Author's Note: So I have been super busy lately and I haven't update this story or This Might Hurt in a while. I still hope to continue to write this story and the other one, so don't worry. But I am starting college next week so I probably won't be updating quite as often, and I am super sorry about that. I'm not sure how frequently it will happen, but I try to alternate between the two. Like I said I want to continue with them, especially since there tend to not be many during the hiatus. But I did write a one shot last week that I liked, it's called That Long? if you want to check it out. Once again thanks for reading and I hope you continue to just be patient! I'm throwing this one together on a whim so it's going to be shorter.

It was his first week back to work since his second child had been born. He loved his job but he loved his little family so much more. Luckily little Noah had gained enough weight and had become healthy enough that he was able to come home a day or two after Lydia did. It had been so hard trying to concentrate on anything because all he could think about was his wife and two kids at home. He felt bad he couldn't stay and help longer but at least Lydia's mother had been there to help.

Finally he pulled up to his new home's driveway and took a moment to take it all in. This was his house. His house that he shared with Lydia, the only woman he had ever loved romantically. His house that was only a few streets down from his best friend's home. His house where his kids felt lived. His house where he and Lydia's kids lived. No matter what terrible things happened to him or how bad of a day he had, he just took a moment to remember how perfect things really were.

"Hey Stiles." Lydia's mother greeted him as he walked into the kitchen through the garage entry.

"Hey Susan, how was everything today?" Stiles asked his mother-in-law who was preparing dinner he assumed.

"Really good, we missed you here though."

"I missed everyone too. Speaking of which, where is everyone?" He asked setting his laptop case on the counter.

"Um upstairs I think, not sure what they're doing. You can go see what they're doing but lasagna will be ready in an hour or so."

"Alright, I'll go check on them. And thanks again for everything."

"Don't worry about it. It's the least I could do." She said smiling as Stiles went up the stairs and headed toward his and Lydia's master bedroom. The door was closed, so he opened it quietly, in case someone was asleep. He entered to see a tired Lydia feeding their little Noah while she stared down intently at him. She looked so peaceful, magical, and content. It was like she wouldn't be happier doing anything else.

"Hey." He whispered at her as walked to the side of the bed she was propped up on.

"Hey." She said smiling at him as she reached for a blanket to cover herself and the baby up. He planted a kiss on her lips as he brushed a piece of hair off of her forehead.

"You know you really don't have to do that." He said. "It kind of obstructs the view of the baby."

"And other things?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well yeah there's that but I do want to see my baby, and I mean you are my wife." That still felt so odd for him to say sometimes, his wife.

"I'm just trying to be modest." She didn't see the need to feed her children in front of everyone in whatever establishment they decided to go to. Ashamed wasn't the word, modest definitely was. It was almost humorous now, considering how immodest she used to be back at Beacon Hills High School. "I don't intend to be something for people to gawk at." She was still as strong headed as ever, he thought.

"Lydia, you don't even breastfeed in public unless you run to the car to do so."

"I know, but if I ever had to do so in public then I would know how to cover up properly." She insisted.

"Okay, but since we're not in public, you don't have to cover up. I mean it's just me." He added the last part to make it seem like less of a big deal.

"I guess I don't have to wear it." She said, not wanting to admit that he had a point. After all it was just Stiles. A funny phrase that meant something completely different now than it did in high school.

"Good, because I want to see my little guy." He said moving the blanket off of Lydia's shoulder and watched his tiny son finish his early dinner. He stroked his tiny feet with his finger as he drank away. "Hi little guy, its me Daddy. Are you going to say hi? I missed you today." Stiles cooed at Noah, who was totally not interested in anything but Lydia.

"I don't think he's interested babe." Lydia giggled at her persistent husband.

"Yeah I guess not." He laughed and walked to the walk in closet so he could change out of his work clothes and into a pair of jeans and a simple grey tee shirt. "Where's Cassidy at?" He asked walking back into the large room.

"Probably in her room." She said through a yawn. "After I feed Noah, I'm going to take a little nap before dinner, want to join me?" She offered, knowing her husband had to be tired after his first week back at work.

"Maybe, I'll go see if Cassidy wants to cuddle with us too." He smiled as he left the room and walked down the hallway, by passing a still few unpacked boxes. "Hey Cassidy, what are you doing?" He asked opening the door to see his only daughter playing with her dollhouse.

"Daddy's home." She squealed getting up to give him a hug. It was literally the best feeling ever. When she wrapped her little arms around his neck and he gave her a kiss on the cheek after he picked her up.

"Hey how was your day? We're you good for Mommy?" He asked, remembering the many texts Lydia had sent him throughout the day, pictures of his son and daughter, mixed in with a few pictures of all three of them.

"Mhm, very good."

"Oh that's very good. I'm glad you're well behaved when I'm gone." He worried about her sometimes. Her attitude was very Lydia but her sarcasm and energy came directly from Stiles. She was a lot to handle sometimes, but she was his little princess, his little girl.

"I'm always good Daddy." She insisted.

"Okay, I believe you." He laughed. "Do you want to come and cuddle with me and Mommy and Noah?" He asked his daughter who didn't hesitate in answering with a yes. He carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. She snuggled right up to Lydia who was trying to remove the baby from her breast.

"Here let me get him." Stiles said, coming around and taking him off of her hands and placing his little body against his shoulder as Lydia put herself back together. "Want me to burp him Lyd?"

"Yes please." She said smiling at him and running an arm around her red head daughter and kissing the top of head.

"Come on buddy; let's get it out of there." Stiles said to Noah as he paced around the room, tapping his baby's back. He was still little, since he was premature, but he fit perfectly on Stiles' shoulder, all curled up. "Let's hear it Noah." He said with a proud smile on his face, so pleased with the fact that he had Noah home and in his arms. Lydia just stared up at them in awe of how lucky she was. How happy she was in making the right decision when it came to love. He would always be there for her, and how he would be there and do anything for their kids. Their kids, it still shocked her to know they were half her and half of her lover, her partner. They made these two perfect people.

"What?" He asked, noticing his wife was staring at him.

"You're so good with them. I love you so much." She told him earnestly which was met with a smile and a light blush.

"I love you too." He said leaning down, best he could with the baby, and kissed her for a moment, the usual fireworks exploding in the background.

Stiles continued to pat the baby's back and he was finally met with a soft burp. "Alright, there you go buddy, see, not so bad." He kissed the top of his son's had walked over to the other side of the bed and carefully climbed under the duvet, covering up his daughter as well. Stiles placed Noah on his chest, face facing Lydia who laughed at how similar he looked like to her husband. And remembering how her father-in-law coughed out a "poor kid" after Lydia had pointed it out, she couldn't help but giggle.

They were oh so pleased with their little family they had created. Cassidy tucked under her mother's arm and Noah on his father's chest taking a well needed nap. It was all so perfect and they loved it.