Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

Chocolate Ice Cream and Olives - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

"Hey babe!" Stiles called as he walked through the door. "Something smells good." He gently kicked the door closed behind him and stepped out of his shoes. "Lyd?" He called again, furrowing his brow. He heard a sniffle from the living room.

As Stiles walked through the dining room, he took his gun holster off and hung it on the closest dining room chair. He spotted his wife sitting in the living room, back facing him.
He undid the top two buttons of his uniform shirt and crossed the last few steps to the living room.

"How's my favourite girl doing?" He sat down next to the red-haired beauty and put a hand on her knee. "Lydia?" He questioned quietly as he saw the single tear roll down her cheek.

Lydia sniffled and brushed the hair out of her face., shaking her head as she did so. "It's nothing. How was work?"

"It was the usual. Same ol' same boring Beacon Hills. What's the matter?"

Lydia took a deep breath and kicked her feet over Stiles' legs. "I knocked over the green beans."

Stiles tried to prevent a smile from breaking out across his face. "You..."

"Don't you make fun of me." Lydia warned.

"I would never make fun of you, Lyd. You know what the doctor said." Stiles wiggled Lydia's smallest toe.

"I want them out."

Stiles reached over and placed a splayed hand on Lydia's distended belly. Roscoe and Baseball-bat knocked over those green beans didn't they?" He cooed as he bent forward to place an ear at stomach-level. "How are my favourite boys doin'? Causing Mommy some greif?"

Lydia couldn't stop the smile and warmth that grew inside her. "I told you, if you keep calling him 'Baseball-bat', I'm not going to stop him when he tries to beat you with one."

Stiles laughed and placed a kiss on her belly. "So, other than the ruined green beans, what's for dinner, baby?" Stiles gently placed her legs back in a sitting position and stood up, unbuttoning the rest of his uniform shirt. He held a hand out to help his very pregnant wife get off the couch.

"Chicken and sweet potatoes. The beans are in the garbage so I chopped up a tomato and cucumber salad." Lydia said, rubbing her hand over her stomach. "This little boy has been kicking me all day."

Stiles held his hand against her stomach once again, feeling a gentle, and then a not-so-gentle push from the inside. "God I love that feeling." He said, smiling.

"I used to, too." Lydia mused. "Try having these in the middle of the night, though, and then them having a party on-top of your bladder."

"They'll be out so soon, Lyd, just a bit longer." He laughed.

Lydia closed the distance between them and gave her husband a long kiss. "I missed you today. Go wash up and change, baby. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

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After Stiles heard the water running in their master bedroom, he took his cellphone out of his pants, walked downstairs to the basement just to be safe, and dialed Scott's number.

"Hello?" Scott answered.

"Oh man," Stiles started to laugh. "I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold my tongue."

"What happened today?"

"I got home and she was crying because she knocked vegetables over with her belly."