"Stiles! Are you ready to go?" Y/N calls. She hears a thump and rapid footsteps running down the stairs.
"I'm ready, I'm ready. My keys, wallet, pants, yeah. I'm all set to go." Before he could walk out the door, Y/N puts a hand on his chest, slowly pushing him back. "What?"
Y/N makes a kissy face while holding out his lunch. Stiles smiles and grabs the lunch, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders. He kisses her long and sweet, humming in content. They part and Y/N smiles warmly, looking at him with half opened eyes.
"Okay, now you can go. Love you."
"Love you too." Stiles quickly pecks her lips and leaves to his jeep. Even after all this time, he still has the jeep. Y/N walks into the kitchen, grabbing a banana from the counter, Before she could even begin eating, her stomach twisted uncomfortably. Y/N drops the banana and covers her mouth, sprinting to the bathroom.
Y/N groans, flushing last night's dinner. She brushes her teeth, again, and goes to her and Stile's room. She grabs her phone and dial's Lydia's number, hearing her pick up instantly. "Hello?"
"Hey, Lyds. Can you come over? Something isn't right."
"Sure thing. Be there in 5." Y/N sighs, sitting on the bed.
Just as she promised, Lydia is entering her house exactly 5 minutes later. Y/N is now on the couch, watching some T.V. "Hey! Good to see you again. You look different."
"I think something is happening, but I don't want to jump into conclusion." Y/N begins as Lydia sits down next to her. "I've been throwing up at random times for the past week and I don't know if I'm sick or something else." Y/N admits.
Lydia's eyes widen. "Oh... Oh, my. And, you think you're...." She trails off, gesturing vaguely. Y/N nods, biting her bottom lip. Lydia nods, thinking. "Has Stiles gotten sick?"
"No, not at all. He seems perfectly fine, actually, and I kiss him a lot." Y/N answers. They both sit in silence, too afraid to speak.
"Should we...." Lydia trails off. "Should we go to the store and buy some or go to the doctors?" Y/N almost found it humorous if she wasn't so worried.
"Yeah. Yeah, let's go. Stiles is taking double shift tonight, he won't be home till later tonight." Lydia nods and they head off in her car, silent the entire time.
To say they were nervous would be an understatement. Lydia and Y/N haven't said a single word in 20 minutes. They both were sitting in the bathroom, the tests sitting on the counter. She tried three of them all at once, which was kind of difficult but worth it.
"Alright!" Lydia claps loudly, startling Y/N. She looks up at the short blonde with wide eyes, confused. "Come on, Y/N! We can do this! I'll read these to you, okay?" Y/N nods, quickly standing up. Lydia takes the tests, looking at each of them. Her eyes instantly widen.
"Lydia? What? Talk to me." Y/N urges. Becoming impatient, she quickly grabs the tests, her eyes also widening. On each one, two little lines stared back at her. "I'm pregnant?" Y/N whispers.
"You're pregnant." Lydia confirms. They look at each other and shout, pulling each other into a tight hug. "Oh, my god! Congratulations, Y/N! I know it was hard after the first miscarriage, but you have a baby now! Wait!" Lydia pulls back, holding her shoulders. "You need to tell Stiles. He'll be ecstatic!"
Y/N bites her bottom lip and nods. Lydia soon leaves, also needing to take care of things. Y/N sat in her living room, the tests sitting on the table. She was nervous, no doubt. Hell, she was terrified! Y/N and Stiles may live together, but they weren't married. They haven't even discussed marriage. Stiles was only 25 and with a real job. Y/N was 24 as an English teacher at Beacon Hills. Were they ready or is it too soon?
