Author's Note: Sorry there hasn't been an update in a while, but I think you guys might like this one! At least I hope so! So here it is chapter fourteen.

Cassidy was only a few weeks and she already had both of her parents wrapped around her finger, but she definitely had Stiles wound a little tighter. He never hesitated to change her diaper, feed her, or get up with her in the middle of the night. But since she needed her mother to eat, he didn't do the latter as often. But she was everything to the both of them. She was generally a happy baby, with fussy moments here and there but overall she was a delightful newborn. Then there was Scott and Allison's son, Asher Scott McCall. He was born two weeks after Cassidy and he was a screamer from the start. He was completely moody and one who liked to be awake and crying at all hours of the night. Lydia and Stiles had felt blessed with the little girl they got; she was super calm and loving whereas with Asher, you could just tell her was going to be a handful.

Currently the family of three was shopping at a local grocery store, just taking their time and enjoying one another. Cassidy was gurgling from her car seat placed in the grocery cart as her mother played with her tiny feet and old women passed by and cooed at her in the frozen food section, almost ready to check out.

"Oh crap, I forgot to write bread on the list!" Lydia said, hitting her head. "I guess I still have my pregnancy brain mode still turned on." She giggled, and headed for the bread aisle.

"I'll finish here and I'll meet you there." He told her as she left the frozen food section and Stiles wheeled the cart around getting things off of the list and fawning over his daughter. Lydia slowly made her way to the bread aisle; she still was a tad sore from giving birth but she made it to her destination and it felt good for her to be doing something even as simple as getting a loaf of bread. She found the brand they usually bought, ugh, on the top shelf. She looked around but no employee was in sight to help her she stood on her tippy toes, reached with her left hand, and tried to grab the item but her petite stature hindered her from doing so.

"Here let me help you with that, miss." Suddenly a man reached the product from the top shelf and handed it to her, and their hands touched momentarily. The voice sounded familiar.

"Thank you sir…I uh, Jackson?" Lydia said beginning to thank the stranger, who really was no stranger at all.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Lydia? Is that you?" It was definitely him, it was good to see him. It had been so long, she couldn't remember why exactly. Pregnancy brain mode again.

"Yeah, yeah it's me. What's up, how've you been?" She asked him, her head becoming a whirlwind of ideas all trying to mesh together and make sense.

"I've been fantastic, in town for some work stuff."

"Oh nice, so works good?"

"Mhm, great, being drug company representative is going really well."

"Oh that's so good Jackson. Seeing anyone?" Why couldn't she remember why they hadn't talked in years?

"Uh yeah actually, I'm engaged. You're married too."

"Oh yes…wait, how'd?"

"Saw the ring, it's beautiful, it fits you well. So who's the lucky guy?"

"Jackson?!" Stiles exclaimed, coming down the aisle, pushing their cart in front of him.

"Um…Stiles, actually." Suddenly it hit her. Stiles, yeah he didn't like Jackson too much. In high school, and especially what went down that one time in college.

"Oh. Awesome didn't know you were still together." Jackson said trying to keep the peace. Stiles and Lydia had been dating since the last few years of high school and college last he remembered. He didn't know exactly what had happened between the two of them after that one winter break in college, but he knew it was something he shouldn't have gotten involved in. He was stupid back then, and he was really info Lydia, but that was some time ago.

"Oh yes been married for almost two years. And we have a baby." She confessed to him as Stiles arrived by her side, a glare radiating off of his face.

"That's…that's great Lydia. I'm happy for you guys, congratulations."

"Thanks." Stiles said sternly as he put an arm around Lydia. Stiles stared at him like he wanted to kill him, thank goodness it was late at night and no one else was in the aisle to witness the awkwardness.

"Well I better get going then." He said not even taking a minute to look at Cassidy; for fear that it would escalate the situation. "It was nice to see you guys. Talk to you later." He said biding them goodbye and was out of the section in what seemed like a blink of an eye.

"What did he say to you?" Stiles asked Lydia with seriousness all over his face.

"Nothing, really…"

"Lydia, what did he say?" He asked more concerned than he was previously.

"Seriously, nothing. He was just in town for business and that he's engaged." She told her husband, sensing that he wanted every detail and she had no intention in hiding anything of the thirty second conversation she had with an ex-boyfriend. She knew how Stiles felt about Jackson, especially after what happened in college that one time. It made her husband feel insecure and she never wanted him to feel that way.

"That was
it?" He asked not believing her for a moment, remembering how Jackson had a tendency to swoop in and take things what weren't necessarily his.

"That was it Stiles. Baby, I swear. I love you so much; you never have to worry about anything crazy happening. I love you, I'm married to you. I know how much you were hurn by all that happened so I know that I can never get close to hurting you again. It hurt me when you were hurting. We're not doing that again, I love you Stiles Stilinski." She told him, hugging him and touching their noses and foreheads together. He lost his stern composure and smiled at his beautiful wife that he was so blessed to have.

"Thank you, Lyd. For not thinking I'm crazy. I love you so much; you're the best thing that ever happened to me." He kissed her passionately in the grocery store aisle and his daughter cried out. "And you too Cassidy." He said leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. He was so happy and proud of his little family.