the blush that rose to her cheeks. Damn she loved that boy. He caught both of her parents staring at him. "It's not rude to ask, I have nothing to hide."
As if being caught stealing candy like little kids, they both looked away. Like no one ever looks at me, Stiles laughed in his head. "I'm not sure how many I have, I've lost count. I'm not a bad guy, or at least I think I'm not and they all have meaning, I promise. You really can ask me anything, I'll tell you anything you want."
Natalie spoke this time. "Did your parents always approve?"
There was a pause, a moment where his Adam's apple bobbed a bit while he decided how to word his next statement. Lydia caught him twisting his lip ring. "They never got to see them, actually. . .they're, um, they're dead." He could practically hear them screaming 'no wonder' but brushed it off. He just wanted them to like him, why wouldn't he? The parents of his favorite person in the world and they hated him, that he knew.
They left shortly after that, not being quite clear on their reason for coming in the first place but it didn't seem to matter.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry they– they're so, ugh!" Lydia grunted and wrapped her arms around his torso. He instantly hugged back, kissing her temple, mumbled how he was fine and he had been tormented with questions like that all his life. She still felt bad. He kissed her again, something to the lips this time.
"I, uh, I have something to show you." He cleared his throat. She raised a brow at him.
With a soft smile, Stiles lifted his right hand into her line of vision and pointed to a fresh tattoo below the knuckle of his ring finger. It was a tiny star, the kind you make by crossing lines on a paper. "For you." He murmured.
"Me?"
He nodded. Damn he loved her. He always would.
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Authors note:
The end. IT SUCKED I KNOW IM SORRY BYE.
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-Chloe
