Not exactly planned

Stiles had told Scott the morning he left, making sure to leave an address with his best friend so they could write. Oh yeah: no technology aloud. It was hard, the two hour drive there silent between him and his father. Stiles didn't put anything on the sheriff, knowing the man only meant good for his son. A single duffle bag held all of his belongings for the three torturous months. Allison and Lydia had decided to meet up for some lunch one day, Lydia's belly successfully taking on the shape of half a basket ball.

"Have you written him?" Allison asks, taking a sip from her soda.
"Nah I don't really know if I should." Lydia stares down at their table. Allison nearly choked on her drink.
"You don't know if you should?!" The girl exclaims. "I'm sorry but who's sperm is making up half of that child?" She practically shouts but manages to control herself seeing as they were in public.

Lydia rolls her eyes causing her best friend to smack her on the arm.
"His genes are in that thing, his chromosomes-" Allison cuts off herself with a gasp, lowering her voice as if what she was about to say was to never be said. "His adhd!!"
Lydia brushes her off with another eye roll. The more she thought about it though, the more she felt guilty.

"I get a picture of the baby tomorrow...I should send it to him, huh?" She was barely audible but it was enough to get Allison to squeal and nod excitedly.

"MAIL TIME BOYS!"
Stiles falls out of his bunk, his jeans nearly falling from his hips at how loose they were. He was always the first to the mail cart when Boyd called every other day. It was a little pathetic and everyone laughed at him but he never gave up.
"Hey look at this! Stilinski actually got something!" One of his room mates held a letter high up in the air for the other ten in the room to see.

Stiles curses under his breath before lurching towards the letter and though he was tall, the guy he knew as Greenburg was taller. He commands the twins, Ethan and Aiden, to hold the feisty boy back and they do so without a second thought. This is how life was for him here. They weren't necessarily mean guys but Stiles was also the easiest to pick on, most of the men buff and fit whereas Stiles was lean and didn't have much to him.

Greenburg rips open the small letter and Stiles makes a jerking movement to get it.
"That's a federal offense." The boy all but growls. Greenburg ignores it, unfolding the dainty paper before clearing his throat to speak.
"Dear Stiles," the man starts, a few "ooo"s ringing out from the other guys as they all listened in. "I know I haven't really written, but I went to my ultrasound the other-" his words falter and he looks up from the loopy hand writing.

Stiles had stopped his attempts of breaking free and he knew it was Lydia. Of course it was Lydia.
"You got a kid, Stilinski?" Greenburg asks. Stiles rips free of the twins, snatching the letter away before quickly reading it. It was an odd thing, at least fourteen guys in the large open room and all of them silent just from the mention of him having a child.

"Wh-where's the uh....the envelope?" He struggles to ask. He doesn't know who put it in his hand but someone does and Stiles digs the small photo out from inside. Most of the men here were older than him, not by much but none of them freshly graduated from high school, Stiles being the youngest out of all of them.

There were thirty of them in total, seventeen bunk beds spaced out in the large room they now sat in, all staring at the him. He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing his thumb and forefinger around what little stubble he had.
"What's her name?" One of the guys calls out, all of them now suddenly curious. Because now he wasn't just some high school grad. No, he had a family. He had a story.

Somehow he manages to tear his eyes away from the photograph, awkwardly clearing his throat as he notices the stares. "Lydia." He squeaks.
One of the eldest men, Thom about thirty-one in age, pats Stiles on the back, glancing at the ultrasound picture in his hand. "Your life has only just begun." With that, chatter refills the room, Stiles standing in the midst of it all.

His hands started to shake a little, palms growing sweaty and it was seemingly impossible to swallow. It was too hard to not miss her.

"Lydia, you got a letter sweetie!" Ms.Martin calls from downstairs. If the girl could run, she would've sprinted but her small belly disagreed with the notion. Instead she walked as quickly as possible in the kitchen where her mother stood, arm stretched out with the letter ready for Lydia's grabbing. She rips it open without hesitation, unfolding the paper while squinting to read the messy handwriting.

He hadn't said much. Told her about the college and how it was basically just cop class 101. Said how he was grateful for the picture and how it had possibly ended the "bullying". Her smile was from ear to ear, a single love you at the bottom of the page that she could tell he purposely wrote more legible than the rest of the note.

"How is he?" Ms.Martin asks, peering over Lydia's shoulder.
"He's...amazing?" Lydia laughs. "That sounded so weird." That single love you at the bottom of the page that could so easily throw her world off tilt. Sleeping seemed impossible that night as she tried to picture the way those words would sound falling off of his lips.

"Looks like these things are becoming a regular thing now." Boyd sighs, throwing an envelope to Stiles where he lay on his bottom bunk. Then like every mail day he'd take his time to admire Lydia's hand writing on the front before carefully ripping it open and reading the note inside. She always sprayed the paper with her perfume and Stiles had sniffed it all out of the last one, falling asleep with her scent in his mind or on his clothes.

"Wha'd the lady say?" Thom leans down from where he lay on the top bunk to look at the younger boy. All of the men had seemingly become more interested in his love life, no longer picking on him all the time.
Stiles shrugs. "The usual."

He didn't really mind the usual. Just knowing that she thought of him was enough. He all but shoves the letter in his face, taking in a deep breath of her scent.
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Authors note:

2 more months (chapters) until Stiles comes home!!!! Start the countdown😉😉😉
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-Chloe