A/N: A short one-shot inspired by the Gilmore Girls episode Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days. Hope you enjoy :)
She woke to the sound of alarm bells and the smell of bacon. Without a thought, Lydia turned the alarm off, the strawberry blonde not ready to wake up yet. Just as she'd started to drift off again, another alarm sounded. Then another. Then another until she was surrounded with a cacophony of alarms, forcing her to wake with a groan. "Ha ha. Very funny."
Slipping into her fluffy slippers and picking up an orange and blue plaid shirt from the ground, she made her way downstairs. Her nose following the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. Throughout her life, Lydia Martin had absolutely not been a morning person. Early mornings made her grouchy and irritable. So as she walked with a bounce in her step towards the kitchen, she couldn't help but be perplexed.
"When I said make sure I wake up at seven, I didn't mean set an alarm and force me to wake up at seven. I just meant I wanted the option to wake up at seven, something I clearly didn't want to do." Rounding the corner into the kitchen, she smiled as she saw Stiles, Mets cap on backwards and plaid shirt untucked at the back. He moved around her kitchen like it was his own, like he had mapped it out in his head when she wasn't around. It was weird but somehow it felt completely natural to see him at her oven, making her breakfast.
Making her way around him, she grabbed the coffee tin, frowning as she caught the scent. "This is decaf. You switched my coffee. Why would you switch my coffee?" As she spoke, she sent a glare his way before manically opening cupboards, searching for the real coffee.
"Why would I switch your coffee? I'm a busy man, I have work, I don't have time to go around switching your coffee." Stiles sounded exasperated as he spoke, but Lydia could detect the hint of humour in his words. Looking under the sink, she found the ziplock bag, opening it up to smell the real coffee beans. Turning to Stiles, she shook the bag in his face, victorious over her win.
"Under the sink. Clever sweetie but not clever enough." She smiled as she spoke, moving over to the counter where Stiles was plating up the dinner. "Looks good, you've outdone yourself." She lifted the plate, taking in the smell of bacon before setting it on the table."
"Good, so I've fed you, you're poisoning yourself and I am late. One cup, and no more." She watched him with a smile before his hand was on her stomach, his lips on her cheek. "I'm not letting our babies come out with two heads each. Just switch to decaf. Please?"
Grinning up to him, she shook her head before leaning up on her toes to kiss his lips. "Never. Pick up Oreos on the way home." She kissed him again, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep her balanced. "See you later honey."
Stiles smiled, kissing her lips softly again before running a thumb over her stomach. "See you later Claudia and Lori." He knelt down, kissing her slightly rounded stomach, eyes meeting Lydia's. "I know, I changed my mind again. Please don't kill me. They just seem like the perfect names." Rolling her eyes, Lydia nodded, holding her hand out to pull him up. The situation was perfect. Living together, wearing his shirt to cover her bump. Then the alarms sounded again.
She sat bolt upright in her bed as the sound filled her room, trying to shake the dream instantly. Pulling her blanket up around her, her mind was working overtime, trying to understand what the dream meant. Of course it was obvious, the thoughts she'd been avoiding for months. The all-encompassing truth was that she, Lydia Lorraine Martin, was head over heels, scream it at the top of your lungs in love with Stiles Stilinski.