Author's Note: So sorry about the lack of updates, but I have been super busy. I hope everyone is still interested in the story and still reading. No one else has been updating either! It's hard when it's not on though I guess. But holy crap I've been getting so excited at every picture I see from the set, I hope there's STYDIA this season! Hopefully you like the new chapter. This chapter is Christmas themed!

"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up, wake up!" A squealing and excitable young strawberry blonde said, bounding into Stiles and Lydia's bedroom. Lydia tried to keep her eyes closed, in hope that she could get another hour or so of sleep. It was nine o'clock but she had an exhaustive night with her husband of four years. After putting presents from Santa under the tree, the two of them had a somewhat romantic evening as they were trying for baby number two. Cassidy had been a surprise for them, really, but most definitely a welcomed one at that. Lydia though longed to give her husband more children, hopefully a boy at least once. She wanted at least three kids but she was beginning to worry though, they'd been trying for months to have another baby, but it wasn't going too well so far. That scared her, and him, more then he'd like to admit. Scared enough to want to try again at the drop of a hat, but even if it was a wasted effort she still enjoyed the night, and had a good time, as usual, being with her husband.

"Santa! He was here! I heard his sleigh bells on the roof last night!" She squealed with delight and excitement, she was finally at the age that she was really able to understand and be excited about the illusion of Santa. "Wake up!" She leaped up onto the bed in between the two of them. Her energy resembled that of her hyperactive father, who was up and ready, interacting with her, riling her up.

"You didn't peak did you?" Stiles asked, in his joking way. She shook her head "no" believing his faux seriousness.

"No Daddy, I didn't, I promise." She told him with a very solemn and matter of fact facial expression. "But can we go and see what Santa brought me?!"

"Well we have to wake up Mommy first." Stiles whispered to his daughter, she immediately started to shake her mother in attempt to get her to arise from her slumber.

"Mommy! Mommy, wake up, Santa came! It's Christmas day!" Lydia turned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek.

"Oh really? What do you think Santa brought you?"

"I don't know Mommy, it's a surprise!" Cassidy was very serious about things, the way three year olds tended to be.

"Right, I'm sorry. How could I possibly forget?"

"I don't know Mommy. Can we go downstairs now?!"

"Yes we can go, but first we have to eat breakfast before we open anything." Cassidy nodded in understanding and the three of them headed down the stairs, Lydia in front with a camera taking pictures of her daughter's reaction to the Christmas tree in the living room next to the fireplace adorned with stockings.

"Santa did come! I knew he did!" She was ecstatic over all of the presents under the tree, there were tons of them, most of them just for her. "Look Daddy, Santa was here!" She was squealing as she ran over to the tree, grabbing Stiles' hand, jumping up and down. She gazed at the gifts and saw a tiny pink bike (with training wheels of course) that was just her size. She was enthralled by the gifts that were under the tree.

"Sweetie, we have to eat breakfast before we can open any presents, remember?"

"Oops, well let's hurry up and eat then!" She giggled and ran to her spot the kitchen table. Lydia went to work and made chocolate chip pancakes that were soon a mess on both Stiles and Cassidy. Lydia shook her head, and laughed to herself about how much their little girl was like the both of them. She had lots of Stiles' mannerisms and energy, but she looked just like Lydia with a few traits that were vice versa.

"Can we open presents now Mommy?" She knew Lydia had the final say, if it was up to Stiles he would have been up opening presents at six am, although he was tired from their night, not that he minded.

"Yes we can now, thank you for being so patient." She said getting out her video camera this time and filming as her daughter opened numerous presents. It took her a few hours to open all of the presents and by twelve thirty she was running around with Stiles as they shot one another with new Nerf guns, hyped up on Christmas cookies. Lydia cleaned up the wrapping paper and open boxes as she observed her daughter and husband running around the house having a good time. She hope to herself that next year at the time, she would be sitting in the rocking chair, currently in the garage, holding a new baby as she fed him and he drifted to sleep in her arms. Suddenly she felt arms snake around her torso.

"What are you thinking about?" Stiles asked as he kissed her temple.

"That maybe next year at this time we'll have another baby." She sighed; it was looking less and less likely. She thought about Allison, she was currently eight months pregnant with her and Scott's second son. Lydia, suffice to say, was jealous of her friend.

"Don't be sad, it's Christmas. The more you stress yourself out about it, the less likely it is to happen." He knew she was struggling with it, he wanted more kids too, but it wasn't something she needed to worry about. If she could, great, and if she couldn't he would still love her just the same. Their first had just come so easy they had both assumed it would be the same way the second time around.

"Okay, I'll try not to stress about it."

"Good," He turned her around and kissed her on the lips this time. "We can always just keep trying, I don't mind." He told her, in his goofy (meant to be seductive) Stiles way. She just laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay we all have to go get dressed now, were going to see Grandpa in a little bit!" Lydia told Cassidy, who became excited at the word grandpa even though she was unsure of which one they were even going to be visiting. She really didn't care because she loved both of hers so very much.

Soon the three of them were all dressed and ready to go; soon pulling up to Stiles' old home in Beacon Hills. They were going to visit Stiles' dad for a big Christmas dinner. He really loved his granddaughter, she was his only one and he would do anything for her. This was another reason Lydia so longed to give Stiles another child. She didn't want his dad to have only one grandchild, and it was all up to her really because Stiles had no siblings. Sometimes she would stay up at night thinking of all of the people she was letting down by not being able to get pregnant a second time.

"Yay were here!" Cassidy squealed for the thousandth time that day. "I get to see Grandpa!" She kicked her legs in excitement as Lydia unstrapped her daughter from the pink car seat and Stiles grabbed presents and luggage out from the back of the car. When Lydia put her down, she ran straight for the front door. She rang the doorbell at least twelve times, when Stiles' dad answered.

"Who is it?" He asked as he opened the door.

"It's me silly! Cassidy!" She giggled, he laughed and bent down and gave her a hug. Stiles and Lydia followed in behind their daughter and entered the house. It smelled like pumpkin pie and roasted turkey, and Christmas carols played in the background.

"Dad you went all out." Stiles stated.

"Well I wanted it to be special for you guys. I'm so glad you came to visit." He didn't show his emotions often but you could tell he appreciated that they came to stay with him. Lydia was always afraid he was lonely. She longed to move back to Beacon Hills so they could be closer to family, as long as it was safe of course.

Lydia's parents came over a few hours later and they had a large Christmas dinner. Afterwards the family opened presents. Cassidy got even more dolls and games, she especially excited by the huge doll house she received from Lydia's mom. Soon it was bedtime for Cassidy. Stiles carried her up the stairs to his old bedroom and laid her down on an air mattress next to his old be that he and Lydia would be sharing.

"Goodnight Mommy and Daddy." She told them as they kissed her goodnight. "Thank you for all of the toys." She smiled, thinking about the eventful day she had.

"You're very welcome Cassidy." Lydia told her as she covered her up. "Night." She said as she closed the door. She was now standing in the hallway with her husband.

"Lyd, I was thinking, maybe if something doesn't happen, we should maybe see a doctor." He said as delicately as he could, remembering her cringe at her dad's question of when they were going to have more kids.

"I think that's probably a good idea." She said, just wishing that the pregnancy would happen on its own.

"But only if you want to."

"I definitely want to. I want to have lots of kids, even if we can't make it work on our own. I…don't like admitting defeat, but I want another baby." She said as she nuzzled her nose into the side of his neck.

"I'm so thankful for you Lydia, and all you do for me." He lightly grabbed her face and kissed her passionately and chastely with nothing but love.