Stydia Thanksgiving Fic
It was late morning and Stiles sat on the couch, coffee in one hand, yesterday's paper in the other, and the parade on the TV, with the volume low. Lydia was pre-heating their oven as she was getting ready; she knew she only had a few hours to get ready before everyone started to arrive. She was annoyed that Stiles wasn't helping her. It was their first Thanksgiving since getting married, and they were hosting for their family and friends.
"Stiles. Please help me set up the table. Everyone is coming and we don't have enough space at the dining room table." Stiles didn't even look up. "STILES STILINSKI." Lydia demanded.
"Yeah! What's up babe?" He noticed she was in her robe with makeup on and curlers in her hair. "Well that's a new look."
"Stiles. I'm trying to start cooking this stupid turkey and get ready. Please help me. And take a shower. Everyone will be here at two." Stiles got up and walked over to Lydia. She turned and faced him.
"Lyds, it's okay. Breathe." Lydia closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I just… Today has to be perfect. We're finally married, we're hosting Thanksgiving dinner for our family and friends… I just want to impress everyone by being an amazing hostess and having amazing food and a beautiful house."
"We live in an apartment."
"You know what I mean. We're going to remember this. We're going to laugh and have fun and take lots of pictures and think back to this when we're old and wrinkly. Plus, this is our last Thanksgiving… alone." Lydia said. She smiled and rubbed her belly. Stiles smiled and kissed her forehead.
"I know. By the way, are we officially announcing this tonight? Everyone will notice that you're not drinking wine."
"Yes, tonight. I'm starting to show. It's time."
"Thank God."
"Now, I have to get the turkey in the oven and you have to take a shower and get dressed. Please. Look nice." She kissed him on the cheek and returned to the kitchen. For a minute Stiles watched his wife as she seasoned the turkey and placed it into the oven. She then stood in the kitchen, looking at her belly and rubbing it, smiling. She couldn't be happier that she was pregnant. Stiles stared at her, wondering how he got so lucky.
Half an hour later Stiles stepped out of the bedroom, fully clothed, messing with his hair. He saw his pregnant wife in the kitchen, fully ready now. She was wearing dark jeans, brown boots, a long sleeve white top with a tan cardigan and a pendant, along with her very subtle baby bump. Her long hair was in big, loose waves with her bangs in a French braid. Her lips were red and she didn't have much eye makeup on- she looked beautiful. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Oh good, you're wearing the sweater I laid out for you." She kissed him and smiled.
"Yeah. Nice choice, babe." It was a dark brown sweater she'd gone out and bought for him about a week ago. She wanted them to be color coordinated.
"Thanks. Okay, the turkey is in the oven, and it shouldn't be done until about 3, everyone should be here in about an hour, and we just have to make the sides and set up the table."
"Okay how about I start on the table?"
"Perfect. I'll start the stuffing."
Fifteen minutes later the table was set up and stuffing was in the oven. Lydia walked over towards the table with a vase of red roses and two candles.
"Here." She placed the vase in the center of the table, with one candle on each side. "We can light the candles later."
"It looks great, honey."
"Thank you." She smiled. "I actually need you to run out and grab cranberry sauce and whipped cream. Please? It's for the baby." She teased.
"Lydia. You know I'd do anything for you." He smiled. He kissed her on the cheek and grabbed his keys. "Back in 20."
He came back 30 minutes later with the cranberry sauce and whipped cream. The house smelled like turkey and stuffing. Lydia sat at the table drinking coffee. Stiles placed the whipped cream in the fridge and the cans of cranberry sauce on the counter. He went to sit next to Lydia. He kissed her on the cheek and sat down.
"Hey beautiful."
"Hey, honey. Did you get the stuff?"
"Yeah. Did you know Publix is super crowded on Thanksgiving?"
"Sorry."
"It's cool. Scott said he, Kira, and the twins will be here soon."
"Oh great. Did you hear from your dad, Melissa, Isaac, Danny, or anyone else we invited?"
"Not today. But they all RSVP'd so they should be here. I can text them."
"No, that's okay. I have to finish the side dishes, though." She got up and went back in the kitchen. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Stiles opened the door and greeted his best friend, Kira, and his nieces.
"Hey, guys!"
"Hey, everyone!" Lydia called from the kitchen.
"Hey… does Lydia need help in the kitchen?" Kira said. She hugged Stiles.
"No, but she would probably love the company." Kira stepped further into the apartment and left the double stroller and diaper bag with her husband. She headed straight to the kitchen.
"Come in, man." Scott walked in with the stroller and parked the stroller next to the couch. He and Stiles sat down.
Lydia was stirring noodles when Kira walked in.
"Hey!"
"Kira, hi!" Lydia screamed. They hugged and Lydia went back to stirring.
"How are you? Do you need any help?"
"Oh, no, I can handle it for now. I'll let you know if I need anything. Get yourself a drink, hang out." Lydia smiled. Kira poured a glass of wine and leaned against the counter.
"So what's new?"
"Oh, not much… Well, that's not true. But we're kind of waiting to announce it later."
"Tell me!" Kira whispered loudly. Lydia stopped stirring and looked out to see Stiles and Scott watching the parade and playing with the twins.
"Okay, but you can't tell Scott, and Stiles cannot know that I told you. So when we make the announcement, please act surprised." Lydia whispered.
"Okay! I promise! Tell me!" Kira whispered.
Lydia looked around and leaned in near Kira's ear and whispered.
"I'm pregnant." Lydia smiled.
"Oh my gosh!" Kira screamed.
"WHAT!?" Stiles yelled from the other room.
"Nothing! I just told her that we're putting bacon in the mashed potatoes! False alarm!" Lydia yelled back.
"YOU ARE!?" Scott screamed with excitement.
"Yeah!" Lydia yelled.
"You are?" asked Kira.
"No… but I had to think of something. I don't even know if we have bacon, can you check?" Lydia drained the water from the pot and moved the noodles to a casserole dish.
"No bacon." Kira said.
"Fantastic." Lydia walked out to the living room. "Hey, honey, could you run out and pick up some bacon? I totally forgot about it. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier when you went out." Stiles stood up and walked to Lydia. He kissed her on the cheek and grabbed his keys.
"It's all good. I'll be back."
"Thank you, I love you!"
"Love you too!"
Lydia went back into the kitchen and started sprinkling shredded cheese onto the noodles. Once it was completely coated in cheese she placed the dish in the oven. She set a timer and went to sit with Kira and Scott in the living room.
"So Lydia, why aren't you drinking wine?"
"Oh, umm… just cutting back a bit. Might have some… later…" Lydia was great at lying, but she was also dying to tell her secret. Then the doorbell rang.
"Oh thank God." Lydia said. She stood and walked to the door. She opened it to see her in-laws smiling with a pumpkin pie in Melissa's hand.
"Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!" Lydia hugged Papa Stilinski and his wife and let them in happily. They were thrilled to see Scott, Kira, and the twins in the living room.
"Hey, guys!" Papa Stilinski said with a big smile. "Where's my other son?"
"Out picking up bacon for the mashed potatoes." Lydia said. The doorbell rang again. She opened it and greeted Derek and Braeden.
"Hey, you two! Happy Thanksgiving!" Lydia said smiling. Once everyone was sitting in the living room, admiring the babies, Lydia excused herself by making an announcement.
"Um so make yourselves comfortable, if you need any drinks, just go ahead and come get one, I'll be in the kitchen making food."
Lydia went back in the kitchen and a short time later, her husband returned with plenty of bacon. Stiles walked in, said hey to everyone, and found his wife in the kitchen with mashed potatoes in a serving dish with shredded cheese on top.
"You're just in time."
"For what exactly?"
"Making bacon, me not drinking wine, me having to make up an excuse as to why I'm not drinking wine…"
"Well, we've been lying about this for a while." Stiles whispered as he held his wife's hand.
"Yeah but not to everyone all at once. And, not directly."
"It will be fine. At the beginning of dinner, we can tell everyone." Stiles kissed her hand. "When is that, exactly…?"
"The turkey is almost ready, and all of the sides are ready except for the bacon on top of the mashed potatoes. Can you make the bacon? About half of it?"
"As you wish." He winked. He kissed her forehead and went to cook bacon. The doorbell rang and Lydia rushed to answer. She greeted Isaac and Chris and then her mother walked up behind them; everyone was finally here.
"Hi, guys. Happy Thanksgiving." She smiled and let them in. When she saw her mother, she lit up immediately.
"Mom! Happy Thanksgiving!" She hugged her mother and let her in. She followed her inside.
"Lyds!" Stiles called. Lydia met him in the kitchen.
"Yes?"
"Bacon is ready."
"Okay, great, stick the thermometer in the turkey. If it's 160 degrees or higher, turn the oven off." Lydia took pieces of bacon from the plate and crumbled them over the potatoes. She sprinkled them on top. The heat from the potatoes had finally melted the cheese. It was perfect. Everything was perfect so far.
"165." Stiles said. He turned off the oven.
"Amazing. Okay, start bringing everything out and putting it on the table."
Stiles in and out of the kitchen several times, a different dish in hand each time.
"Hey, everyone! Time to eat!" Everyone took their seats and waited. Lydia walked out with the turkey and placed it on the table. Stiles joined her at the head of the table.
"Hey, guys, we actually have a little announcement to make." Stiles said smiling. He kissed Lydia on the cheek.
"We've been keeping it a secret for a while… but it's finally time we tell you… I'm pregnant." Lydia said. She couldn't possibly hide her joy. Everyone's face lit up, and her mom even started crying.
"Mom? Are you okay?"
Ms. Martin composed herself. She wiped her tears and smiled.
"I'm just so happy. You two are going to be such amazing parents." As her mother said this, a single tear fell down Lydia's face. Stiles wiped it from her cheek.
"Congrats, you two!" Derek said.
"Thanks… Uncle Derek." Stiles said with a wink.
"So how far along are you?" Asked Braeden.
"13 weeks." Lydia said. She unbuttoned her cardigan and her slight baby bump became obvious.
"Oh my goodness, you are the cutest!" Kira screamed.
"When will you know the gender?" Asked Isaac.
"About a month or two." Lydia smiled.
"What do you want it to be?" Asked Melissa.
"Boy." Said Lydia.
"Girl." Said Stiles at the exact same moment.
"Well, I guess we'll just wait and see." Said Chris with a smile.
Stiles noticed his father smiling.
"What's up, pops?"
"Nothing, I'm just so happy." He replied.
"How about a toast?" Kira said, getting up out of her seat. She raised her glass and everyone else did the same.
"To Lydia, Stiles, and baby Stilinski!" Kira said smiling. Everyone repeated it back and sipped their drinks.
"Okay, well, let's eat!" Lydia said. Papa Stilinski walked around the table to help his son carve the turkey. Lydia sat and everyone dished out sides onto their plates once there was turkey on them. They sat around for about an hour talking and laughing and reminiscing, and most of all, eating. It was a perfect afternoon spent with friends and loved ones. During the meal, Stiles and Lydia held hands under the table, while Lydia's other hand was on her belly. They both knew that soon, nothing would ever be the same, and they were excited by the thought of having a high chair at the Thanksgiving table next year.