Okay this is the end, I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I'v enjoyed writing. Keep a look out for my new work that hopefully won't be published to long away. Again, thank you.
One year later...
It's one of those mornings where you feel contended with life and you don't mind getting out of bed. It's also one of those mornings where I start my day off to a mind-blowing orgasm. The kind of orgasm that makes you twitch and gives you uncontrollable pleasure, and leaves you ultra-sensitive when it's over. Yeah one of those days. To add to that though, Stiles and I are seeing Scott, Kira and their adorable baby boy, Gregorio for the first time since they moved away from Beacon Hills. Well they came back home for our wedding and a few other times, but we've never been there and we're both quite excited. They left after the witch incident with Liz and I don't blame them. Me and Stiles talked about moving away right after our wedding but Beacon Hills is home despite all the danger here. Scott and Kira don't live too far now, it's a half hour drive but still it's worth it to see them. It's also been a year since anything supernatural that goes on killing sprees has been in town and it's quite relaxing. Our wedding too was fantastic. We married four months ago and it was everything I hoped too, I was wearing the dress of my dreams and we had the honeymoon of a lifetime. Without sounding sloppy, it was truly magical.
"You ready, baby?" Stiles asks as he walk down the hall grabbing his keys when he passes the window ledge he keeps them on.
"Yeah, come on." I say to him, mostly because I've been waiting here for a few minutes and I can't contain my excitement that we're seeing Scott and Kira.
I wait buy the door of our house. We decided to still buy the house we were looking at, even though everything that happened with Liz should really of put us off. But we loved it so much we couldn't just pretend it never existed. He touches my lower back as we leave the house. Stiles also recently grew back the slight beard he had going around the time of Scott's wedding and I have to say, it's a huge turn on. It makes him look like he's broken a thousand girls hearts in his time, although he probably had without knowing. We get into Stiles' battered jeep which now bugs me a little that we still have it, I would've thought that since I'm working my ass off to get the Fields medal and Stiles' wage of being the towns Sheriff we could afford a nice new, big car. But of course not.
"Maybe we should just take my car, you know? It has to drive a long way from here." I say as we step into the jeep, I really am grasping at anything now to not be seen in this thing. No matter what memories we've had in here.
"Believe me if the jeep can drive to Mexico, it can drive us to Scott's." He reassures me, a slight smile on his face at the memory. I roll my eyes at him and shut the door with a slam.
"And didn't we end up being almost attacked by a Berseker?" I remind him, I can't help the smile that curls on my face when I think back to it. When we were kids really. Stiles drives away from the pavement, and just like that my argument is over, I sigh to let him know how serious I was.
"Ah," He says, his brows furrowing as he focuses on switching lanes, "But you still fell for me." He smirks at this, and looks quickly to my side then back at the road. I almost blush.
"You should just be lucky you had your panic attack before that other wise our relationship would've been toast." I link my fingers through his as they rest on the gear stick. My small, soft hands hooking on to his long, rough ones.
"Believe me I thank my lucky stars for that panic attack." He jokes, he winks at me then his eyes are back on the road. Although I'm not sure he's actually joking.
It takes us shorter than we expected to get to Scott's as the roads weren't as busy as we expected. So we arrive to their house in twenty minutes, the jeep bringing us there safely and without fail. And the looks on Scott and Stiles faces when they see each other is worth a soul. Their eyes light up with a sweet nostalgia and a brotherly love.
I remember Stiles telling me late one night about a conversation that happened when his mother had just died. Him and Scott were playing in Melissa's back garden, the Sheriff was there too for a catch up on their days off. Anyway, they were playing football or whatever when Melissa said: "Boys, you're tearing up the grass."
And the Sheriff simply told her: "We're not raising grass, we're raising boys."
I think that helps me understand the way Scott and Stiles just greeted each other, like they hadn't seen each other in a lifetime. They were raised as one.
My greeting with Kira was probably like two excited teenagers fan-girling over some hot, new boy band. The minute I met her chocolate-colored eyes I ran into her arms. Me and Malia had missed her a lot. Her arms wraps around my torso and squeezes her life into me, I can't help the giggle that escapes my mouth.
"Kira you look great!" I stand back to look at her. Her face glowing with happiness and love. Her figure now returned to normal after the birth of her son.
"Don't you're just a reminder that I could look that good if I hadn't got knocked up." She says under her breath even though Scott could probably hear her. I laugh at her and hug her again.
"And there's my sister-in-law." Scott says from beside me and Kira. I look over to see him as happy as ever, and believe me that's what he deserves after everything. I smile as I look at his sparkling eyes, his figure looking nice and healthy and his arms outstretched to accept me into a warm bear hug. I run into his arms.
"I miss you." I tell him, my voice muffled by his shoulder, he hums in response that vibrates my spin as he rubs a hand in circles on my back.
"It's so good to see you." He says as we pull back, I smile and kiss his cheek. His eyes flicker suddenly and he tilts his head at me, I give him a look but he just shakes his head still smiling. I think I'll forever owe Scott for allowing me into his pack, for never giving up on me, for sticking with Stiles after everything. His mother, Heather, the nogistune, Allison (although they were there for each other on that one) and every supernatural encounter we have.
"Where's the mini Scott, then?" Stiles asks, a smile on his face. The only smile the presence of Scott can give him, big and goofy and child-like. We follow Scott and Kira through to their living room where their child lies underneath a mobile with safari animals and shiny green trees that are Velcro dangle above him. Their house is decorated with babies toys scattered around the room. I have a surge of happiness for the two, here they're acting normal and like a family. Well they are minus the Werewolf and Kistune thing.
Gregorio's face contorts into a knot when he sees me and Stiles stand over him like he remembers our faces and is trying to remember where from. His skin is the color of caramel, his eyes the same walnut brown as Scott's. His hair curls like a halo around his fat baby face, forming an Afro. Eyelashes long and touching his skin. He's adorable. Stiles immediately drops to the floor and rubs Gergorio's stomach making a laugh rise from his throat, it's high pitched and music to my ears. It makes me believe there is still innocence in this world.
"Come to uncle Stiles." He says, as he hooks his large hands beneath his arms and raises him up and puts him on his shoulder. He stands up with ease and starts moving up and down with the child in his arms. He looks at ease with him, like he's a natural. I have to force my eyes away from him, it's stirring something deep inside me. "See he loves me."
"I'm glad someone does." I tease him, he pulls a face at me in which I smile. Kira ushers me over to sit down beside her on the sofa but on my way Stiles attempts to trip me up. He doesn't completely succeed but I lose my balance slightly, making the room before me sway. It reminds me of how I felt with the cyanide poisoning except without the pressurized head.
"You alright?" Kira asks, a hand reaching out to steady me. I nod the feeling drifting away, I sit down on the sofa and look at Scott and Stiles coo over Gregorio.
"Yeah, I just went dizzy for a second."
"Oh I used to get that all the time the first few months I was pregnant with Gregorio." Kira says shrugging. I freeze. Pregnant. Me and Stiles hadn't been trying for a child but when was the last time I had a period? I place a hand instinctively on my stomach and part my lips, my gaze drifting to Stiles. Is that why Scott gave me a weird look, could he hear an extra heartbeat? Okay, what one mustn't do in a situation like this is panic. Do not panic.
It was later that day, the evening had become night time and Stiles was tucked peacefully into bed, sound asleep and I was locked in the bathroom, a pending pregnancy test in my hand.
Positive. Negative. Positive. Negative.
I don't know what I want it to be. A child would be great but so soon? Me and Stiles had briefly gone over the children talk but had never settled on something for sure that we wanted. How will I know he'll accept this baby with open arms the way he did with Gregorio today? I sit at the edge of the bath tub and sigh, running a hand across my forehead. Lying to him about buying this pregnancy test was horrible enough but taking it without him knowing?
Thirty seconds to go.
Positive. Negative. Positive. Negative.
If it's positive? Do I wake Stiles and tell him excitedly or wait until tomorrow when he comes home from work? If it's negative? I'll put the test in the bin and pretend it never happened. But God, me and Stiles are still fairly young. We've never not used contraceptive and we've never been stupid enough to risk the chance of me becoming pregnant so why did it have to be know one of his swimmers got through? I almost scream.
Ten seconds to go.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach and suddenly I'm shaking, goose bumps coating my arms so I shut the bathroom window. That does nothing. I place the test on the side of our sink deciding I can't look at it. Wouldn't Stiles realize how long it has been since I've had a period? All those days we've managed to consistently have sex without the interruption of my period. I almost consider chucking the test in the bin and deciding to ignore this unless I start gaining weight. Gaining weight. I stand and look in the mirror that hangs above out sink and lift my (Stiles') shirt up above my belly and up to my boobs. My stomach is still flat but if I let myself bloat out by breathing out my stomach sticks out noticeably. I let the shirt fall and take a deep breath. Just look Lydia, whatever it is you and Stiles will cope with it.
I pick the test up, my eyes glued to my face in the reflection of the mirror. My eyes look tired from lack of sleep, it's two in the morning. My hair is fluffed into a bun and my skin is slightly pale, covered in goose bumps still.
Positive. Fuck. It's positive.
I'm a pregnant banshee, how ironic. The girl surrounded by death is now creating a life. What if it's a girl and it's a banshee? I'm shaking again and I sit on the bathroom floor. What about all the dangers in the world, fuck. Do I wake up Stiles or do I wait? I retrieve the stick from the sink and walk back into our bedroom. The only light coming from the dim lamp on my side of the bed. I guess this pregnancy explains the orgasm I had this morning. I sigh. Stiles in his boxer shorts is sprawled out on the bed, a hand on my side of the bed where I should be laying and the covers stopping at his hips. The heat creeping through our AC.
I place the pregnancy test in the drawer of the bed side cabinet on my side of the bed and lift Stiles' arm up and climb in bed, dropping it back over me. Tell him now or face lying to him. I poke him in the ribs. I immediately regret it. I don't now how I'm supposed to tel him this. He nudges his nose farther into his pillow. I jab him again.
"Wassa matter?" He lifts his head from his pillow, his hair spiked and fluffed up and his eyes hooded from tiredness. I look at his eyes and try to form the words but can't. My throat closes up and my mouth is like sand paper. "Lyds?"
"I- Uh- I have something to tell you," I start, my eyes looking anywhere but his, at his hair, the pillow, the loose thread on our sheet, the window. But no his stare is so intense in the burning amber glow I have to look at him.
"Is everything alright?" He asks, I try to tell him my mouth opening and shutting several times over but no words coming out. I'm scaring him now and it's scaring me by doing it. I nod and run a hand up his cheek, scratch gently behind his ear.
"I'm pregnant, Stiles." I whisper hoping he heard me. I rub my lips together and all there is the stare of his whiskey colored eyes. His face is unreadable so I look away and reach behind me, retrieving the pregnancy test and placing it in his hand. He stares at it, his mouth parting. I think I see the tell-tale of a smile. It's too dark to see it clearly. I let my hand fall from his face.
"Are you happy about it?" His voice steady.
"Are you?"
"I'm asking you."
"I'm not sure how I feel. I love it and I don't. We live in a world where there is such thing as the supernatural, is that really practical?" I fear, my eyes lock with his and I have the urge to cry because if we had planned this we could've moved away to a safer place or went through all of the possible dangers.
"You do realize this baby is going to be the most protected in Beacon Hills?" He says, like he already knows what depths he will go to in order to protect our unborn child. I feel my bottom lip begin to quiver and I suck in a breath.
"What about us Stiles? How's it going to change us? I might not be the girl you fell in love with before long, we won't have time for one another, I'm going to get bigger and-"
"Woah baby, stop there." He sighs, he pulls me closer by my hips and wraps his arms around my body so I'm safely nestled inside of him. "Of course you're going to get bigger, but do you think that's the reason I fell in love with you? I fell in love with you because you're intelligent, resilient, open-minded and pretty. Your body is just a bonus. I don't care if you swell up to the size of Australia because I will still love you. I think this baby will only make us stronger, and so what if we're young? We live in the 21st century people have babies at thirteen nowadays." He tells me, all the while my tears stream down my face and his rough padded thumbs wipe them away as he speaks in a soft voice. It's like he believed all this from day one, he didn't even need to consider me pregnant to think it.
"What if it's a banshee?"
"Then we'll help her through it. If it's a her." He tells me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and kissing my forehead. I nod and try to calmly stop my tears so I end up hi-cupping ever few seconds.
"So, are you happy about it?" He asks again, his breath ghosting my face and making me shake once again. He holds me tight and rubs his hands in soothing circles on my back, calming me down once again.
"Are you?" I mirror, a smile snaking my face as I meet his eyes. He smiles in return.
"It's the best thing to happen to me," He says pecking my lips and grasping lightly at my back making me shiver. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin, of course."
"Lydia Stilinski." I remind him, but still smiling at the meaning behind the words.
"Then I'm happy too." I tell him hesitantly. But it's okay if I'm hesitant I'm not going to accept this all in ten minutes, it's something as huge as having a child. I'm bringing another soul into our shitty world but the thought is still beautiful. I have a part of me and Stiles growing inside of me as a human, that'll be known as our child. Me and Stiles may go on to have more, or we can decide to close the jar after one. Either way I can call myself a mother despite everything we've been through. Despite everything and everyone we've lost.
"Raising a child should be a piece of cake really." I joke, but it's slightly true. After everything we've endured to be alive today I'm sure nothing will top what we've experienced, not even a baby. But I do believe it will top every happy moment we've ever captured in our lives, and that's quite exciting in reality.
"Not unless it's like me as a child." He teases, but I smile not minding if our child ends up to have Stiles' characteristics because he's quite possibly the best person I know.
"So we're really going to do this?" I ask him, my voice shakes a little giving away how I feel but Stiles gives me a look which reminds that actually having a child is a huge deal. Although if I get to experience this all with Stiles then I don't mind at all about how hard and difficult it will be because I know we'll get through this. Me and Stiles are a team, a good one at that. I can't wait to expand that team with a mini Stiles or mini me. Children are what make the world pure, innocent and beautiful.
"Yes, we're going to do this."