Not exactly planned

"Lydia is there something you want to explain to me?" Ms. Martin walks through the front door, looking over her shoulder outside. It was now close to one AM and seeing as Lydia was basically fully pregnant sleep was rarely an option. Besides this is the time when her mother usually got home from work.

She was confused by the question. "No?" Explain what? There was nothing to explain what the hell was she talking about? The front door was slightly open and she could feel the cold air seeping in giving her arms goosebumps.
"Like why Stiles is curled up on the front porch like a dog?" Ms. Martin asks before headed back to her room.

Stiles? Lydia eyes the door before standing as fast as she was capable. She swings the door open wider and sure enough there's a skinny boy lying on her front porch in the cold. His skin was pale and the hood of his jacket was up in an attempt of fighting the cold but it was no help.
"STILES!" Lydia hisses and the boy immediately wakes up, jumping to life.

He gulps a little while standing and he winces at the pain in his lower back. "I thought I told you to leave." Lydia grabs at her arms, a hill seeping through her body at the night air.
"Yeah you told me to leave the house you didn't say I had leave the property." He grumbles, yawning a little.
"Why didn't you sleep in the jeep then?!" Lydia exclaims. The boy was freezing after all.

"Well I uh...kinda left my keys in your house..." He rubs the back of his neck. Lydia rolls her eyes, grabbing Stiles by the wrist and pulling him into the warmth of her house. She makes him sit on the couch before walking off to a closet. Grabbing three thick blankets she makes her way back to the living room.

"Lydia-"
"Shut up." She unfolds one of the blankets, forcing him to lean forward so she could wrap the fabric around him.
"Lyds-" she cuts him off this time by slapping his face. It wasn't hard but it was enough to grab his attention.
"I said, shut up. I don't want to deal with your bullshit right now."

Lydia unfolds the other two blankets, throwing them clumsily over his body. "Warm?" She asks and he nods with wide eyes, a little frightened. "Night." Was all she said before sauntering upstairs to her room.

When morning came, so did Lydia's usual sickness. And just like most mornings, she'd spent the first fifteen minutes over the toilet bowl. With a groan Lydia brushes her teeth before making her way downstairs quietly. Stiles was sprawled out all over the couch, mouth wide open in soft snores and one of his legs on the coffee table. Lydia smiles to herself, still completely head over heels for the boy.

With a deep breath she has to remind herself that she was mad at him, grabbing two pans from under the kitchen sink. Three. Two. One. She bangs the metal together right in Stiles' ear and he jolts forward, hitting his head on one of the pans.

"Oh my god! Bad idea, bad idea!" Lydia laughs as he holds his forehead with one hand. She quickly returns the pans to their place, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and plopping down next to him on the couch. He winces when the ice pack hits the sore spot on his head causing Lydia to laugh.

"What the hell was that for?" Stiles grumbles.
"Well I didn't mean to hit you." She laughs and he glares at her. He could feel her breath on his skin and he was way too tempted to kiss her. "What?" Lydia whispers.
Stiles shakes his head. "You're killing me." He grins and Lydia rolls her eyes, throwing the ice pack at his head before returning to the kitchen.

"Want me to make you breakfast?" Stiles asks.
"Nope. I want you to leave." Lydia sing songs. Stiles stands and joins her, leaning against the counter. She avoids him easily, walking around his slumped body in order to get to the toaster.
"I've already decided I'm not going to leave until you've at least partially forgiven me." He sighs.

His eyes flicker to her stomach but only for a brief moment. The boy was still a little uncomfortable with that kind of stuff. Lydia seems to notice but none the less she doesn't say anything.
"Want some toast?"
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Authors note:

Yeah idk.
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-Chloe