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Three:

It was a chilly, dreary, late October Friday, just about the time the leaves were changing and the air was becoming crisper. It had been a little over a year since Stiles and Lydia's wedding. Stiles was still at work but Lydia was lounging on the couch of their quaint home, enjoying all of the free time her 8am-3pm job offered her. She had been feeling under the weather lately lying on the couch in her cozy socks, leggings, tank top, and one of Stiles' old sweatshirts under a large blanket watching mindless reality television was exactly what she needed. She knew it wasn't the common cold that had gotten her run down though.

Stiles pulled into his driveway in a newer, more ecological and economical version of a Jeep. He saw Lydia's car and silently wished for his wife to start feeling better. Whatever she had caught has come one suddenly earlier in the week, he wanted her to get better as soon as possible. He hated to see Lydia down and run out, although he loved any chance he got that he could take care of her. She was so cute when she was sick and he couldn't help but wait on her hand and foot, she could easily take advantage of that but she was reasonable.

Stiles entered the front door, took off his coat and shoes and placed his keys and wallet on the side table in the small foyer. "Lydia, I'm home." He announced to his wife who averted her eyes and peered over the couch smiling at him.

"Hey baby, how was your day?" She asked kissing him after he plopped down next to her on the couch.

"Really good, I got a lot done. How was yours?"

"It was great, as always. So what were you thinking for dinner tonight?" She asked, suddenly feeling ravenous.

"Well if you're feeling better we could go out to eat if you'd like." Stiles offered.

"Please, could we? I am so hungry." She said in faked desperation, Stiles chuckled.

"So you're okay then? I don't want to take you out into public if you're contagious."

"I'm perfectly fine, I promise." She kissed him on the cheek before standing up. "I just have to change my shirt really quickly and then we can go." She headed up the stairs as Stiles flipped through the channels while he waited. Lydia finally came down in all black boots, leggings, flow-y tank top, and jacket paired with a leopard print scarf. Stiles couldn't help but stare; he swore she got more and more gorgeous every day.

"Are you checking me out Stilinki?" She joked, tossing her purse over her shoulder.

"N-o…no not at all." He was still bashful around her after all this time, she made him weak in the knees practically; it was crazy how much he still strived to impress her.

"Ha-ha sure whatever you Stiles" she said walking over to the couch and standing in front of him, obstructing his view of the TV. "Can we go now, I am super hungry." She pouted and grabbing his hand trying to get him to stand up, he did and yawned tiredly. They went out to eat in the city; they had found that living in a suburb of San Francisco worked really well for them. It was a good place for jobs, but it was the perfect distance from Beacon Hills. Close enough to visit family and old friends, but far enough away from all of the crazy werewolf business. It had been a mutual decision to move that had worked out well. Scott and Allison lived about five miles away and they frequently still had sleepovers as young adults. They were still all very close and the four of them liked it that way.

Dinner was quiet and intimate with the two of them snuggled in to a corner booth at the back of the restaurant. It was a quaint little place with dim lighting that made everything seem slightly romantic. Over the years Stiles had gotten better at playing footsies, although Lydia was still the pro. She loved looking at him and talking about the mundane days they had, calm was good in her book especially after living in Beacon Hills.

"So I have a present for you." Lydia said reaching into and rummaging in her expensive purse. Stiles was interested at what it could be.

"Oh really, what is it?" Stiles inquired, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. Lydia managed to pull out a long white box from her bag.

"Here, you're just going to have to open it and see Stiles." She was becoming slightly giddy, excited to share the gift with him.

"You got me a necklace? That's so….thoughtful" He tried to look for the right words to say without offending her.

"Ugh Stiles, no it's not a necklace! Just open it!" He took the hint and took the lid off of the elongated box and peered in.

"What is it? A white stick?" He asked, brow furrowed with confusion. "Is it a…wait…no" He looked over at Lydia, a large smile spread across her face. "Oh my God!" Stiles practically yelled with excitement. "It's a pre…"

"Pregnancy test!" She exclaimed "and look, its positive." She pointed to the indicated line. She had the largest, proudest smile spread across her face that Stiles had ever seen, other than the day he proposed and their wedding day.

"Really?! This is so great! Lydia, baby, congratulations!" He said leaning down and placing a very romantic and loving kiss on her lips, grasping her in his arms.

"Congrats to you too, daddy." She kidded. He smiled even wider.

"I can't believe this, Lydia; I am so excited and happy." Every part of him was excited; maybe he still needed that Adderall. But she was so glad he was excited, unlike other guys who would be almost emotionless in a situation like this.

"I know, I can't wait to meet our little baby Stilinki. I love you so much and I'm so glad were having a baby together." She laughed, placing a hand on her stomach in a motherly way.

"I am so glad too, this is just wow. This is amazing, I couldn't ask for anyone better to have my baby. I love you so so much Lydia." He said as he placed his hand over hers, feeling her belly.