fic request: anonymous asked Lydia giving birth. Stiles holding his son or daughter for the first time. If you could I'd love for Allison to be connected to it somehow
DLRivers asked Stydia having their baby. Maybe Alison being there in spirit or Lydia has a vision of her or something
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Lydia rolled onto her back, shifting to try and find a more comfortable position as the pain kept getting worse. She lifted a hand, digging her fingers into her protruding stomach as another wave of pain washed over her. Sitting up in bed so her legs hung off the side, she reached out a hand and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Her face contorted in pain, hand starting to rub soothing circles on her bump, the other gripping the bed sheet tightly. "Stiles," she managed to say. When he didn't answer, she peered over her shoulder to see him sleeping on his stomach with his back angled towards her, soft snores filling the otherwise silent room. Lydia glared at the back of his head, "Stiles." Still no response. Getting frustrated as another of what she realized were contractions washed over her, she lifted her pillow and threw it, the fluffy mass coming into contact with his head right as she yelled, "Stiles!"
"Huh? What?" Stiles muttered, shifting his head, but he didn't turn to her, arms moving slightly where they were under his pillow.
"I -" she cut herself off, taking a deep breath in attempt to sooth the pain. "I think I'm in labor!"
Stiles shot up at that, suddenly wide awake, his limbs flailing and causing him to fall off the side of the bed to the hardwood floor. His head popped up and he looked at her in shock, "What?"
She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, "I'm having contractions. They're like, five minutes apart from each other and they hurt like a bitch."
"Are you sure?" he asked, trying and failing not to sound panicked.
She turned to shoot daggers at him. "Yes," she gritted out through clenched teeth.
"Okay," he whispered to himself before shooting up to his feet. He ran to the closet and grabbed a duffle bag from the top shelf, bringing it back to the bed and venturing to the dresser. Lydia watched as he frantically grabbed clothes, running back and forth to the closet muttering to himself.
"Stiles." He didn't hear her as he grabbed a pair of shoes, shook his head, and threw them back to the ground. "Stiles," she tried again but to no avail. Running back to the bag, he started shoving the random clothes into it, trying to stuff everything inside and get it to zip closed and she yelled again, "Stiles!"
His head shot up, eyes wide, "What? Lydia, why are you still sitting? We gotta go!"
She rolled her eyes, "You need to calm down! First of all, I'm the one in labor right now so if either one of us should be freaking out, it should be the one who has to push a watermelon out of her body! And second, you just packed me a pair of stilettos, a gown, a turtleneck, and a bikini! What good will that do?! I've had a bag packed for weeks, it's in the car. So pull yourself together and help me down the stairs, dammit!" She took a deep breath and screwed her eyes shut, pain distracting her from her anger.
"Right," he nodded and then scoffed to try to appear like he wasn't freaking out inside, "I am completely calm." He moved around the bed, extending a hand to help her up, "Let's go."
After finally making it down the stairs and to the car, Stiles opened the door for her to climb in when she stopped walking, pulling him back a little. "Lyds, you okay? Another contraction?"
"No, I just," she looked at him with watery eyes and a soft smile. Her voice is almost a whisper, still full of disbelief at how she got lucky enough to have this life with him, "The next time we're here, we'll have a baby with us. Our baby."
Stiles smiled down at her, lifting a palm to cradle her cheek. He rested their foreheads together, "I love you."
Her smile grew and she leaned up, placing a short but sweet kiss to his lips. "I love you, too. Let's go."
The drive had only taken ten minutes - Stiles may or may not have used the police lights that came standard on any detective's car for undercover work - and then getting checked in and settled into the room had been quick. Stiles had stepped out to call their parents and the pack, able to hear the smile in Scott's voice when he called his best friend. The gang had been sitting in the waiting room for hours, taking turns going in to see how things were moving. And things had been moving slowly. Lydia was exhausted after six hours of being in labor, Stiles never leaving her side; she just wanted it to be over so she could hold her baby. Stiles, on the other hand, just wanted it to be over because Lydia might actually have broken his hand from squeezing it in between yelling things like, This is your fault!and You did this to me!
Doctor Johnson entered the room, checking the monitors before moving to put on her gloves. She smiled down at Lydia, "How are you doing? Hanging in there?"
Lydia huffed, glaring at the older woman, "You could say that."
"Alright then," she laughed before moving around the bed so she could examine her. Looking between the couple, she smiled, "Well, it looks like you're fully dilated, Lydia. It's time."
The strawberry blonde took a deep breath, tightening her grip on Stiles' hand before turning to him, fear in her eyes. He smiled softly at her, pushing a strand of hair that had fallen out of the messy bun on top of her head away from her sweaty forehead and behind her ear. "Lyds, you can do this. You're the strongest person I've ever known, okay? You can do this, and then we'll be able to hold our son." She tilted her head at him, raising a perfectly shaped brow and he laughed, shooting her a lopsided grin, "Or daughter. Everything will be okay."
"Promise?" she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
Stiles leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her lips, Doctor Johnson sitting down while nurses scurried around the room, getting things ready. "I promise."
A little while later, Stiles headed out to the waiting room, everyone standing upon seeing him with held breaths. He grinned at them and released a disbelieving laugh, "It's a girl."
Everyone cheered, moving to hug each other and Stiles, congratulating him on the newest addition to the pack. Knowing that they'd all want to see the baby, he led them back to their room, knocking lightly before opening the door. He moved to stand at the side of the bed where Lydia was, sitting up and staring down at the baby wrapped in pink in her arms.
"Sweetie, she's beautiful," Natalie cooed, Melissa standing next to her and peering down at her granddaughter. Sheriff Stilinski wrapped an arm around his wife of only a few months, Melissa leaning into him as he placed a kiss to the side of her head.
Kira beamed at Lydia, nearly bouncing in excitement, "What's her name?"
Lydia looked up at Stiles and he sent her a small smile, nodding his head. She looked at all their family before her eyes settled on Scott. "Allison." Scott stared at her for a few seconds before he smiled in approval, knowing that their fallen friend would be honored. Her eyes then moved to her father-in-law, "Allison Claudia Stilinski."