Author's Note: Sorry for the lack of updates and this one isn't the best but I wanted to give you guys something though! Please enjoy and forgive my lack of new chapters! December is always super busy for me and I have exams next week so it might be awhile before there's a new one!
"Lydia can we just pick a tree already?" Stiles beckoned to his wife as he was unsuccessfully pushing his daughter's stroller through the couple inches of snow that covered the cold ground.
"Just calm down, did you forget to take your medication today?" She snickered and gave him a wink before proceeding through the massive Christmas tree farm.
"Ha-ha very funny." He remarked with heavy sarcasm, something he had always seemed to be good at.
"Its just that it's Cassidy's first Christmas. Our first Christmas with a baby, I just want to make everything as perfect as possible. Especially the Christmas tree!" She reached out to a tall tree, only to have the needles fall out. She gave a heavy sigh, displeased with the findings.
"Lyd, she's not even going to remember it…"
"Don't. And if she doesn't I will, and I want it to be the perfect tree." She snapped slightly at him, not letting him even finish his sentence.
"Well why don't we go get an artificial tree then, it would be a lot easier."
"Noooo Stiles" she pouted. "Not for her first Christmas, it HAS to be a real one. After this year maybe, but for now it must be a real, genuine Christmas tree." Stiles rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day. "Don't roll your eyes at me!"
"Sorry, I just think you're worrying to much about this." She frowned, she had rough days after the baby was born. She wasn't depressed or anything more like the stresses that came with being a first time mom. She really loved their daughter but he could tell it made her tired and slightly irritable. They fought about dumb things they hadn't used to but they still loved each other and knew that came with the territory of adding a baby to the mix. "Don't get upset. I just think that you're stressing yourself out a lot more then you need to be. We don't need you to be stressed. Don't stress over the small things. I just want the happy Lydia, and so does Cass." He told her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the forehead.
"Sorry I've been so moody lately." She said leaning into him.
"It's alright, I still love you, even when you are a little moody." He joked. He did find it funny when Lydia's high school-self came out of her now fairly refined self. Her moodiness was generally authoritative, hard-headed, and controlling. In a way it attracted him more to her, remembering how much he liked in high school, then again there really wasn't much he didn't like about his wife.
"I think I like that one over there." She whispered to her husband and pointed to a healthy, seven foot, evergreen Christmas tree.
"Good, we finally have a tree." He said with his signature smirk as he grabbed an employee to help him cut down the tree, just as Cassidy started to whimper. Lydia went to the stroller and lifted her sixth month year old out of her car seat in the stroller and wrapped her with a heavy, pink, wool, blanket.
"Look there's Daddy." She said pointing to Stiles cutting down the tree, Stiles looked up and couldn't believe how lucky he was to be cutting down a tree for the girl of his dreams and their beautiful daughter.