Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

Married Life

As much as they complain about each other, Stiles and Lydia loved being married.

"Stiles? Did you do the dishes?" Lydia asked over the phone. She was driving home from work and had asked him to wash them that morning since he had the day off. But Lydia didn't even have to ask if he had washed them. She already knew the answer. A woman always knows. She knew there was still going to be a pile of dirty dishes in the sink when she got home.

"The dishes?" Stiles hesitated for a moment. Lydia rolled her eyes as she heard him muttered expletives to himself. "Of course baby. How could I forget? The dishes will most definitely be done when you get home. But uh, how long will that be exactly?" He asked.

Lydia laughed to herself. "About five minutes."

"Five minutes?! Jesus Christ." Stiles exclaimed. She could here him running to the kitchen.

"Is there a problem?" Lydia asked coyly.

"No problem at all. I'm just so very excited to see my beautiful, PATIENT wife who I love so much. See you in five baby." Stiles said quickly.

"See you in five. Oh, and Stiles?" She asked.

"Yes my love?" He answered.

"Do the damn dishes." Lydia said.

"Right. Sorry baby."

That was one of many moments like that. Stiles was always the forgetful one. Lydia, on the other hand, had an exceptional memory that never failed to amaze Stiles.

"Is this dress okay?" Lydia asked. Stiles turned around and had his breath knocked out of him. Lydia was wearing a red velvet dress that looked like it was made for her. They were finally going out on a long awaited date night and Lydia decided to break out her favorite dress. The dress she wore when she first met Stiles.

"You look..." Stiles couldn't even finish his sentence. He just gave her a thumbs up. His agape mouth and wide eyes let Lydia know she looked just fine.

"Thank you. As do you." Lydia complimented her husband. Stiles didn't wear suits often, but when he did, he looked like an absolutely dreamboat.

"Hold up. I need a side view. Turn." Stiles commanded. Lydia rolled her eyes and turned to the side. Stiles pretended to faint.

"Lydia I can't even breath." He stated. Lydia laughed and turned back to face him.

"Stop it." She laughed. But she didn't want him to stop. In fact, she hoped he'd never stop.

"I can't. You look like a SNACK." Stiles exclaimed again.

"You're ridiculous." She brushes off his compliment.

"I was wrong. You look like a snack and a half. No, even that's not good enough to describe you. Lydia, you are a four course meal." He continued. Lydia just rolled her eyes playfully and walked to the door to get her heels.

"Dang. I'm gonna need to use y=mx+b to measure the slope of that ass." Stiles joked.

"That's mathematically incorrect. Unless my butt was linear, but that's biologically incorrect. You'd be better off using something like y equals ax to the second power plus bx plus c because the ass is the second-degree polynomial curve." Lydia corrected him. Stiles started at her in awe for a minute.

"What, did you major in booty math?" He asked. Lydia laughed again and took his hand.

"Let's go. I'll tell you more formulas on the way." She said.

"Lead the way my queen."

And of course, Stiles always had his go to excuse for doing something wrong. Lydia heard him say this phrase at least twice a week. And even after four years of marriage, it still made her laugh.

"Stiles, could you take out the garbage?" Lydia asked. It was sitting by the door and had begun to emit a pungent smell.

"Can't you?" He asked. He was equally as lazy as Lydia.

"I would but I don't want too." Lydia smiled.

"Well I don't want to either." Stiles shot back. Lydia gave him a look. Usually, that's all it would take. But he was being particularly resilient today. She knew she had to break out the eyes.

"Please? For me?" She asked, giving Stiles her saddest puppy dog eyes. He stared into them, trying to resist, but ultimately failed.

"Fine. I'll do it. But I'm going to complain about it the entire time." Stiles said. Lydia gave him a gracious smile.

"Thank you baby. And could you hurry please? It smells awful." She asked.

"Alright alright." He said. But he still didn't pick up his pace.

"A little faster please." She spoke up.

"What do you want from me Lydia?I only have nine toes." Stiles retorted and walked faster to the door. Lydia laughed at him and waited for him to come back inside.

"You know, you lost your toe almost six years ago. You can't keep using it as an excuse." Lydia told him.

"Watch me." He grumbled.

Lydia definitely wasn't the funny one in the relationship. Stiles had taken that title long before they got married. But every now and then, Lydia would crack a joke that left Stiles smiling for days.

"You almost ready baby?" Stiles called to Lydia. She was still in the bathroom doing her makeup. Stiles stood fixing his cuff links in the big mirror in their bedroom. The two were getting ready for Scott's wedding and Lydia insisted on them wearing matching colors. Lydia's navy blue dress perfectly matched Stiles's tie. Lydia waltzed out of the bathroom and joined Stiles at the mirror.

"Looking good, Stilinski." She gushed.

"Lydia, we've been married for four years. Why are you still calling me by my last name?" Stiles asked.

"I was talking to myself." Lydia answered, never taking her eyes off her reflection. That little joke remained in Stiles's mind the rest of the day, causing him to giggle when he thought about it.

Their marriage was what it was because of who it was between. Two best friends. And all these little moments are what made it so special.

"I'm glad I married you." Stiles randomly said one day.

"Hmm?" Lydia asked, turning to look at him.

"I'm glad I married my best friend." He finished. Lydia smiled and wrapped her arms around his torso.

"You and me both, baby." She said.