fic request: TheFlashFanatic13 asked Stiles is a single dad building sand castles with his daughter on the beach and Lydia is walking her dog and her dog gets loose to go to his daughter


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Chuckling, Stiles watched his four-year-old daughter plop her little butt into the sand, dumping out the bucket of wet sand she just gathered to help build a sand castle. He looked away briefly when his phone chirped with a text and he grabbed it, reading the message from his ex-girlfriend Malia confirming when she would pick up Claudia later that night. After responding, he put his phone away and looked up, surprised to see a small dog licking his daughter's face. He stood as Claudia giggled uncontrollably, hugging the dog close.

"Daddy! A puppy!" she screamed though laughs, a wide smile on her face and her dark brown hair blowing in the light breeze.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he took a step forward, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I can see that."

"Prada! Get back here!" a young woman called out, jogging through the sand towards the pair.

Stiles' eyes immediately flicked towards her and he was stunned into silence by the gorgeous woman in front of him. She looked to be around his age, about twenty-five, with strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes. Her summery dress fit her perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right ways; she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

He blinked, realizing that she was talking.

"I'm so sorry, she doesn't usually manage to get out of her collar. Prada! Bad girl!" she admonished the excited ball of fluff.

He couldn't stop the chuckle that bubbled past his lips, "It's fine."

The woman briefly met his eyes, a small grin tugging at her mouth before glancing back down at his daughter. She bent her knees until they were at eye level and reached out a hand to scratch behind her dog's, apparently named Prada, ear. "I think she likes you. What's your name?"

"Claudia Evelyn Tate Stilinski," she introduced herself with a toothy grin.

"Well, my name is Lydia Lorraine Martin. It is very nice to meet you, Claudia," Lydia held out her hand, shaking the girl's smaller one.

Claudia took her in with slightly narrowed eyes. She was very inquisitive for a four-year-old, which could only be attributed to wanting to be a detective just like her father. "You're pretty," she blurted out like it was the simplest observation.

Chuckling, Lydia tilted her head and matched her expression, "Thank you, but I think you have me beat. You're quite the little cutie, aren't you?"

"And doesn't she know it," Stiles chimed in with a huff, not even really realizing he'd said it until the strawberry-blonde tilted her chin towards him. A light blush covered his cheeks in embarrassment and he was glad for the sun, considering she probably didn't notice in the lighting.

She stood with a laugh and side-stepped Claudia, extending her hand once again, "Hi. I'm Lydia."

"Stiles." When his hand grasped hers, he tried not to linger too long, which was a difficult task considering how soft and smooth her skin was, but eventually he let go.

"She's adorable," she complimented, watching Claudia, who'd started running in circles while Prada chased her, her nippy barks echoing around the beach.

He huffed a laugh, "Yeah, she's somethin' alright. Sadly, she inherited her hyperactivity from me, among other things."

"Well then, I'm sure she can't be that bad."

Tilting his head towards her, he arched a brow at the smirk playing on her lips as her eyes remained straight ahead. Was she flirting with him? She was definitely flirting with him, right? His silent question was answered when she turned her head and met his eyes, a mischievous glint to her own as strands of her long hair blew across her exposed shoulders.

"Daddy!" Claudia's voice broke their staring match as she ran up to them both with Prada in her arms, panting happily. "Can Lydia come get ice cream with us? Prada just told me that she reeaallllyy wants to come for ice cream too."

"Wow, a talking dog?" he arched a brow, "We should call Uncle Scottie about that, have him check her out."

"She didn't talk, Daddy," Claudia rolled her eyes. Well, she definitely got her sassiness from her mother. "I can understand her barks. Uncle Scottie taught me."

Glancing between the two, Lydia furrowed her brows and joked, "I'm a little concerned with what kind of people you let your daughter spend time with."

Stiles shook his head, "Don't worry, Scott's a vet. He's not crazy." He paused and thought it over for a second, "Okay, he's not that crazy. He did teach my daughter to speak dog, apparently."

"Uncle Scottie says that you can't focus long enough to understand the animals. You're too impotent."

At that, his cheeks flushed red and Lydia burst out laughing, nearly doubled over as the little girl stared at them in confusion.

"Impatient. Scott always calls me impatient," he stuttered out, desperately wanting her to know that he is certainly not impotent. Not that she should care… Deciding to save himself any more embarrassment, he clapped his hands together, "Okay, Clauds. Time to go."

"I want to get ice cream with Lydia," she pouted, snuggling Prada closer to her chest.

He tilted his head and warned, "Claudia."

"No!" she stomped her foot in the sand.

About to open his mouth again, Lydia interrupted him, her laughter dying down and a gentle smile on her lips, "Actually, I would love some ice cream right about now."

"Really?" he asked with a raised brow.

She turned to him with her own brow raised in challenge, "Yes, really."

"Yay!" Claudia yelled and started running off towards the small little ice cream shop just off the sidewalk, "Daddy, Lydia! C'mon!"

Both adults chuckled and Stiles lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck, "You, uh, you don't have to get ice cream with us. I'm sure you have stuff to do."

"Trying to get rid of me already?" she teased. Lydia shook her head and started walking. When he didn't follow right away, she paused and glanced over her shoulder with a grin, "Well, c'mon! This ice cream isn't going to buy itself."

Stiles chuckled, shaking his head in amusement and following the two girls with a smile on his face that he hasn't had in a long time.