"Stiles, you can't watch a 42 minute video in 10." Y/N raises an eyebrow, watching him stare at his screen. He quickly shushes her, flailing his arm at her to be quiet without moving his eyes away. Y/N snorts, an amused smile on her face.
"Fine, fine. Tell me, have you figured out which college you're going to after senior year?" Stiles sighs and pauses his star wars video, spinning around in his spinning chair to look at her.
"No, not a single clue." Y/N gives him a look. "I'm kidding. I'm gonna be like my dad, but a detective. I want to solve cases, you know? See things others can't, make my name for something. Along the way, find me a baby mama and have kids." He nods, pleased with himself.
Y/N's smile widens. "'Baby mama'?"
"It's the only word I could come up with." She nods and snickers, earning a playful glare.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you want Lydia to be your baby mama?" He nods, eyes beaming.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely. But, Lydia doesn't always seem to look at me. The only time she does is, well, when something is wrong." Stiles shrugs and spins around in his chair. "Imagine that, Lydia Stilinski.... Has a good ring to it." He pauses, staring at the air with a blank look. Suddenly, Stiles snaps out of it, looking at Y/N with a smile as if nothing happened. "What about you? What does you future look like?"
Y/N shrugs. "I don't have one, to be honest. I haven't really thought about it, considering our lives are always in danger and I'm wondering if I'll live past 20." Stiles laughs.
"Come on, Y/N. You gotta have something in mind." Y/N hums, puffing out her cheeks. She crosses her legs, sitting dead center of his bed. Y/N tilts her head side to side, trying to think of anything.
"Nope. I really can't. I guess I'll be babysitting your tiny offsprings. Which gender do you want anyways?" Y/N changed the subject back to him. In truth, she knew exactly what she wanted. Telling him wasn't ideal.
"A daughter." He beams. "I want to do everything for her. I want to be able to terrify the crap out of her boyfriends, embarrass her in front of her friends," Y/N laughs at him. Idiot. "But most importantly, I want to be there when she gets her first heartbreak, call her 'my little girl', fix her hair up for school, and hug her until she can't breath because her body will always be smaller than mine."
Y/N inside melt as Stiles bites his bottom lip. She stares at him in adoration, a goofy smile on her face. "I think I just fell in love with you." Stiles laughs, waving her off as he goes back to his computer. Y/N watches him exit out the video and continue his research, feeling her heart thump loudly.
"What kid do you want?" The sudden question quickly snaps her out of it.
"Boy."
"Why?" Stiles face scrunches up, turning in his seat to look back at her. "Boys are smelly and gross. They're difficult to take care of." Y/N huffs a laugh.
"Yeah, they are, but it's the same with you. I want him to be a mommy's boy. I don't know. When I have a son, I can teach him how to properly treat a girl, respect people, but be strong. If he can't and ends up calling me at 3 in the morning, I want to be there. To see a little boy go from a small bean to a grown man and still look at me like his world, like he did when he was 3, and ask for a hug. That's what I think warmth feels like." Y/N looks up at Stiles and her eyes widen.
"Sorry, I was rambling. All of that probably sounded stupid. I didn't--."
"You're going to be an amazing mom one day." Stiles cuts her off in awe. He gives her a cheeky grin. Y/N's cheeks burn, eyes still wide. "Any man would be lucky to have you as a wife." He goes back to his computer and Y/N knows that the end of the conversation, her heart beating faster against her ribs. The way he looked at her, his words repeating over and over in her head.
"But I want you to be the lucky one..."
