A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It may help to read chapters 33-38 of It's Just a Matter of Time. I re-read it myself (and then got sucked into it as if I didn't know what was going to happen-I'm not sure what this says most about me). Also, I posted the last chapter two weeks ago. If it's been longer than that since you've read an update, please go back two chapters because the last two updates, I got an error message when posting the new chapters and I never got notified of an update like normal- not sure if anybody else had this issue. Please favorite/follow/review!

Lydia's head rested on Stiles's bare chest as she traced patterns on his stomach. The rhythmic rise and fall from his breathing was beginning to lull her to sleep and her eyes drifted closed.

"She?"

Lydia's eyes popped open when she heard Stiles's voice. "What?" Her voice was a little groggy.

"You said maybe she'll cure cancer."

Lydia's forehead crinkled in confusion. "What?" She asked again.

"When you were talking to your mom you referred to the baby as a 'she'."

"Oh…" She said slowly as she tried to remember the conversation she'd had with her mom. "I did?"

"Yeah…"

"Well…I don't know obviously…We won't find out for another few months…It's just… I hate calling the baby an 'it'. And I've just always pictured myself with a daughter."

"Really?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah." Lydia smiled at the thought. Braiding her little girl's hair while Stiles made chocolate chip pancakes in the kitchen. She suddenly felt a tear slip down her cheek and quickly sat up.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked her as he sat up from his reclined position on the bed.

She wiped the tear away and looked down at her wet fingers. "I'm crying." She sounded confused.

"I see that. That's why I asked if you were okay."

Lydia looked back at Stiles. "I don't know why I'm crying."

"Well, are you happy?"

Lydia shook her head. "No…I feel sad."

"Oh…" He looked down.

"Not about us!" She told him quickly. "Or about the baby or anything…I just… I think I had a memory that made me upset…but I can't remember what it was now." She bit her lip as she tried to recall what had made her feel that way. "I think it had something to do with chocolate chip pancakes?" Another tear slipped down her cheek as she whispered, "You made her chocolate chip pancakes."

"What? Who?"

"I don't know." She sobbed, then threw her legs off the bed "God! Why can't I stop crying!"

"Lyd, calm down. You're pregnant! It's okay to be emotional."

"No, it's not! It's not okay when I have no idea why. I mean…cute puppies? Okay… I feel fat? Fine…Getting to that one part of Youtube with the military homecomings…I mean…that gets me even when it's not an emotional time, but chocolate chip pancakes? I'm not even sure if I've ever had chocolate chip pancakes!"

Stiles sat quietly for a moment before saying, "Well…maybe that's why you're sad. I mean… chocolate chip pancakes are-" Lydia shot him a glare. "….or not." Lydia took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Are you okay?" He asked her again once her sobs had subsided.

She nodded. "Yeah…I'm okay."

"Well, Scott and Kira went to Tate's and he asked if we wanted to join them. I mean...they're probably done by now, but maybe they'll wait for us. We can go get a milkshake?"

Lydia nodded. "I'd like that."

Scott's phone chimed and he picked it up. "Oh, hey...Stiles and Lydia are coming."

"That's good!" Kira smiled. "I feel like all they do is spend time with each other now...which...is sort of like how it was when I first met you guys."

"Huh...it makes you wonder then."

"What do you mean?"

"Like...what are they doing with each other the past couple of weeks, since it's a lot like summer before junior year."

Kira shook her head. "I don't get it. They were just best friends...and now they're best friends again."

Scott narrowed his eyes at her in confusion. "They were hooking up summer of junior year."

"What?!" For a moment the entire diner got completely silent, and the kitsune blushed and apologized to the other patrons. More quietly this time she asked him again, "What?"

"Why are you acting so shocked? This is old news."

"Not to me! To me, this is new news!"

"Oh...well...what part of that was new? Because the 'when' may have been found out pretty recently. But the fact they had sex.. I mean... you knew that right? Because I could have sworn you were right next to me when we found out."

"I don't remember this at all. Did they sit us down and tell us?"

"No...they were fighting and she told him..."Scott paused for a moment, then lowered his voice. "Basically, she called him a man whore...then he...sort of called her a slut...and she kind of said he wasn't good in bed...then he commented on how...agreeable she was when they were together...and that was when I stopped listening."

Kira squeezed her eyes shut. "That's an image I didn't want in my head. Also...all you had to do was say 'they were fighting' and then just stop talking... because that explains everything. I always tune out their fights. I heard my name come up once and I don't know the context, but that's when I decided it wasn't worth it to listen in and get caught up in the drama."

"Can I get you anything else?" Their waitress came back to the table.

"Actually, the friends that I told you about just said they were on their way, so if you could bring us a couple of menus for them, that would be great." Scott smiled.

"Oh..okay." She said it with a false smile and Scott heard her sigh as she walked away. That was when he realized how long he and Kira had been there and promised himself to leave her a nice tip.

When Stiles and Lydia walked into the diner about 15 minutes later, his hand rested on the small of her back. They quickly found Scott and Kira and took a seat at their booth.

"I'm glad you came!" Kira told Lydia as she gave her a side hug when the banshee sat down in the booth next to her. Stiles sat next to Scott, who looked back and forth between the two newcomers.

"Me too." Lydia smiled.

Stiles picked up the menus that were sitting on the table and handed one to Lydia.

"Hi, guys. I'm Stacey," the waitress began when she came back to the table. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I think I want a glass of Liza's Homemade Lemonade." Stiles told her.

Lydia gasped a memory formed in front of her. She looked toward the young waitress, and instead, saw a woman in her mid-forties.

"My name's Liza, if you need anything." Lydia blinked. "You can stay here, until you can get on your feet. I won't even make you pay if you help out around here. I'm always looking for extra cooks and waitresses."

"Lydia?" Stiles said her name and touched her hand. She turned to look at him, then looked down at their hands.

"I think we messed everything up." She heard herself say. "We were their friends, Stiles."

"Come with me, I'll show you where you'll be staying." Liza had said. Lydia could see her clearly in her mind. She stood and followed the memory.

"Lydia? Where are you going?" Stiles asked, but Lydia ignored him and kept walking. She barely heard him apologize to Stacey and say he would be right back, knowing he was following her.

"You can't go that way!" Lydia heard Stacey call as she headed toward an employee only area. She passed the break room and walked through a door that led outside where a set of metal stairs led to the second floor. Lydia walked up the stairs, hearing Stiles just behind her. She got to the top and reached for the door and was met with resistance.

"It's locked."

"Of course it's locked you idiot!" Stacey almost screeched. "God...I feel like I'm supposed to call the cops."

"That's not necessary." Stiles told her, biting his tongue as to not make a comment about her calling Lydia an idiot. "My father's the sheriff." He turned back to the strawberry blonde, who was searching frantically for a way to get into the door. "Lydia, what's wrong?"

"I can't get in!"

"Lydia!" Scott called.

Stacey turned around to see that Scott and Kira had followed her out. "Oh my God." she groaned as she held her head. "I should probably call my boss at least..."

"No," Kira told her. "Look, don't worry, you're going to get a very nice tip for all of this."

"Scott," Lydia pleaded. "Break it."

"Is there a body?" He asked as he made his way up to Lydia, passing Stiles who was halfway there.

"A body!" Stacey shrieked. "I really think I should call the police-"

"Stacey!" Stiles snapped. "Just shut up, okay?"

"I don't know." Lydia answered Scott's question. "I...I don't think so, but I feel like it's something important."

Scott nodded and grabbed the handle, turning it until he felt the lock release. Lydia raced past him and every one else followed until they all stood in the small hallway.

"There are two apartments up here. The one on the left belonged to my brother, the one on the right was turned into an office several years back."

Lydia went over to the door on the left, she reached for the knob, this one turning with ease.

"Lydia what are you doing?" The door swung open and they stood staring at an empty studio apartment.

"Does anyone live here?" Lydia asked.

"I don't know." Stacey was definitely freaking out. "I just started here two weeks ago. I mean... I think maybe the owner. Henry, used to live here, but that was a long time ago." Lydia took a step inside the room, and Stacey murmured worriedly,. "Oh God...I am so fired."

"It'll be fine." Kira tried to sound positive.

"Lydia?" Stiles said her name quietly. Lydia touched the table, as memories of eating there flooded her brain.

"I've been here before." She told them.

"When?"

She shook her head as she walked around the room. "I don't know." She stopped suddenly in front of a frame that hung on the wall. "Holy shit!" She whispered.

"What is it?" Stiles wondered aloud and went to stand next to her to see what she was looking at. Inside the frame was a faded scrap of paper with a hand-written note that read:

Stiles- If anyone can defy the odds, it's us! - Lydia

Stiles took a step a back from the frame as he felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Holy shit."