"It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I mean…not now. What am I going to do? How will I tell him? We aren't married. We've barely spoken since high school… God! It was just drunk, wedding sex. What am I going to do? " The internal dialogue played as she hunched by the toilet staring, dumbfounded at the white stick. Eventually she gathered her composure, at least enough to dial the phone.

" Hey, Lydia. What's up?" Stiles beamed into the phone. No response. Silence. Dead silence. Dead silence; interrupted by an outburst of emotion, followed by an equally abrupt disconnect. Stiles grabbed his keys and sprinted out the door. He found her almost catatonic in the bathroom. She glared at the stick. His eyes drew to her and his jaw fell simultaneously, completely disregarding the pregnancy test lying right across from her. As if on instinct, he picked her up bridal style, her head snuggled into his neck, and carried her to the bed. But, immediately on contact with her pillow, the tear gates exploded like a bomb demolishing a dam. Stiles wrapped his arms around her, pulling her small frame into his body, rocking her back and forth, rocking her to sleep.

She awoke in his arms and glanced up at his worry-stricken expression and her hands clenching his tearstained shirt. "What's wrong?" Stiles asked, breaking the hours of silence. Lydia cathartically removed herself from Stiles' grasp, squeezing his hand, guiding him to the bathroom where the pregnancy test lied. She looked up at him, full of guilt, and began releasing her hand. Quicker than a reflex, Stiles grabbed hand and pulled her into his arms. "It's going to be okay" he cooed, stroking her hair.

His eyes watered as he became overwhelmed with guilt, holding the love of his life in his arms. Despite not talking for four years, he knew that the baby was his. He had caused her this pain. This was his fault.

"Everything is going to be okay" he repeated, pulling her into his body.

"I'm so sorry" Lydia stifled between tears.

Stiles pulled her off his body grasping her arms gently, holding her away from him.

"This is not your fault. Look, I know the timing is not ideal. But, when has anything in our life gone perfectly according to plan. On our first date you ended up in the hospital. The first time I saw you naked, I found you after Peter Hale possessed you to run through the woods for three days. The first time we kissed, you stopped a nogistune-induced panic attack. Our timing sucks. Our plans don't work. But, somehow we managed to make a new life. Despite all the death around us, we managed to make a baby. This is our baby, and if you think even for a second that you are going through this alone, despite the apparent one parent policy in Beacon Hills, you must be out of your mind, because Lydia Martin, you are the love of my life. I know I said we'd date other people at college but, it was always you, since the third grade it has always been you. I love you." Stiles moved his hand gently placing it on her stomach. "And, I love our baby." Both of them, with tears in their eyes, looked at each other, and then they kissed, passionately. And in that moment the world stopped.