Author's Note: This idea has been stuck in my head for the longest time ^^ It takes place eleven years after Derek becomes the alpha. If something doesn't make sense, it's probably because I wrote this at 3:30 in the morning. Because I do not have any idea what Lydia is, she's a human in this story. If I decide to continue this, I might change my mind and say she's a werewolf. I dunno yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. If I did, the new season would not include new characters ;)

Stiles Stilinski gave the stack of papers in front of him a death glare. He had to read the entire pile by 6:00, and right now it was...5:45.

See, Stiles had two jobs. Not only was he a cop, but he was also a member of the Werewolf Council. A year after Derek Hale killed Peter Hale, the former alpha, the council had approached them (and Scott, too.) Apparently, they were like Congress. They set rules for the werewolves, made sure they were followed, and watched out for them. For some reason, he was invited to become apart of it. Scott and Derek were confused as to why they asked him to join, but he figured they needed a human input. Since he was already familar with werewolves, he was the perfect match, right?

Stiles was really starting to regret accepting their offer.

Glancing at the clock, he noticed that ten minutes had passed by since the last time he had looked.

"Damn." He muttered under his breath. Standing, he headed for the kitchen. There was no way he'd finish reading those papers in five minutes. Stiles went right for the fridge, feeling starved. He swore he had a bottomless pit for a stomach. Stiles opened the fridge and got out lunch meat, deciding he'd have a sandwich for dinner. Earlier, he had made dinner for his wife, but not for himself. He didn't really care.

Once he was finished, he sat down at the kitchen table and bit into his sandwich. It fell apart but he didn't seem to notice or care. It didn't take long for him to finish his dinner. Sighing, Stiles cleaned up the kitchen and headed for the living room. Werewolf council business could wait; he needed a nap.

He flopped down onto the couch and closed his eyes. Finally.

"Stiles?" He heard his name being called from upstairs. His eyes opened and he got off the couch, rushing to the stairs. Looking up, he saw his wife standing at the top.

Stiles still couldn't believe he was married to Lydia Martin. She was as beautiful as she had been back in high school. Hell, she was always going to be beautiful. There was no doubt about it. Lydia Martin...

"Are you listening?"

Stiles snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips. "You said you didn't want me going down stairs by myself. I want to come down. Mind helping me?" She asked, sounding irritated.

Stiles hurried up the stairs and soon stood at her side. "Alright, let's go." He wrapped an arm around her and held on, taking one step at a time. Lydia looked annoyed, like she didn't want to be treated this way.

"This is ridiculous, Stilinski." She muttered. Once they reached the bottom, she made her way to the kitchen.

Stiles watched her go, smiling. It was weird seeing Lydia with a baby bump. It made her even cuter. The smile grew wider when he noticed her penguin waddle. "You look so cute when you waddle." He commented.

Lydia turned around, sending him a death glare. "Shut it." She growled. She probably wouldn't talk to him for the rest of the night because of his stupid little comment, but he didn't care. The smile remained on Stiles Stilinski's face.