AN: FYI, I'm a multishipper and Sterek is beautiful but I don't think I even mentioned him in here and Martinski is so cute, I had to do this because the song fit so well.
Disclaimer: I give full credit to where it is due, as I do not own the characters of Teen Wolf or the beautiful song by the talented Ingrid Michaelson and all the lyrics/matching words I don't know they aren't mine? I'm just going to shut up and pray no one sues me.
Stiles was playing with Lydia's hair aimlessly as they laid next to each other on the bed when Lydia asked a horrible question that should never, ever even be thought of. It's just that bad. "Do you think that we'll ever get out of this life?"
Stiles stopped breathing, then. He didn't exactly mean to, but that question brought up so many things that he couldn't seriously answer. So, he did what was needed to rectify the situation. "Of course. We can live on an island, on the shoreline."
Lydia cracked a smile, seeing where this was going. She decided to play along, even though this would probably end very badly for both of them. "You'd smell like the sea, but I would keep you close even so. You'd be my boy, and we'd have three girls."
"All with strawberry curls," Stiles cut in, with a slight grin as he tugged on a lock of her hair. "Little Ella, Nelly and Faye." He finally looked down at her, "And I would watch you comb through their messy hair, scolding them softly about taking care of their hair."
"Faye's hair would turn brown when she got older," Lydia whispered, looking at Stiles with wide eyes, "Nelly would have beautiful moles, and Ella would go out everyday and swim, no matter how cold it was." She leaned into him, resting her forehead on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
Stiles tried to stay calm, this going in a bad direction, "It'd be far, far away. On a whole different continent, across the ocean from here. Everyone would be new, and we wouldn't have any problems. Not even druids, if we ended up in the U.K. It's a good enough place, even if Jackson could show up."
Lydia laughed, "He'd never be anything but a boy at the bar, he'd walked right past me. If that happened, if he showed up, we'd move again, even though you'd insist that we stay close enough so you still got to watch Doctor Who with the girls without having to do anything illegal, because we would be perfect citizens."
"Oh, we would be the most upstanding citizens. We would volunteer for everything, and always donate blood." Stiles nodded, laughing a little bit at that. Like they could be good. "But the girls would want to go far away too, they would want a new adventure, craving to get off the island like any good, beautiful rebellious teenagers would."
Lydia let out the breath she had been holding, "It's our other life, another shoreline, another beach, another house, another world." She looked up at Stiles again, catching his eyes before whispering, "Nelly Martin-Stilinski is a horrible name, just so you know. Ella and Faye, though. I like it. They're nice." She closed her eyes as Stiles leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.
He wiped the tears he knew were there without even having to look, she was shaking anyways. He just held her close, knowing that she needed comforting, even though he was breaking on the inside. He wanted that life, much more than he had thought in the beginning. He wanted Ella, and Nelly and Faye. He wanted every part of it, even Jackson showing up. It'd be a visit, though. A happy one, even. Of course, he could never actually admit it.