Author's Note: So I said I was going to do another installment of The Beach trip but I decided I was having too many Stydia family feels so you are getting this. But do not fret, there will be more part for The Beach trip. It will most likely be after Monday because I plan to write a new chapter for This Might Hurt but not sure about that yet. This chapter is a little sad. I just wanted to thank everyone for the compliments on this story and this one, so glad that I can do something that other people can appreciate. And if you guys have any ideas/head-cannons for this story let me know and maybe I'll take a crack at it. J
"Mommy! Daddy!" Stiles sat straight up in bed hearing his daughter's muffled cries coming from down the hallway getting closer. He looked at the clock; it was only a quarter past two, at least tomorrow was Saturday. He rubbed a hand over his face to wake himself and see what was wrong. He quickly got out of his bed, waking an eight month pregnant Lydia, who was curled up under the covers.
"Stiles, what's wrong?" She yawned, and now hearing her daughter's whimpers.
"I don't know, just stay here." He said as he walked out of their new home's master bedroom, tripping over a box they had yet to unpack, having just moved in a week ago. When he left the room he saw his daughter standing outside of her door crying.
"Daddy." She cried running to him and he immediately picked her up.
"What's wrong?" He asked rubbing her back trying to calm her.
"I had a bad dream that monsters were chasing me and…and…and…" she stuttered as her tears overwhelmed her. "They were gonna eat me." Luckily she had clear speech for a three year old, but then again both of her parents were incredibly intelligent (in their own respect).
"I promise no one is going to eat you Cassidy." He said pressing her into his chest her tears staining his tee shirt. But he didn't know if he could promise that though, as he suddenly remembered that his best friend was part wolf and that whole Kanima thing back in high school. "How about I take you back to your room and you can try to go back to sleep." He started walking closer to her room.
"No! I don't want to. Please I don't want to go back to sleep anymore." Her crying got worse than it was before, she never had a nightmare this bad before.
"Well, I'm tired and want to go to sleep."
"No, Daddy, no." She latched her fingers onto his shirt with a death grip.
"Will you go to sleep if you come to bed with me and Mommy?" He was tired and desperate to get back to bed; he was willing to try anything but stay up with her all night. She nodded her head into his chest. "Alright well I'm only going to take you if you stop crying." He whispered and she did her best to sniff back the remaining tears. When they walked back into the room Lydia was still awake and sitting up.
"She had bad dream." Stiles said as he closed the door behind him and gently handed Lydia their daughter who hugged her, best she could with her pregnant belly.
"Oh no, that's not good." Lydia said stroking her daughter's strawberry blonde hair.
"Daddy said I'm going to sleep in here." Cassidy sniffled. Stiles got back into bed and under the covers.
"Well, as long as there's enough room for you, with Mommy's big belly." He said as Lydia set her in between the two of them and Stiles put his hand on his wife's stomach. Cassidy laughed lightly. "What do you think, is there enough room for you?"
"Yes." She smiled sincerely for the first time since he had found her in the hallway.
"Ok well we have to go to sleep no…ow" Lydia said as she clutched her belly.
"Are you ok?" Stiles asked with concern on his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She brushed it off. "It's probably just indigestion, or Braxton Hicks, or something."
"Ok, but let me know if it gets any worse."
"Don't worry; you'll be the first to know." She rolled her eyes, but knew at the same time she was thankful that she had such a worrisome husband. Lydia pulled the covers up around her body and Stiles did the same. Cassidy settled herself between her parents and nestled as close to her mother as her impending brother would allow.
"Goodnight girls." Stiles said, knowing he wouldn't be able to say just that for much longer.
"Goodnight Daddy." Cassidy giggled softly, finally done being sad and scared.
"Night babe." Lydia said smiling, happy to be cuddling peacefully with her little family before the new addition arrived. She was thrilled about the new baby but she was going to miss the days when it was just the three of them though.
A few hours later when it was finally light out Lydia crawled out of bed and went to use the bathroom when another sharp pain went through her abdomen. They felt like contractions but she chalked it up to Braxton Hicks contractions that she had read about, very common in her stage of pregnancy. She walked out into the bedroom still in her sleepwear that consisted of a pair of leggings and one of Stiles' old lacrosse shirts and smiled at her perfect little family in her bed in their perfect new house. While her daughter looked a lot like her, she looked like Stiles in little ways too, but mostly in her mannerisms and in the ways she acted. She was a lot like Lydia was at that age but there was definitely a lot of Stiles in her.
It was early but she decided she would make them pancakes for breakfast, something they all enjoyed eating. She went to the room where the new baby would have and unpacked the last box left in that room, glad that at least one room was pained and unpacked. Afterwards she went downstairs and started making breakfast when she heard her daughter come down the stairs in her pajamas.
"Hey, sweetie do you want any pancakes?"
"Yes!"
"Yes…what?" Lydia asked putting two on a plate and cutting them up into small pieces.
"Umm…yes please!"
"Much better." Lydia said putting the food down in front of her, making sure her daughter was using her manners. She went back to the stove and began to make another batch.
"Morning." Lydia giggled as she felt her husband's hands snake around her waist and felt his head rest on her shoulder.
"Good morning." He said kissing her cheek. "What are you making?"
"Chocolate chip pancakes. Cassidy's favorite."
"And they're your favorite too." She smiled; he always remembered the smallest things about her.
"You know too much about me." She teased. "Do you want some?"
"Sure." He said as she put three on a plate and handed it to him and he took it to the kitchen table, taking the sat across from their daughter. "Are you feeling good today?"
"Yeah so far so good." She said pouring the batter again. "I mean I'm a little uncomfortable but nothing too bad."
"No more of those Braxton things?" He asked getting up and pouring glasses of milk for the three of them.
"Well I think I felt a few this morning, but nothing detrimental." She didn't know for sure if that's what they were.
"Lydia, are you sure that's what they are?"
"Pretty sure. I mean I'm okay right now, right?"
"I guess, but if it gets worse I'm taking you to see a doctor."
"Alright fine." She just wanted him to shut up about it, she knew she should be aware but there was no use in worrying if it was something standard.
The family finished eating their breakfast and got dressed they spent the day playing outside in their new backyard on the brand new swing set they had just bought on the cool fall day enjoying each other's company. But all day Lydia noticed the pain increasing and it was getting to be worrisome.
"Okay I already called Scott, they're going to watch Cassidy while I take you to the hospital." Stiles spoke just after it began to get dark.
"Stiles, what? No, I'm not going to the hospital, I'm fine." He gave her his knowing look, knowing she was lying.
"It's already set up, we need to go. I packed a bag for us and for Cassidy. My dad's coming up tomorrow morning and he'll pick her up from Scott and Allison's if we don't come home tonight."
"Stiles I'll be fine."
"No arguing, we're going." He said helping her off the couch where and she and Cassidy had been watching a Finding Nemo. "Come on Cassidy, we have to get in the car." Stiles said and she did as she was told. Lydia helped her get her shoes and coat on while Stiles got their bags and put them in the car. "Alright, let's go." He said grabbing his daughter's hand and putting her in the car seat. Luckily this time around Lydia seemed more aware and able to at least walk around.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see in a minute." Stiles and Lydia hated telling her they were going to Scott and Allison's she always threw a fit. She liked it after she was there for a while, but when they dropped her off it was hell.
"Are you taking me to see Uncle Scott and Aunt Allie?" She folded her arms in anger.
"Yes baby but you're going to get to see baby Adam and help Aunt Allie take care of him. And tomorrow guess who's coming to see you." Lydia said trying avoid her daughter's cries and protests.
"Who?" She opened up.
"Grandpa."
"Really?!" She squealed, she loved all her grandparents but she and Stiles father had a special bond and he loved her so much.
"But only if you're good for Uncle Scott and Aunt Allison." Lydia warned. "So are you going to be good?" Stiles loved that his wife knew how to make her behave, he had a harder time because she had him wrapped around her finger.
"You're so good at this." He whispered to her, stifling a small laugh.
"I had practice keeping you in line." She smiled at him despite the pain that she felt thrust into her abdomen. When they finally got to the house Lydia and Stiles took her inside and said goodbye for the night, thanking them over and over for always watching her when they needed it. They finally made it to the hospital and were able to check in an hour afterwards and Lydia's doctor was there to meet her.
"Well I think you're going into early labor."
"What? I thought they were Braxton Hick contractions." She tried to clarify, nervousness taking over.
"Not they're real labor contractions and he's so far along that well we're going to have to deliver him tonight."
"Tonight?" Stiles chocked out.
"If you would have come in early we might have been able to stop it."
"I'm only eight months along. I was nine months with Cassidy."
"Well it can be different every time, but you have to have him soon, he's on his way. We're going to get you ready and send you up to labor and delivery. I'll be back in a minute, I have to call up there." She said walking out of the room.
"Stiles he's going to be a premie, he's going to be so small, and what if he doesn't make it. I should have listened to you. Oh my god." She started sobbing and he bent down next to the bed and rubbed her back.
"It's scary, I know. We can't do anything now. I'm scared too." He didn't know what it meant if he was born early but he knew that it would be small and delicate. "You have to do it. Can you do it?"
"I don't have a choice. I should have listened to you." She said, and they both laughed lightly and the doctor came back in with a few nurses who wheeled her up to the birthing wing of the hospital. The nurses went over everything; about that he was going to be small and that she couldn't get an epidural at this point and all of the other scary things that were going on. A few hours later and a few phone calls to everyone to let them know what was going on it was time for Lydia to push.
"Push sweetie" the doctor had been chanting this for an hour and Lydia felt like there had been no progress.
"I can't, I can't…" She whispered falling back on the pillows in exhaustion.
"He has to come out Lyd, and you're the only one that can make him okay. You have to do this babe. I'm sorry it hurts so much." He said rubbing her forehead with one hand and squeezing her hand with the other. About thirty minutes later the pushing had been worth it, they're little one had finally been pushed out.
"It's a boy."
"Look, Lyd it's a boy." Stiles said kissing her on the lips briefly.
"Why…why isn't he crying?" Lydia asked concerned, ignoring her husband. There was rushing around the room as a doctor was cleaning Lydia up and there was no cries uttered from the baby just people talking about him not breathing correctly. They made Stiles cut the umbilical cord fast and then they put something in the baby's mouth and he finally began to utter a cry. But the people were surrounding him talking about his lungs and getting him breathing good and they left the room in a rush. All while Lydia was getting stitched up and all while she cried because she hadn't even held him in her arms yet.
"Is he going to be okay?" Lydia asked. "I didn't get to hold him yet."
"They said they have to take him to the NICU, Lyd. He wasn't breathing right baby." Stiles said looking at her stroking her sweaty doused head. He was scared but he didn't let it show, she would break down even worse if he did.
"Well is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know baby. They have to get air in him. They're going to take care of him."
"I want to hold him."
"Me too. But they said once they get him set up in his cradle there and you feel better you can see him." He kissed the top of her head as the tears rolled down not only Lydia's face but a little from Stiles as well.