Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY for not being able to update in a while, and unfortunately it looks like I won't be able to update all that often. But I do have a few ideas for this story and I hope you guys stick with it through the hiatus. Also I plan on adding another chapter to This Might Hurt when I get the chance, but unfortunately that story is kind of more stressful and time consuming to write& this took me a bit longer to write then I was expecting. But like I said before please be patient. Also I'm thinking about re-doing the first time Stiles and Lydia "do it" lol I just don't like the way I wrote it and I want to do it better, what do you think?
And that midseason finale? I don't know, I wasn't blown away by it or anything. Like it was very good but there have been better episodes this season. Just my opinion I guess. And where the crap was Stydia? Ugh that's another tangent I'll avoid for now.
"Mommy, please?" Cassidy whined from the backseat of the small SUV, kicking her legs in frustration as she and her mother headed home from the grocery store.
"I really don't think that it's a good idea." Lydia told her young daughter, who was barely three years old.
"Pleasssseeee."
"Cassidy, I said I would think about it, but if you keep bugging me about it, it's going to be a definite no." Her daughter was as persistent as she was. In reality she had already made up her mind that she was not going to be giving in to this request.
"But Daddy said we could get one." The strawberry blonde three year old pointed out.
"Oh?" Lydia raised her eyebrow, and looked at her daughter in her rearview mirror as they were stopped at a stop sign. "Did he now?" She groaned, she hadn't even really talked to her husband about Cassidy's request yet, but she knew he had told their daughter yes.
"Mhm." She said nodding her head, with all of the sass she could convey.
"Well I think that's something for me and Daddy to decide on."
"Please, please, please! It would be so good." Her daughter protested as Lydia turned into the driveway and parked the car.
"Cassidy, I said I'll think about it." She said sternly, not wanting to hear anymore pestering. "Okay?" She said softening her voice, to convey that she wasn't trying to be mean or mad, just serious.
"Okay." She finally agreed, not too happy with where the conversation had ended.
"Good, now let's go bring the groceries inside and get ready before we go to see grandpa." Lydia said, instantly turning her daughter's sour face into a much sweeter one. Lydia exited the car and unbuckled her daughter from her car seat and set her down on the ground. Stiles was walking out on to the porch while holding their seven week old, Noah, after hearing the car pull up into the driveway. Cassidy ran straight into his legs giving him a tight hug around the legs before he had her go inside the house.
"There's my baby." Lydia cooed as Stiles walked to where she was standing.
"Yeah I know I'm here." He joked as she grabbed the sleepy infant from her husband's arm, giving him a kiss on the cheek before placing him on her shoulder.
"Very funny." She smiled at her husband before he placed a kiss on her soft lips as she cradled their son and rubbed his back affectionately.
"I try." He said, before kissing her again. With her baby in her arms and her husband being his usual self, she had a tough time remembering why she was so stressed before.
"Hmmm. Can you help me with bags?" She asked, still standing in her husband's embraced, faces still close.
"But I like kissing you too much." He told her placing a kiss on her cheek this time, followed with an eye roll from her.
"That's great and I love you very much but we have to get the groceries inside because we have to get to dinner with your father okay?"
"Fine, I'll help. If you promise that we can make out later." He challenged, his arms still wrapped around her petite body.
"Fine." She said with mock annoyance. "We can make out later."
"Yes!" Sometimes she could swear that he was the same as he was in high school, completely infatuated with her. Except now it was much more, it was unconditional love now.
"How was Noah?" Lydia asked as her husband grabbed the few bags she had picked up from the store. She had only been gone a few hours, running a few errands with her daughter while Stiles took care of the baby.
"He's great, probably pretty hungry though, he hasn't eaten since you left." Stiles said grabbing the last bag and shutting the door to the car. Lydia repositioned Noah and he instinctively nuzzled into her chest.
"Yeah I think he is. I'll feed him before we leave. Can you put the groceries away and make sure Cassidy is wearing the dress I picked out for her while I feed him?" She asked, opening the front door to the house for him.
"Of course I can." He said smiling at her as he went into the kitchen to unload and as she shut the door and walked to the rocking chair in the living room where she liked to feed Noah when she was on the main level. Lydia could hear Cassidy upstairs playing with her dollhouse, making them all talk to one another.
"So why did you tell our daughter that we were going to get her a puppy?" She asked her husband once she had gotten settled in the chair and propped her feet up onto the ottoman, glad they picked a flooplan that let them communicate between the
"Uh…" He began, realizing that he had told his daughter a few nights ago that they could get a puppy soon. In his defense he was tired and she had worn him down, and he liked dogs.
"Stiles, why did you say yes to that?" She huffed in frustration as she unbuttoned her blouse and proceeded to feed the infant in her arms.
"I don't know Lyd, I was tired. And she just kept asking me over and over. And she said she would go to sleep if I said yes. Plus I like dogs, I actually didn't mind the idea and…"
"Stiles." She drug out the last 's' in his name to convey her annoyance. "Where did she even get the idea?"
"I don't know, I read her a book about puppies before bed the other night…and my best friend is part canine you know."
"Well that's probably the reason why then." She said rolling her eyes once again.
"I'm sorry Lyd." He said walking into the living room once he had put everything away.
"It's alright, I guess. But you get to be the one to tell her we aren't getting a dog." She told him as she stroked the cheek of the baby in her arms, holding him close to her body.
"But…I kind of liked the idea." He admitted, a slight pout on his face.
"Stiles! No, we cannot get a puppy."
"Aw come on Lyd, you had a dog back in high school."
"Prada wasn't even like a dog; she was definitely more human than dog. In fact I'm pretty sure she was more human than Scott is."
"Well we can train the dog to be just like Prada was."
"Uh-uh Prada was born that way no training required." Stiles groaned in frustration.
"Aw come on Lydia would you at least think about it?"
"You sound just like your three year old daughter, you are aware of that, correct?" It was kind of cute though Lydia thought how similar they could act sometimes. Although Cassidy looked more like her mother, her facial expressions were uncanny to her father's.
"Please, just consider it?" He said softer now. "It could be fun, we could go on walks with it and it would be really good for the kids." Stiles said walking behind the seat so he could look down at Lydia and Noah.
"I'm sure a dog would be a great friend for our newborn, premature baby."
"Well when Noah gets older…"
"What if he's allergic? Hmmm. What about that?"
"Well let's test him first to see. And we can wait a few months until he's older, maybe. But please don't say no just yet." He wasn't going to give up that easily. Normally he was the one to comply with his wife's demands but this was something that he thought would be good for his little family. Obviously they had to talk about it in more detail but he decided he would totally get what he wanted this time. He'd always wanted a dog when he was younger and he wanted his kids to have one if that's what they wanted.
"Fine. I'll think about it. But I am making no promises." She said sternly as she shifted the baby to the other side of her chest.
"Okay baby that's fine, perfectly fine, I just want you to think about it." He said kissing the top of her strawberry blonde head.
"And don't tell Cassidy, okay?"
"Okay, I won't, I promise. Oh Lydia I just love you so much."
"That's great Stiles I love you too, now can you go upstairs and change into the outfit I laid out for you and make sure Cassidy puts on that dress I picked out for her. I don't want to be late."
"Yep I'll go do that now. I wonder why my dad picked some place so fancy." He said headed for the steps. It did seem a little uncharacteristic for John to pick such a nice restaurant.
"Maybe he just wanted to do something different." Lydia guessed.
Soon Lydia finished feeding Noah and went upstairs to change into a nice but comfortable dress that wasn't too fancy for the restaurant. They were all dressed up for the cool weather of the approaching winter as they piled into the SUV. The restaurant was about the halfway point between Beacon Hills and where Stiles and Lydia lived now, so the drive wasn't terrible. Lydia just hoped the kids would cooperate without disrupting the evening. John was already seated at the table, along with Melissa McCall. It wasn't all that big of a surprise to see her there; they had started dating about a year or so ago. It was… a bit odd at first, but it wasn't all that weird to see them together anymore. Cassidy let go of her mother's hand and ran over to John, as soon as she saw him, and he smiled so proudly. It warmed Lydia's heart to see him smile and she was glad he seemed happier and less lonely since being with Melissa.
"Hi Melissa." Lydia smiled giving her a tight hug as Stiles walked up behind his wife, baby carrier in tow.
"Hey Lydia, how are you feeling?" Knowing that pushing Noah out wasn't that long ago.
"I'm good, doing really well."
"Things getting back to…normal?" She asked quietly and Lydia blushed slightly before answering.
"Yes things are definitely getting back to normal." She giggled looking at her husband briefly who was completely oblivious to the conversation in front of him.
"Oh, well good then." She said winking before giving Stiles a hug as best as possible as he awkwardly held the baby carrier.
"Hey Lydia."
"Hi John." She smiled giving him a one armed hug as he was holding Cassidy in one of his arms. "How are you?"
"I am doing great, how are you?"
"Good, very, good."
"It sounds like it; Cassidy here told me you're getting a puppy?" He asked looking at his granddaughter who erupted in a giggle and nodded her head.
"Well Mommy said 'no' but then I found out that Daddy had already said 'yes'."
"Huh…sounds like Daddy." The Sheriff responded, knowing how much of a kid his son could be still, even in his mid-twenties and even now as a father himself.
"Hey Dad!" Stiles said, now giving his father a one armed hug.
"Stiles, good to see you."
"You too dad!" Stiles smiled, Lydia loved how close he was with his dad.
"How's the little one?" John asked as Stiles placed the carrier on the special stand the restaurant had put by the table, per John's request when he made the reservation earlier, and removed the blankets that covered the carrier to stop any cold air from encroaching the infant's small space.
"He's looking good, looks like he's gaining enough weight." Melissa stated looking down at a awaking Noah who had been awoken by the bright light.
"The doctor said he's doing well." Lydia said stroking her son's head lightly, pleased with how healthy he was getting.
"Why are there extra chairs here?" Stiles asked, observing three extra chairs along with a highchair.
"Oh we invited Scott and Allison, I hope that's okay." His father explained.
"Yeah that's awesome." He smiled, and everyone took a seat and waited a few moments until Scott and Allison arrived with their kids, (little) Scott and Christopher (named after Allison's father of course). The Sheriff could still only greet everyone with one armed hugs due to the fact that Cassidy was still being held by him.
Dinner went as well as it possibly could in a fancy restaurant with a teething six month baby eating/spilling cheerios, two three year olds who can't sit still for more than five minutes and are super loud, a hyperactive Stiles, a seven week old baby who is hungry and in need of a diaper change, a banshee, a hunter, a werewolf, his mother, and the sheriff. They were indeed an interesting group of people.
"Hey I have something I need to tell everyone." Melissa spoke up during dessert as little Chris feel asleep face first into his high chair (something which Scott would get scolded for after dinner by Allison and his mother), Allison held the three year old Scott on her lap as he tried to keep his little brown eyes open, Cassidy shoved another bite of cake into her mouth (a trait no one could tell the origin of, Stiles or Lydia), and as Noah fell asleep in the Sheriff's arms.
"What is it mom?" Scott asked, intrigued.
"Well I'm…I mean…John and I are engaged." She said smiling and placing her hand out on the table.
"Congratulations!" Allison squealed, startling her child a bit.
"Oh my gosh!" Lydia said looking at the beautiful ring on Melissa's finger.
"Congrats dad!" Stiles said, smiling and patting his dad's shoulder as he still held Noah in his arms. Congratulations flew around the room as did hugs.
"So when is the date?" Lydia asked, thrilled for her father-in-law and now future mother-in-law and excited that Scott and Allison would be like actual family now.
"We're not sure yet, but probably next summer sometime."
"That's so great! This is so exciting!" Lydia was so happy for them, so happy neither would feel so lonely anymore. After the excitement died down everyone dragged themselves and their sleeping kids out of the restaurant. Except Cassidy who was sad to say goodbye to her grandpa and hyper on chocolate cake. Eventually they were able to leave and Cassidy fell asleep in the car and had to be carried in when they got home. Lydia fed the baby before putting him down as Stiles changed Cassidy into PJs and got her tucked into bed.
"I'm so happy for your dad." Lydia said crawling behind Stiles who was sitting at the end of the bed watching the TV.
"Me too, he looked so happy. Genuinely happy."
"I know. This is so great for him." She said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "She's a lucky woman."
"Mhm definitely." He said putting his hand over her arms and feeling her leaning into him, he loved the way she touched him, it made him so happy.
"You know who else is lucky?"
"Who?" He genuinely didn't know the answer.
"Me." She said as she began to kiss his neck, slowly but rigorously.
"Even though tell my daughter she can have a dog?"
"Yes…" She sighed. "Because I know you just want to make her happy, and I love that. You always want everyone to be happy. I love you."
"I love you too." He said turning around and kissing her neck, pinning her down to the bed.
"Stiles." She giggled.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said placing kisses around her neck and on her face, making her smile.
"Show me." She challenged and that was all he needed as he bent down to kiss her with as much passion as he could give her, to set off where the rest of the night would lead.