Figuring It Out- Ch. 6
Lydia sat at the dining room table grading papers when there was a loud banging on the door. She got up and grabbed the baseball bat she and Stiles kept by the front door. Holding it up in her arms, ready to swing, she looked through the peep hole to see one of her husband's sparkling brown eyes way too close to the door.
"LYDIA? HONEY LET ME IN I HAVE A LOT OF STUFF OUT HERE."
Lydia sighed and opened the front door, lowering the baseball bat.
"Stiles you scared the hell out of me."
Stiles walked in with a tree, which barely fit through the door. He walked through the living room and put the tree in the corner of the room.
"What the hell is that?" Lydia asked, pointing at the tree. Stiles clapped his hands once.
"It's a Christmas tree! And I have tons of decorations in the jeep. I'll be back." Stiles ran back out the front door. Lydia had her hands up in the air in confusion, shaking her head. She folded her arms across her chest when he walked back in the apartment with boxes and set then on the dining room table.
"Okay. I have tons of lights for the tree and for outside and I have a wreath and ornaments and I even got baby ornaments and a little tree for our room. And some Christmas themed scented candles.
"Christmas themed?"
"Yeah. Mistletoe, holly, vanilla, sugar cookies, gingerbread…"
"Stiles, I'm pregnant. Some of those might make me sick."
"Crap."
"I appreciate you trying, though." Lydia kissed him on the cheek.
"Yeah, well, anything for my special lady. Plus it's our first Christmas in the apartment, our first Christmas married, and our last Christmas without baby Stilinski."
"Geez. This is a big holiday for us." Lydia said with a laugh.
"Let's decorate the tree!"
"Stiles, I have papers to grade."
"Those little runts can wait one more day for their grades. Okay?"
"Stiles."
"Lydia."
"Stiles."
"Lydia."
"Stiles."
"Lydia."
Lydia grabbed some ribbon from one of the boxes and some tinsel.
"Alright, Stiilnski. Let's do this."
"Great! Yes!" Stiles reached for one of the boxes, but Lydia smacked his hand away.
"Nope. You're working outside."
"Lydia. It's like 40 degrees."
"Well you wanted to decorate."
"You're lucky I love you."
Stiles grabbed the wreath and outdoor lights and opened the front door.
"Love you too!"
45 minutes later Stiles walked back in the house with another box, this one was smaller. Lydia had finished decorating the tree, although Stiles forgot a topper and skirt. The tree was decorated red and gold with twinkling lights.
"Wow. It looks great."
"Thanks, babe. What's that?"
"Some special stuff. Special for us." Stiles pulled out a triskelion hanging by a small ribbon. It's from Derek. He made them for everyone.
"It's great." Lydia took it and placed it on the tree.
"I also have this." Stiles pulled out a picture frame with a wedding photo inside of it. It was the two of them walking back down the aisle after saying "I do" Lydia was laughing with her mouth wide open while Stiles stared at her in amazement.
"Oh my God. Stiles."
"It's perfect, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It is. We look so happy."
"I know the perfect place to put it."
Stiles placed it on their mantle above the fireplace, directly in the middle, next to photos of the two of them in high school, as well as pictures of them with their parents. One photo in particular could never be moved or thrown away. It was a picture of Scott, Allison, Stiles, and Lydia sitting at a table in the cafeteria that someone had taken for the yearbook. When they saw it printed in the yearbook, Stiles bugged the yearbook staff for a copy so he could have it framed for Lydia's birthday. He also gave one to Scott, and one to Chris.
"I also have mistletoe for over the door."
"That will go over real well when Scott and Kira come over."
"It's plastic."
"Nice."
Stiles held it up above his head and motioned for Lydia to walk over. She put her arms around him and looked up and kissed him.
"I love you, Stiles Stilinski."
"I love you too, Lydia Stilinski."