Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

a blessing. - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

Lydia Martin always had a plan, an answer, an alternative.

Her life had unfolded perfectly since graduation, despite a few minor bumps in the road. Beacon Hills always managed to stir up trouble, but it was a normality her life. It had only been a few years after graduation, and while Lydia was already months into her undergrad, Stiles was finishing up his junior year. Ultimately, Lydia made the decision to move closer to Stiles after graduating from MIT, both agreeing that being apart from each other was the last thing they needed. Thankfully, Lydia had plenty opportunities in D.C and it was a perfect fit for the two of them. It wasn't as easy as Lydia hoped, finding an apartment, but it happened-with enough persuasion and money-and they were settled. Both she and Stiles often talk about what life would have been like, had they stayed in Beacon Hills, but it was probably for the greater good. Scott generally doesn't visit, though when he does, he often talks about how calm it has been since they've all went their separate ways. They would all be lying if they said it didn't feel unnatural-shocker, it did-that they weren't fighting a new monster every few months. But, this was real life. This was how normal people lived and they would do so, even if they were abnormal people if a normal world. So, it was normality and routine that both Lydia and Stiles had adjusted too.

Stiles proposed in May, right after Lydia's graduation. He figured Lydia would throw the ring back at him and tell him to wait a few years, but she didn't. Stiles had always hinted around the idea and brought it up in conversation, causing Lydia to punch him, assuming he was mostly joking. Unfortunately, he couldn't wait any longer. Much like Lydia, Stiles had a plan too. For Christ sake, the kid had a ten-or fifteen, which didn't matter obviously, because he had Lydia and those plans were out the window-year plan to seduce Lydia Martin into falling in love with him. But, he also acted on instinct, belief, and feeling. There was no stronger feeling that what he felt for the woman he loved and he knew immediately that he needed her in his life, for as long and as much as humanly possible.

It started with her period being late, which honestly, didn't startle her much. It was a common occurrence and while the thought was stowed away in the back of her mind, it was still a thought. It never frightened her or made her second guess herself, but she was logical. Then it was the sickness. In the beginning, it wasn't regular or frequent, which should have been the first warning to Lydia. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever gotten ill, but with her wedding approaching, she assumed it was nerves. Some days it would be mornings, hugging the toilet, her head practically half buried in the bowl and others would be late night with the inability to be away from the toilet for more than a couple minutes. Despite the odds, she managed to hide it from her fiancé fairly well. Stiles was often away at classes, his pre-FIB courses stretching him thin, which is why Lydia began to worry. A wedding, to Lydia, was easy. She loved planning and organizing, so it was second nature. Within a couple months, most of their major issues had been figured out and now left tiny issues, which didn't need to be handle until right when the wedding rolled around. Lydia Martin prided herself on the fact that she was probably the most decisive and arranged bride on the earth-well, she liked to think so. Lydia Martin was careful and nothing less that meticulous. But, this, this was not something Lydia Martin had a plan for.

Her doubts were confirmed a few weeks after the symptoms began, and though Lydia didn't need a test to prove it, she would do it for her sanity and for Stiles. God, Stiles, she thinks. In all the chaos that she considered her life, she couldn't even begin to describe how this would affect Stiles. He was more loving and caring of a person than Lydia could ever be herself, which is why she couldn't do this, not to Stiles. She pictured a million different scenarios in her head, each one ending badly. Lydia Martin could not do this to the one, sole person, who she treasured more than anything else she had ever been gifted.