A/N: Wow it's been awhile since I've written and I apologize for that. I've been really lazy and I've had a lot of things going on in the past month. I'm also sorry if this chapter sucks or is a little bit weak, I'm a bit out of practice. I feel like my writing of this story isn't always strong. But I've got some encouragement from some readers, I've been wanting to add a chapter, and now that the show is back on I'm all excited. So forgive me if this chapter is a bit lame and campy. But if you like it please review and let me know if there is any more fluffy Stydia-ness you want to see, I still have some ideas but yours are always good to see and consider! They just have a lot of potential for some much fluff, in my opinion. One of my readers suggested I do something like this, so I sort of used that idea, hopefully everyone likes this chapter!

"Well this has been fun." Lydia sighed as she and her husband walked into to the hotel room they were staying in for the night. As a Christmas gift her mother had gotten them a two night stay reservation at a hotel and spa so that they could spend New Year's Eve alone. Their kids were staying in Beacon Hills with John and Melissa while Stiles and Lydia enjoyed their time away.

"Very, its so weird not to have the kids around though, I miss them." He said as he sat down on the bed and took his shoes off as Lydia slipped off her heels and removed all of her jewelry. They had an eventful day, waking up late, breakfast in bed, massages and spa treatments all day, swimming in the hotel pool, a romantic dinner in the evening, and they had just returned from a New Year's Eve party downstairs and it was already two in the morning.

"I miss them too, but I am enjoying the whole 'not being woken up in the middle of the night thing', besides we'll see them tomorrow."

"True." He nodded as he stood and Lydia walked towards him.

"Now do you think you can unzip my dress or are you too inebriated?" She said referring to the few extra beverages he was used to drinking in one sitting, but really he was fine, defiantly not drunk, maybe just looser than normal.

"I think I can handle that." He told her as she turned around and held her hair up so that he could find the start of the zipper on her sparkling, green, long-sleeved dress that stopped mid-thigh and hugged every curve perfectly. He unzipped it slowly, stopping the process every so often to place a soft peck on her back or shoulders making her shiver with delight every time. Finally though it fell to the ground and the stepped out of it and turned to face Stiles who had a lopsided grin on his face.

"Mmmm you're such a dork." She said, a soft smile of complete adoration and fondness etched on her face as she began to unbutton the buttons on his dress shirt and kissed various places on his neck and jawline.

"You're still into dorks, right?" He said softly as he began to feel the effects of his wife kissing his neck, removing his shirt and starting on removing the pants he was wearing.

"I suppose…" She trailed off as she kissed her way down his chest and helped him shimmy his pants off. "That's better." She smirked.

"I am so never going to be used to this." He remarked after she wrapped her arms around his neck, followed by her legs around his waist after he picked her up so he could kiss her at an equal angle.

"Good." She said smiling and leaning in to capture his lips with her own, just before he fell softly backwards onto the king size bed causing her to let a giggly squeal escape. Upon landing on the bed he flipped her over so she was below him as he supported himself with his elbow as his other hand lazily grazed her torso in soft and slow motions from ribs to hip, tracing the faded scar tissue from the injury Peter Hale had given her all those years ago as well as the very small amount of stretch marks she had gained during pregnancy. She hate the scar and the stretch marks, but she could look past the latter, knowing that at least something good had come from that, the scar however was just a painful reminder of her darkest time.

"God you're beautiful." He whispered before dipping his head to kiss her softly on the neck, just below her ear.

"Stop." She demanded, rolling her eyes.

"No seriously, you're gorgeous. Even that isn't accurate enough to describe how beautiful you are, like someone needs to come up with a new word." He said, humor laced in the words, but truth behind it all.

"Stiles…" more eye rolling.

"Seriously," he said as he moved so that he was above her and a bit lower so that his head was hovering over her torso. "Like how are you the mother of two children, I literally don't understand." He kissed her scar lightly as she smiled fondly, taking in all of the adoration and admiration. "Like I think you a have somehow become even more beautiful since the babies." He kissed above and below her navel as she dragged her fingers through his hair. "And you're mine." He said kissing his way to the top of her ribcage and as he returned to his propped up on elbow position to be greeted with a soft smile on his wife's face.

"You're crazy." She said smirking before bringing his head closer to hers so that she could kiss reverently and passionately. Soon the hand that had been splayed across her stomach was moving upward until it clutched her breast. He massaged softly at first but then the movement became a bit fiercer as he massaged deeper until her back was arching towards him.

"I love you." He said between breaths and before returning to kissing her pink lips. He moved his hand to her upper back, undoing the hooks on her bra quite expertly. Then he helped her remove it from her arms, causing her to be exposed completely from the waist up.

"Mmmm, I love you too." She moaned as her head fell on back on the pillows, red locks cascading around her face, a pleasure induced smile spread across her face. One hand was placed on his chest, the other softly caressing his face. "Your nose, your eyes, and your lips." She said, touching each place she mentioned briefly before leaning up to kiss him again. Lips moving apart, suckling each other, tongues darting in and out, and lips being bitten.

She moved to help him remove his boxers, revealing his excitement for the activities taking place. After, he moved to kiss down her neck all the way to her breasts, kissing them gently before moving to caress one with his lips while his hand squeezed the other causing her to arch her back.

Soon her lacy underwear was thrown across the room, and two became one as the made love that was nothing short of pleasuring and satisfying for the both of them. Both of them expertly knowing where just the right spots to touch were. They both knew each other so well but their romance was still alive and fierce, always trying new things but always knowing what the other liked best. Yet every time they made love, it was different, exciting, and well…sort of perfect in every way.

Lydia woke up first the next morning in a state of sheer bliss. The night before had been perfect. It was so nice to relax and take their time together without worrying about an interruption. She thought about how amazing the weekend had been and how good it was to spend some time alone with her husband, as she absentmindedly played with Stiles' thick brown locks, watching him sleep peacefully even though he was sprawled all across the bed, arm across her torso and head placed in the crook of her neck.

"Morning, baby." She said as his eyes fluttered open slowly.

"Mmmm good morning." He yawned before lifting his head to kiss her lips softly, neither caring if there was any morning breath present.

"Sleep well?"

"Most definitely." He grinned widely and then placed a kiss on her cheek and neck.

"This has been great." She said yawning and thinking about nice how it was to have some time alone with one of her favorite people.

"Agreed, we should do this more often." He said pulling her closer to him, if that was even at all possible. "I just wish we could stay here forever." He yawned again.

"Well as much as I like you and everything, I like my babies a whole lot too and I'm totally not leaving them for you."

"I guess I can understand that." He sighed.

"Well good. But speaking of the kids, I really miss them and I think we need to get up and get going so I can go see them." She said as she moved to get out of bed, making him groan at the sudden lack of warmth.

"I would. But I'm not exactly feeling the whole getting out of bed thing." He joked.

"Well if you can manage and you hurry up we can get fit another round in while were in the shower." She suggested and attempted to get out of the floor, practically falling on the ground before he was able to make it to the bathroom doorway where his wife was standing. "You are such a dork." She said, afterwards kissing him sloppily on the lips before they both stumbled into the bathroom together.

A few hours later they were pulling to the driveway of Stiles' childhood home where his father and now Melissa lived. Stiles went to grab their bags from the trunk as Lydia practically sprinted to the door, anxious to see her kids, but before she could get to the door it was opening and dash of red was running towards her.

"Mommy! You're back! I missed you." Cassidy told her mother as Lydia crouched down and pulled her daughter's small body into a hug.

"Oh baby I missed you too." She said kissing her daughter's head. "Where is your coat?"

"Guess she forgot it in the rush to come see you." John Stilinski said from the front doorway, smiling.

"I guess so." Lydia smiled. "It's too cold for you to be out here with a coat." She scolded as she picked up Cassidy and walked in the doorway with her daughter.

"But I want to see Daddy." She whined.

"He'll be inside in a minute Cass, he just has to get the bags out of the car."

"Okay." Cassidy mumbled. Once inside Lydia removed her purse and John helped her remove her coat from her body.

"How were they? Were they good? " Lydia asked him as they walked into the living room.

"Spoiled rotten of course." Melissa chimed in from her spot on the loveseat where she was watching something on the TV.

"Is there any other way?" John suggested as Stiles walked into the door, closing it behind him before setting the bags down and taking off his coat.

"Where's my girl?" He asked walking into the living room.

"Daddy!" Cassidy squealed as Stiles took her from Lydia's arms, wrapping her in his as her small arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "I missed you and Mommy."

"I know" leaving had been somewhat of a disaster, a lot of crying and sad faces. "But I'm back now, I always come back." He said kissing her forehead and letting her bury her face in the crook of his neck.

"So they were good then?" Lydia asked as she brushed a few strands of hair out of her daughter's face.

"Perfect." Melissa answered.

"Yeah, and I think the good behavior totally justified the cookies for breakfast this morning." John winked.

"Dad? Cookies? For breakfast?" Stiles asked eyes wide.

"What? You're supposed to eat cookies for breakfast when you're at your grandparent's house, it's a rule. And don't worry we made sure they had something of actual substance before we fed them baked goods."

"I guess that's better…" Stiles reasoned. "How was Noah, did he eat okay? Sometimes he doesn't eat everything like he should."

"He did fine, ate well at every meal." Melissa answered.

"Is he up from his nap yet?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah, actually we heard him and were about to go get him just before you guys got here." John answered.

"Well if you don't mind I'm going to go get him then." Lydia said before going to the stairs. When she got to the top of the stairs and past the guest room where she and Stiles would be staying, and was standing outside of Stiles' old bedroom where the kids were staying she could hear Noah babbling and making somewhat quiet unhappy sounds. All of that immediately stopped though when she opened the door and said his name.

"Noah." She cooed and his face lit up as soon as he recognized who was coming to get him, he bounced in anticipation and smiled despite the pacifier in his mouth.

"Mamamamama!" He managed to spit out.

"Hi baby, how are you doing? Mommy missed you so much." She said running her hand over his head from where he was standing in the pack-in-play. After taking him out and changing his diaper she grabbed one of his blankets out of the pack-in play and held him to her chest kissing his soft hair. "I love you. Let's go see Daddy, he misses you too."

"There he is!" Stiles said as Lydia handed him Noah as he sat on the floor, back against the couch, next to his daughter who was playing with some of her toys. Lydia sat on the couch he was leaning against and she smiled with content. Relaxing with her family and laughing before they were to go out to eat later that night. It was a nice day and she couldn't think of any better people to share it with.