Ten

Bed rest sounded like the most enjoyable and relaxing thing ever, she quickly realized how wrong she had been. It was more of a frustrating, mundane task in reality. It was one of those things that got old fast. Most of the time though it was pretty nice, but she thought her husband took it too seriously. He wouldn't have let her do anything if he had his say in the matter. She was eight months pregnant when the doctors told her she needed to be on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy as much as possible. She took off from work and just worked on getting the house in order for a few weeks. Stiles had let her get away with that for a little while, but as she entered her final weeks of being with child, he made her stay in bed all day. He didn't want her to lift a finger to even cook him dinner, she complied knowing it meant a lot that she take his suggestions to heart.

So here she was on week thirty nine of pregnancy sitting in bed watching Lifetime movies and bawling her eyes out at the melancholy endings with tears induced by pregnancy hormones. She was just so ready to have this baby already, instead of being holed up in the master bedroom of their house. She had already cleaned it three times because it was the only room she was allowed to occupy, other than the living room and the nursery. Stiles barley let her go down stairs by herself, she just hoped the nursery was still as perfect as when she last saw it. She couldn't move anything around if it wasn't. She knew it was, but again the pregnancy hormones were making her crazy.

Stiles has just gotten home from work and headed straight for his and his wife's bedroom. He walked into the room to see her propped up on an array of pillows, looking adorable in leggings and a form fitting tee shirt.

"Don't you look cute?" He lay on the bed next to her, hand immediately landing on her belly and rubbed it lovingly. She glared at him, eyes still red and puffy from crying at the TV.

"No I'm fat and gross. Shut up." He didn't care what she said, she was just as beautiful as the day he fell in love with her. "And I can't go anywhere or do anything, it sucks." She sighed and rested her head on his chest.

"I know, but it will all be worth it. I promise. You'll see when our baby comes out healthy and happy."

"You better be right Stilinski." She joked.

"So you want to go get out of the house?"

"You better not be joking, I need to get out." She said sitting straight up, excited to be released from what felt like prison.

"Yeah lets to eat and maybe I'll take you to the mall."

"Yes please!" She agreed quickly.

"Alright, we can go, but if and only if you agree to let me help you in and out of the car." He said, presenting his ultimatum. They ate dinner and managed to get to a few stores in the mall, without Lydia protesting Stiles' helpfulness during the night. She really did enjoy how much her husband loved her, and how much he wanted the baby to come out as healthy as possible. Lydia was looking at some clothes in a department store when she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" Stiles asked, returning from the sporting goods section and noticing a grimace on his wife's face.

She nodded. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just ate too much probably. But maybe we should just call it a night." She smiled painfully. They went to their car and made their way home.

"Oh Lydia this is our song, baby." Stiles said turning up the radio and grabbing his wife's hand giving it a squeeze. He smiled, just content with life. A few short moments passed until their first dance song got to the chorus.

"Um Stiles."

"Yeah? What?"

"I think my water just broke."

Author's Note: I know this was short but I liked it, and think it moved the story along well! Please tell me what you think. And I still don't know if I want the baby to be a boy or a girl.