A/N: I'm sorry that updates for this story aren't coming as fast as I'd like them, but I think I've kinda got a little writer's block at the moment. I'll update what I can when I can, and thanks for being so patient with me.

Packing up and helping Boyd and Erica move was the easy part in all of this. After they were headed back to Beacon Hills, Stiles and Lydia stayed so Lydia could pack up her apartment.

Stiles took his time looking around, seeing pictures of both Lydia and Kristy together, and there was even the picture of her ultrasound. Stiles laughed, "Hey, Lyds?"

"Hmm?" Lydia asked, taping a box shut. She looked up at him.

"Is this Kristy's ultrasound?"

Lydia nodded, "Yeah. It's the very first picture I had of my baby, so I framed it. Everybody seemed to think it was stupid at the time, but Erica got it."

Stiles just shrugged.

They spent that entire day packing up everything, and by the time they were finished with what they could accomplish that day, Lydia was tired. But her libido seemed to be in overdrive.

She expected it, of course. It was like this when she was pregnant with Kristy, too. But this time, everything was just a little more worse.

So when Stiles was relaxing on the couch later that night, Lydia came over and straddled his waist. He looked surprised for a fraction of a second before settling his hands on her hips.

"Everything okay?" he asked her.

"You have no idea what this pregnancy is doing to my libido," Lydia said. "Now shut up and kiss me."

The demand was just so Lydia that it made Stiles laugh. But he wasted no time cupping her cheek and leaning in for a kiss. Once their lips touched, Lydia felt fireworks. Was that the way it had always felt? It was an amazing feeling. She tilted her head just a little so Stiles could deepen the kiss. As Lydia threw her arms around Stiles' neck, she grinded her hips down onto the length that she could feel start to harden through his jeans.

They kissed for a little while longer, Stiles letting out little moans, and finally he broke the kiss. "Is your bed still here?"

Lydia grinned and nodded, "Yeah. Come on, this way." She took him by the hand and they tumbled up the stairs and into her bedroom together. Once they got there, she pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

"God, I love kissing you," Lydia said. "You taste so good, Stiles." They rolled around on the bed, making out a little bit more, when Stiles sat up, stripping his shirt off of his body. He looked at Lydia questioningly, and she raised her arms so he could strip her dress off of her.

They got rid of the rest of their clothes rather quickly and then tumbled back into bed together. Once they got situated with Lydia on her back, Stiles kissed down her body, starting with a quick kiss on her lips, and looked up every once in a while, into her eyes. He trailed his kisses further and further south, and Lydia groaned, "God, Stiles, I need you to be inside me. Please."

"Good things come to those who wait, Lyds," Stiles said. It made Lydia laugh.

"Please," she said. "You're no more patient than I am."

"Hush, you," Stiles said. "Just lay back and let me enjoy this." He continued kissing his way south until he reached her stomach. He took his time kissing every part of her, swirling his tongue around her belly button and inside it, and it made Lydia jump.

"You okay?" he asked.

Lydia nodded, "Yeah, sorry. Tickled."

Stiles nodded and continued his journey south. When he reached her outer lips, he just inhaled her scent. "God, Lyds," he said, flicking her clit with his finger, "You smell so fucking good."

The whole thing seemed a little more animalistic than Stiles was, so she said to him, "Are you a wolf, Stiles? That just…it's something that I don't see a human doing."

"I run with a pack of wolves," Stiles said. "I've picked up some of their habits."

Lydia nodded as Stiles, without warning, attacked Lydia's clit with his tongue and teeth. Lydia had always known that Stiles would be good with his mouth – everyone who knew him knew about his oral fixation – but this was just phenomenal. She couldn't escape the moans and the nonsense words from just tumbling out of her mouth and she knew that he was going to be smug about it. As he ate her out, she groaned, "God, Stiles, so fucking good." He smirked.

She was approaching the edge quite quickly and Stiles seemed to know, because that's when he inserted two fingers into her heat. He crooked his fingers a little bit, reaching her g-spot, and she groaned at that. As he attacked her clit with his mouth and moved his fingers, Lydia couldn't hang on anymore. It was like Stiles knew that she was trying to hold off, though, because he raised his head and said, "C'mon, Lyds, I want you to come for me. I want to taste it."

That seemed to be all the encouragement that Lydia needed, because once Stiles took her clit into his mouth and just sucked on it, she fell apart. He withdrew his fingers, licking her juices off of them, and sat up to look at her.

"Fucking Christ, Lyds, you're always so beautiful," Stiles said, "especially when you come."

Lydia was sure that she blushed at that. Stiles climbed back up her body and he kissed her deep and slow. As their tongues intertwined, Lydia found herself thankful that it was Stiles she fell in love with.

Lydia broke the kiss, turning over so she was on her hands and knees. Stiles looked confused at first, but Lydia said, "C'mon, Stiles, I want you to fuck me hard and fast and deep. I fucking need it."

The need in her voice made Stiles groan. He was already on edge, and he knew that he wasn't going to last long once he was inside her. But it was what she wanted, so Stiles said, "Have I ever left you wanting, Lyds?"

Lydia giggled and Stiles entered her slowly, in one thrust. Once he was all the way in, he paused for a second, but Lydia wasn't having that. She started fucking herself on his cock. "C'mon, Stiles," she said, groaning. "I fucking need you to fuck me, okay?"

Stiles' throat went really dry for a second before he nodded and said, "Yeah, Lyds, okay."

He grabbed her hips roughly and started to thrust into her. Lydia moaned at the feeling of him filling her so full – it was just a great feeling. She started moving in time to his thrusts, and she was getting close. The familiar feeling started low in her stomach and she knew it wouldn't be long. She moaned and said, "Stiles, I'm so fucking close, keep fucking me, I'm almost there."

"That's it," Stiles said, tightening the grip he had on her hips. "I want you to come for me, Lyds. C'mon, fucking come for me."

His talking threw Lydia over the edge and Stiles couldn't believe the way she tightened around him. He hadn't wanted to come yet, he had wanted to last, but he just couldn't. He thrust into her a few more times before gripping her hips and coming inside of her.

Afterwards, Lydia sighed as Stiles slipped out of her. She laid down on her bed, throwing a quilt over her, and told Stiles, "C'mon. I need a fucking nap and I want you to lay with me."

"Sure," Stiles answered. "I could use a nap."

As they lay together, Stiles moved her hair out of his way and kissed her shoulder. He paused for a second, seeing the ink on her left shoulder for the first time.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," Stiles said. He leaned up on one elbow to examine it. "How did I not know that?"

"My hair covers it a lot," Lydia said. "I got it when Kristy was born."

The tattoo was a basic black outline of a tiny footprint, and had the words Kristiana Elizabeth Martin on it, followed by the August 22nd date underneath it. Stiles paused for a moment, "Is that her real footprint?"

Lydia nodded, covering her mouth as she let out a yawn, "Yeah. Boyd was friends with the artist who did it. It's something I wanted done because Kristy is my everything. It's been that way ever since I found out I was pregnant with her."

Stiles lay back down beside her, an arm around Lydia's waist, and together, they slipped into sleep.

-x-

All in all, it didn't take as long as Lydia thought it was going to. Within that week, they were headed back to Beacon Hills. Lydia had decided to drive, since Stiles had driven practically the entire way to Boston, and on the way back, they talked.

"What are you gonna do with all this extra stuff, Lyds?" Stiles asked, fiddling with the radio. They had taken Lydia's car because she was worried that his jeep wouldn't make the trip – even though Stiles was pretty adamant that it would.

Lydia shrugged, "I'm thinking of selling at least some of it, or giving it away, or something. But Stiles, we need to talk."

Stiles looked worried, and then said, "Nothing good has ever come from the beginning phrase of 'we need to talk'."

"It's nothing bad," Lydia said. "No, I'm not breaking up with you. It's just something that's been on my mind."

Stiles just nodded.

"So, now that we know it's twins – which surprised the hell outta me, let me tell you – we're gonna need a bigger place to live. That is, unless you want me to get my own space. I'd gladly get my own place if you want space from me, and I'm not gonna be offended," Lydia said. She realized that she was starting to ramble – what the fuck was wrong with her? – so she tried to stop herself before it got too bad.

"I want you to live with me," Stiles said. "I mean, considering we're expecting two babies together, I figured it'd only make sense. Besides, I love both you and Kristy and I can't imagine not seeing you two every day."

Lydia nodded, "Sure. Then we're gonna have to get a bigger place. Your two bedroom apartment isn't going to work for three kids."

Stiles nodded, "So, what are you thinking?"

"Well, I'm going to finish my school online I think," Lydia said. "There are a lot of colleges that offer really great online classes. And I'd really like to get a house together. I think that'd be ideal."

"You wanna buy a house with me?" Stiles said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah," Lydia said. "Why is that a shock?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you, Lyds," Stiles said. He almost sounded sad. "I'm just waiting for the day that you decide you can do better than me. There will come a day that you no longer want me, and I'm cool with that. I just…I'm gonna love you while you're here, and I –"

"Stop right there, Stiles," Lydia said, pulling into the first parking lot she could find. She realized afterwards that it just happened to be a motel, but wasn't thinking about that at that moment in time. She parked the car and looked at him, "You are not second choice. You are not just to pass the time with. I love you, okay. I've been in love with you for a while, I just wasn't sure about it. Before I decided to meet with Deucalion, I wasn't really sure about anything. I'm not leaving you, okay?" She grabbed his hand and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, "I'm not going anywhere. If anybody's leaving, it's gonna be you, because I'm in this to win it. Okay?"

Stiles nodded slowly.

"Good," Lydia said. She could feel the familiar ache starting to build between her thighs but tried her best to ignore it. After a few moments of that, though, it became too difficult for her to ignore, so she said, "How about you go into the office there and see if they have a vacancy."

Stiles looked at her quizzically.

Lydia rolled her eyes, "I want you to take me into one of those rooms and fuck me silly. Think you're up to it?"

"Getting there," Stiles said, practically running out of the car. Lydia just smiled.

-x-

Considering they had gotten a late start from Boston, Stiles and Lydia decided to stay at the motel for the night. They went out to dinner, though, and he held her hand through most of it.

She ordered chocolate fudge ice cream smothered in hot fudge for desert and Stiles just watched her. "How can you eat that?" he asked her.

"It was like this the first time I was pregnant," Lydia said, taking a bite of her desert. She moaned at the taste.

"Only you can make eating ice cream sound pornographic," Stiles said. That made Lydia laugh.

"I don't know, it's like when I'm pregnant – or at least with Kristy and then now with these two – I crave sweets. Chocolate everything. I want nothing but chocolate chocolate smothered in chocolate. I know it's not healthy, but it's what I want."

Stiles just shrugged.

After they finished dinner and Stiles paid for their meal (because he practically had to force Lydia to let him do that, but he was determined) they went back to the motel. Lydia started flipping through channels as Stiles called Scott.

"Hey man," Scott answered on the first ring. "How's everything?"

"Great. We're on our way back," Stiles said. "We're at a motel for the night."

"Dude, I think Kristy's been asking for you," Scott said. Stiles almost froze.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a lump in his throat.

"She keeps saying dada," Scott said. "I think she means you."

"Are you at home?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah."

"Get on Skype. I wanna see her."

"Sure, man. I'll talk to you in a bit."

"You miss her, don't you?" Lydia asked as Stiles ended the call. He looked at her.

"You've really bonded with Kristy. I honestly didn't think you would."

"Why not?" Stiles asked as he set up his laptop. "I mean, Kristy's a great baby."

Lydia shrugged, "I don't know. It's just…you were almost afraid of her when I first brought her to your house, and now you're taking care of her like she's your own. I really appreciate that, by the way."

"I love her like she's my own, Lyds. It's no hardship, trust me."

Once Skype was booted up and Stiles was connected to Scott's, he saw Scott sitting at the computer desk with Kristy on his lap. Once she saw Stiles' face, she went crazy.

"Dada," she said. She said it a few times, and Stiles did not cry, okay? He just had something in his eye.

"Did she just say what I think she said?" Lydia said. She came over onto the bed and looked at Kristy, "Hey, baby girl."

Kristy started babbling, and it made Lydia smile. "We miss you, sweetheart," Lydia said, noticing that Stiles hadn't said a single thing since their talk started. "Have you been good for Uncle Scott and Aunt Ally?"

"She's been really great," Scott answered. "She's such a good baby."

Lydia nodded, "Once she gets used to her surroundings, she's great. It's just getting her adjusted that's the problem. Has she let out any screams?"

Scott shook his head, "Nope. It's been relatively quiet here, though."

"That's great," Lydia said.

"Down," Kristy said to Scott and he set her down on the floor. "Sorry," Scott said. "I guess she got tired of us."

Lydia laughed and then nudged Stiles, "Talk to your best friend. I'm gonna take a bubble bath."

"Of course you have bubble bath with you," Stiles muttered. Lydia just turned around and stuck her tongue out at Stiles.

"Things are good then?" Scott asked, once Lydia had closed the bathroom door behind her.

"Hell yeah they are," Stiles answered. "Things are fucking excellent."

"That's great, dude," Scott said. "I'm really happy for you both."

"Look, Scott, Lydia told me today that she wants to buy a house with me. Dude, with me."

"That's great," Scott said enthusiastically. "I mean, really. That's a huge step."

"I know it," Stiles said, and he couldn't get the grin off of his face. "I feel like this is it, man. Things cannot get any better than this."

Scott laughed, "Don't jinx yourself, dude."

Stiles laughed, "I don't think that could happen. I'm just so fucking happy, I'm practically floating. This is such an awesome feeling."

Scott laughed.

They talked a little while longer while Lydia soaked in the bathtub and it was midnight eastern time when Stiles got off of Skype. The only reason they disconnected was because Scott had to assist Deaton with a surgery in the morning and needed at least a little sleep. As Stiles cuddled Lydia that night, he fell asleep to the thought that life definitely couldn't get any better than this.