Story of my life

Searching for the right

But it keeps avoiding me

Sorrow in my soul

'Cause it seems that wrong

Really loves my company

The sound of her alarm clock and the smell of her routine morning coffee had wakened her. As she stretched her limbs which were achy from sleep, she took a minute to process her new life and all that it came with. She had an amazing husband that loved her through all of her faults, a wonderful job and friendships that only grew stronger after she graduated high school. But she knew even with her life being as great as it was she couldn't help but feel like something was missing, an emptiness in her heart that wasn't able to be filled. The sound of her husband's voice echoing through their condo dragged her out of her thoughts.

"Lydia, babe, time for breakfast."

Grinning spite herself, Lydia shrugged off her previous thoughts and grabbed her robe as she went to have morning breakfast with her husband of almost 3 years.

"Morning, baby!" she says greeting him with a kiss on the lips.

"Someone's in a good mood." Michael said as he pulled Lydia closer to him and to give her another peck on the mouth.

"What can I say I have a lot to be grateful for and I haven't slept that well since… ever" Lydia said sliding into the chair her husband pulled out for her.

"Good. You work way too hard and with the lack of sleep you've been getting I was starting to think you were a vampire or some type of supernatural creature or something." He chuckles.

Lydia almost chokes on her orange juice.

"What?" she says while struggling to gain her composure.

"Baby, it was a joke. Are you ok?" His smile immediately turning into a frown which involved into full on concern.

Lydia didn't even have to look up to know that he was concerned about her, so in typical Lydia martin fashion she thought on her feet.

"Aw, sorry if I scared you, my orange juice went down the wrong pipe but have I told you how sexy you are when you're all concerned and worried about me?" she said as she slowly walks over to the counter where he was standing.

"You know we have at least a half an hour before it's time to go to work, how about I take a couple of minutes to show my hubby how much I appreciate him?"

She slowly wrapped her arms around him kissing him chastely. "You know as very very very tempting this is, I have to go in early. Rain check?" He says prying her small hands from around his neck and kissing her on the cheek.

Feeling rejected she offers a small smile as he made his way out of the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, Happy anniversary." Michael says over his shoulder with a smile before leaving the kitchen completely.

It wasn't an ideal greeting but in all fairness Lydia only came on to him because she was trying to cover her tracks. Supernatural creatures are often talked about in books or in not so funny puns.

"I was starting to think you were a vampire or some type of supernatural creature or something." He had no idea. Lydia chuckles at the thought and bids her husband a good day as he leaves for work.

"Oh hey, don't forget we have reservations at the signature room at 7." Lydia says before kissing him bye.

"Gotcha! Love you, baby."

"Love you too"

Even though her relationship with her husband was pretty solid she was still keeping the fact that she was a banshee from him. Can you blame her? It isn't something that comes up in everyday conversation and ever since she left beacon hills she has been able to control her powers and there hasn't been any supernatural threat, so all was well. Thoughts a beacon hills invaded her mind as she got dressed for work. As if it was on cue, Lydia phone rings.

"Hey Allison."

"Happy anniversary, Lydia. Is mike around?"

"Thanks and nope you just missed him."

"Well shit. Talk about bad timing. Any plans?"

"Dinner at the signature room tonight after work." Lydia says grabbing her car keys off the dresser.

"Sounds romantic, have fun." Allison says teasingly.

"Hey, Allison, have you told Cedric about being a double for Laura Croft?"

There's a pause and some ruffling on the other end of the phone. "Umm, random and no, he thinks I have a military background. Why do you ask?"

Lydia lets out a deep sigh as she gets into her car. "I've been married to Michael for 3 years today he doesn't even know who he's married to." She finally says.

"Lyd-"

"I know it's not something that comes up in everyday conversation." Lydia says sounding irritated.

"Lydia, what is this really about?"

Sounding puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"Stiles." Allison says cutting right to the chase.

The mention of his names is what cause Lydia to immediately put up a wall. "You know what Allison, I'm about to head into work and I want to thank you for the congratulations and the advice but I have to go. I love you, bye."

"Lydia, Wai-," Is all she hears before hanging up.

Stiles was still a sensitive subject and it certainly wasn't a conversation she wanted to have before he went into work or on her anniversary.

After sitting in the car for 10 mins trying to get her previous phone conversation out of her mind. She in finally ready to begin her day, or so she thinks.

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Noon turned into 4 which turned into 6:15 and kydia wasn't even dressed for her dinner with Michael.

Being the fashionista that she was, Lydia always made sure she kept a spare outfit for all purposes in her luxury office just in case she was running late, which happened more often than not.

"Shit shit shit." Is all she said as she rushed to get dressed.

Frantically making her way back to her car she checked her phone and saw that she had 4 voice mails and 5 texts from her husband. As she listened to the first two her eyes furrowed as she heard how worried he was about her. He was always worried about her.

Not realizing how fast she was going, Lydia glanced in her rearview mirror and saw red and blue light flashing.

"shit shit shit, not today, please." Lydia said pulling over to the side over the road.

Rolling down her window "I'm so sorry officer. I'm running late. And it's my anniversary and..."

After digging into her purse to look for her license and registration she finally managed to look up.

"Lydia?"

"Stiles?"

They both said simultaneously.

It was like no time has passed at all and Stiles still looked at Lydia the same way he did when they were teens.

"Um, what are you doing here?" Lydia says and it feels like her heart in caught in her throat.

I'm working." He says as he grabs her information.

"No, I mean, what are you doing in Chicago? I thought you were back in beacon hills."

"I left 2 years ago, after my dad finally retired."

Lydia was suddenly fascinated by her steering wheel.

"Wow, the sheriff finally hung up his badge. I'm happy for him. He deserves it." She says with a smile.

Stiles was like a deer caught in headlines because her smile, and her calling his dad sheriff was all too familiar.

Yeah, me too." he says rubbing the back of his neck in stiles fashion."

"Um, is that why you're here?" Lydia says with a bit of curiosity and underlining hope.

Why was she hoping? She's a happily married woman. This is stiles, nothing has changed, right?

"Yeah, once my dad retired and he and Melissa began their lives together, I figured he was in in good hands. So, here I am."

Both feeling the tension in the air.

"Um, I'm going to let you off with a warning." Stiles said trying not to notice how amazing she looked.

"Stiles, I would really prefer it if you gave the ticket." Feeling the slight blush creep on her cheeks when she catches stiles staring.

"Tough, we don't always get what we want." He says before walking away. "Oh, Happy Anniversary, Lydia!" He says with a small smile that made Lydia's heart skip a beat as he made his way to his car and driving off.

And that was it. She watched him speed into the night and all Lydia could do was cry because for the first time in 8 years she finally knew what she was missing. That emptiness that couldn't seem to be filled no matter what she tried. It was stiles and to make matters worse she was late to an anniversary dinner with her husband.

Finally making her way to the restaurant Lydia did some final checks on her make-up before walking into the restaurant.

"Hey there you are. I was worried sick." Michael says pulling Lydia in to a bear hug.

Lydia's heart was racing a million miles per minute and Michael must've felt it thumping against his chest.

"Are, you ok?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine, it's just…" she trailed off, "I got a speeding ticket on my way over and I tried to get here as fast as I could but I was still late and I feel like I ruined our anniversary." She said dispiritedly.

Taking her hand in his, "Honey, as long as you're here and ok, nothing is ruined." He said kissing her hand before offering her comforting smile.

They continued their anniversary dinner and exchanged presents and I love you's for the most part Lydia was enjoying herself, at least that's what her husband thought. Later that night as they made their way home, thoughts of a tall, pale skinned, dark haired man plagued her thoughts. Was this life? Was she really thinking about Stiles Stilinski her ex-boyfriend on her anniversary night? I mean, sure she had thought about stiles plenty of times after she left beacon hills but seeing him in Chicago tonight of all nights.

Looking at herself in the vanity mirror her husband bought her for their anniversary. A vanity mirror, really? She was into that sort of think when she was high school but a lot of things happened and Lydia isn't that shallow teenage girl anymore. I guess, the stories she shared with Michael gave him the impression that this would be a perfect gift.

Stiles would know how much I would've preferred something that stimulated my mind.

She found herself thinking. Wait. Was she comparing her husband to Stiles? OK, Lydia, get it together. Shaking all thoughts of an ex whom shall remain nameless, she slide the door open revealing the Victoria Secret lingerie she bought for their special night.

"So, what do you think?" She said seductively.

Michael's eyes were practically bulging out of his head. Deciding that her husband should have all of her attention, Lydia practically jumped him. As things grew more and more heated and as Lydia's mind drifted farther and farther away from Stiles. Michael suddenly pulls away after hearing his phone ring.

Sighing in disbelief and feeling sexually frustrated Lydia knew what the call about.

"Honey, I'm sorry but-"

"You have to go into work." Lydia finishes for him.

Catching the eye roll she gave him, Michael didn't even bother making a promise they both knew he wouldn't keep. Kissing her on the cheek and rushing to get dressed Lydia was left to home alone.

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Thoughts of the strawberry blonde raced through his mind as he drove out of her line of sight. Stiles didn't know what shocked him more, the fact that she was actually here with him or the fact that she was celebrating her wedding anniversary. Stiles could've told Lydia that he wasn't a traffic cop and that he was actually doing a buddy a favor because he gave him the lead he needed on his first homicide case. But why would he? He had already kept her longer than necessary. He tries to erase the thoughts out of his mind as he walked into his two bedroom apartment, it wasn't much but he since he was rarely home it was enough for him.

After finally being able to relax he took the time to call his dad to give him a brief of his day intentionally forgetting to leave out the fact that he ran into Lydia because he knew how his father felt about Lydia and how much he loved them together, and yeah, stiles didn't feel like going there tonight. His next call was to his best friend, it's been a week since they last talked and a week is way too long.

"Yoooo!" he hears as the phone picks up on the 3rd ring. "Sup, bro?" Stiles replies with a smile. God he really missed hearing his voice. "Nothing much just having dinner with Kira, you?" There was a long pause. Stiles was trying to decide of he should feel Scott in on everything he did today including stopping Lydia. "Dude." Scott says snapping him out of his trance. "You, ok?"

"Yeah, I was on traffic duty." He says finally collecting his thoughts. "Traffic duty, I thought you were-"

"I am a buddy of mine helped me get a lead on this homicide case I'm working on, so I covered for him and that when I pulled Lydia over." He whispering that last part. "So, how's Kira?" Stiles rolled eyes after hearing Scott choking on the other end of the phone.

"Wait. You pulled whoever?" Scott says struggling to gain his composure. Letting out a frustrating deep sigh. "Dude, you have werewolf hearing, so I'm pretty sure you heard me." It wasn't that Stiles was frustrated with Scott it's just that this is the first time he sees Lydia in 8 years and when he does finally see her again she's celebrating a wedding anniversary. "Sorry, man I didn't mean to sound upset it's just..."

"It's been 8 years, bro, I understand. I was there when you guys called it quits and I was there when you shattered into pieces when she left town. I get it." Scott was stiles' rock after he and Lydia called it quits and she left town. Long distant relationships never really work out. Stiles didn't have the heart to leave his dad and Lydia would never put him in the position where he had to choose between her and his dad. The breakup was civil they loved each other deeply but it just couldn't work. They agreed to stay in touch but the pain of not being together was too much and they eventually just lost touch, even though it was times were he swear he could feel her near him. "Yeah." He said rubbing his free hand over is eyebrow.

"How did it go, is she ok?" Scott was both curious and worried because he knows what it must've meant for stiles and Lydia to just run into each other after all these years, and also because he and Lydia have gotten really close after the whole saving stiles from the 'evil fox spirit that possessed and almost killed him' thing.

"If I called it awkward I'd be downplaying the whole entire conversation, but to answer your question she's fine better than fine, actually." Scott hears a deep sigh come from stiles' end of the phone. "Dude, you still love her?" And that was it… this is why he didn't tell his dad about seeing Lydia because he would come up with the same conclusion. Stiles was never really good add hiding his feelings not from his dad or Scott.

"Whelp, that's my cue, I have to get up early, nice talking to you bro, I'll call you tomorrow, bye." He managed to say before hanging up. He also tried to ignore Scott calling his name on the other end of the phone just before he hung up, but to be honest stiles was still very much in love with Lydia but he also wasn't ready to talk about with Scott.

Deciding to get the thoughts of Lydia celebrating a wedding anniversary with someone that wasn't him out of his mind, He decided to take a shower and head to bed.

After a long hot shower Stiles throws himself on the bed hoping that old habits do die hard.

The night came and went and Lydia woke up early in the morning to an empty house, not that she was all that surprised. Her husband is pretty dedicated to his job and she can't really fault him for that. Since ambitious or workaholic are words often used when people describe her, but last night was their anniversary and if she made the sacrifice to turn her phone off for one day than so should he. To be fair, Lydia's frustration wasn't just directed at her husband but seeing the- man- whom- shall- remain- nameless last night of all nights was starting to invade her thoughts again. Ok, it's not like she hasn't thought about him or the other members of the pack since she left beacon hill, but the way he tried to avoid eye contact with her last night bothered the fuck out of her. Eye contact was their thing, even if they weren't together stiles would always look at her the exact same way…

"Shit" realization hit Lydia like a bucket of cold water. She told the love of her- no wait- that's wrong- her ex-boyfriend that she was celebrating her wedding anniversary. Surely, last night wasn't the first he heard about her marriage, right? Granted she didn't invite Scott to the wedding because of obvious reasons, but he did give his fiance' Kira the ok to be in the wedding because after everything they've been through she, Allison and Kira and Malia were all good friends. Did Scott not tell Stiles?

Scoffing at how ridiculous she thought she was being, Lydia clambered out of bed to get ready for her morning workout.

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After spending 3 hours kicking and punching the shit out of a poor boxing bag, an extra hour in the sauna and bonus 45 minutes getting a rub down from a hottie male masseuse because let's face it, she didn't get the rub down she wanted from her husband last night, but she's not going to dwell on that now. She decided to make a stop at her favorite coffee shop.

"Dirty chai tea latte for here, please." She orders before taking a seat at the first open booth she sees by the window. As she waited on her beverage she took the time to undo the messy bun; her strawberry locks fell loosely over her shoulders, she saw that she had a missed call and a voice-mail from her husband. Contemplating on whether or not she should even listen to it, she listens anyway because if she was being honest with herself she kind of missed him.

"Hey baby, I came home and you weren't here, I assume you are working out and didn't leave…" dragging the phone temporarily from her ear Lydia rolled her eyes at how dramatic he thought she was, true she pissed but not that pissed. Sighing through most of the message, she glanced over to the door and saw a familiar lanky gentlemen entering the coffee shop.

She watches as the lanky gentlemen orders his usual…

"Hi, can I have a shaken sweet tea…"

"Lemonade" he hears from behind him.

Lydia didn't even realize she got up from where she was sitting. Was she really that eager to see him? Feeling somewhat embarrassed and almost creepy she thought of a lie. "Sorry… I didn't mean to- I-I just came to get order a muffin."

"Can you add a blueberry muffin to that, actually make that 2 blueberry muffins." Giving her a gentle smile. "So, fancy meeting you here," He says trying to make an awkward situation less awkward. " yeah

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