Author's Note: Just letting you know I do plan on contiunung the chapters of the gang at the beach but I was having Stydia family feels today and wanted to write a little bit of that. I will probably update This Might Hurt next before there is another beach installment, just letting everyone know in case anyone was wondering. Maybe it will happen that way, lol who knows. Thanks for reading. J

When she read it, she didn't believe it. She didn't want to tell anyone especially after what had happened last time. But she knew she had to tell Stiles as soon as she could, to at least warn him so he wasn't left in the dark when things went awry.

"Do you want to do the dishes to give Cassidy a bath before we put her down?" Lydia asked she knew what he would pick but she liked to at least give him the option.

"I'll give her a bath, if that's alright with you."

"It's perfectly fine with me." She said kissing him on the cheek. Although Lydia had switched careers to become a professor she still spent more time with their daughter then he did so she was happy to let him have time with their daughter. She had more time to be with her being that she could set her schedule of classes herself, only teaching morning classes and only having to leave Cassidy at daycare for a few hours.

He walked over to where Cassidy was sitting at the dinner table and unbuckled her from her booster seat. She was petite like Lydia and wasn't quite tall enough to sit at the dinner table by herself. Spaghetti sauce covered her face and clothes, but it was still perfectly acceptable she was only a few days away from turning three. Stiles picked her up without even caring about how messy she was and Lydia couldn't help but ache. She watched him carry her upstairs as the talked to one another. She loved how perfect he was with her and she couldn't have been any happier with anyone else.

She had married her biggest fan and she couldn't be more thrilled. He had let her change her career from doctor to biology professor so she could spend more time with their daughter. She was so appreciative and she knew she would do anything he ever wanted or needed. She couldn't believe there was a time before all of this when she wouldn't even look at him.

After rinsing the dishes, placing them in the dishwasher, wiping down the counter, and picking up Cassidy's scattered toys in the family room, she walked up stairs and into Cassidy's bathroom. Stiles was wrapping her in a towel to dry her off.

"Did you have a good bath sweetie?" Lydia asked as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed smiling at what was essentially her mirror image.

"Yes Mommy." She nodded her head. "Daddy let me play with all of my bath toys too."

"Oh sounds like fun." Lydia responded.

"And now you're nice and clean." Stiles said having her step into her underwear and then pajama bottoms. Lydia was impressed with herself, getting her daughter fully potty trained before age two and a half. Stiles handed Lydia the towel and she hung it up to dry while Stiles pulled Cassidy's shirt over her head and put her arms through the armholes.

"Can we play with toys before bed?" Cassidy asked as Lydia combed her daughter's strawberry blonde hair, which was darkening into a hair color more similar to her father's.

"We should brush your teeth first though." Lydia said as she got out her daughter's toothpaste and toothbrush and helped her reach all of the tricky spots as Stiles drained the bathwater and put all of the bath toys away, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Come on, let's go play." Cassidy said pulling on Stiles' hand and dragging him to her hot pink room where all of her toys were, Lydia followed along behind them. Cassidy had both of them wrapped around her finger but Stiles was particularly wrapped. They both sat on the floor in front of her dollhouse playing with her for a few minutes. Lydia ran a hand over her daughter's head as she watched Stiles play so lovingly with her. It was great that he didn't care if he was playing with dolls, as long as she was happy he was happy.

"Cassidy, it's about time for bed now." Lydia whispered after about a half an hour of playtime, she pouted of course but Stiles managed to make her smile and get her into the bed. Lydia covered her up and sat next to her as she read her one of her favorite bedtime stories as Stiles sat on the end watching his two favorite people.

"What?" Lydia mouthed/whispered after looking down at her now sleeping daughter.

"You two just look so perfect." He whispered as she blushed. She pushed herself up off the bed and kissed her daughter on the forehead, Stiles did the same and they both left the room. Lydia went to their bedroom to get ready for bed, while Stiles went downstairs to make sure all of the doors were locked and the alarm was set.

"So how was your day?" Lydia asked after opening the bathroom door and letting him into the bathroom so he could brush his teeth and such.

"It was good. I miss my girls when I'm away though." He pouted slightly. "Glad tomorrow is Friday." He said as he began to brush his teeth, thinking about the next day. He arranged his schedule so that he got off work early on Fridays, one day he hoped to have the whole day off or work from home.

"Mmm, me too." Lydia daydreamed about sleeping in an hour or two later then she normally did on weekdays. But having a toddler usually made that difficult. Currently she just wanted to lay in bed and watch TV like they did every night. They went to bed way earlier than they did when they were first married. They did try to stay up for a few hours at night and watch TV or read a book in their bed or in the family room, just to spend a little bit of time together.

"How was your day babe?" He asked as he stripped down into his boxers and threw a tee shirt over his torso. Lydia was already in her shorts and tank top combo.

"It was good, the usual." She shrugged as Stiles nodded and she lay down in bed. Stiles came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

"Is something up?" He asked. She wondered how he could read her so well.

"No."

"Lyd, what's wrong. Something's bothering you I can tell." He said facing her, tears already were welling up in her eyes.

"I…I'm pregnant Stiles." Her voice cracked and tears streamed down her cheeks. He pulled her in for a hug, shocked by the news, happy of course.

"That's great Lydia. Something to be happy about." He said rubbing her back and thinking about holding another baby that was his and Lydia's.

"Yeah but you know what happened just a few months ago." She sniffled. "I don't know what I'll do if I miscarry again." She whimpered as she dampened Stiles' shirt with her tears.

"I know that sucked for you and me. You took it really hard but I was looking forward to that baby too. But maybe it wasn't the right time." He sighed, he wanted that baby as much as Lydia had but she took it harder being that it had been inside of her.

"Ugh, remember that one time when we were in college and we had that pregnancy scare? God back then I would have died if I had a baby and now all I want is one." She said, as she moved away from his embrace to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, it's funny how things change. But right now you are pregnant and that's such a good thing. You just have to be extra careful. I know you're scared but this is so exciting."

"Yeah I guess." She sniffled as she reached to her nightstand for a tissue.

"Seriously, you'll be fine Lydia. You can do this. I have a good feeling about this one. I mean we weren't even trying or anything…just having fun…" Stiles began to reminisce trying to figure out exactly when everything had aligned.

"Stiles." Lydia tried to be stern but giggled at his ADHD tendencies.

"What? Oh sorry. Seriously this will be good." He said grabbing her face, wiping her remaining tears with his thumb and she smiled slightly. "I love you." He kissed her chastely.

"I love you too."

"How far a long do you think you are?"

"Maybe a month or so?" She estimated.

"How long have you known?"

"A few hours." She admitted.

"When were you planning on telling me?" He genuinlly wondered.

"Tonight or tomorrow morning, as soon as I could manage it." He smiled in satisfaction.

"What?" She questioned.

"It's just good to know you tell me everything in a timely fashion. You don't keep secrets from me."

"Of course not. I love you so much; you have to be the first person I tell. You're my husband remember?" How could he forget.

"It just feels good to know." He smiled at her, kissing her again. God he loved being able to kiss her whenever he wanted. And he couldn't wait for her to have another one of his babies. He just thought that proved to everyone that his pining over her in high school was never a waste of time.