dream a little dream of me

Stiles. stilinski. it's an awesome name shut up.

[dreaming-stiles]

Text: Lydia

Lydia: It always is.

Stiles: Damn straight...the time in my Jeep at Spring Break...

[dreaming-stiles]

Text: Lydia

Lydia: Probably because time with me is how you got our little girl.

Stiles: And what a time(s) it was!

[dreaming-stiles]

Text: Lydia

Lydia: I'll pack a bag for her.

Stiles: I love our little girl more than my life but time with you...I will never turn it down.”

[dreaming-stiles]

Text: Lydia

Lydia: Let me know what she says.

Stiles: It’s a yes.

[dreaming-stiles]

Text: Lydia

Lydia: Call her after class.

Stiles: I get out in 15.

[dreaming-stiles]

Text: Lydia

Lydia: Pervert.

Lydia: Think Grandma Melissa wants to keep the baby for a few hours?

Stiles: You’ve known me since I was a kid. This is not surprising to you.

Stiles: Doesn’t she always? I can call her after class.

[dreaming-stiles]

Text: Lydia

Stiles: These summer classes are killers.

Stiles: I’ve been thinking of being between your legs all day long.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: Unless there was a ghost...but I don't want to think about that possibility.

Stiles: We live in a very strange world.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: Your choice.

Lydia: I have no idea. I just heard her yelling - happy yelling - and found her in the kitchen screaming at the milk. She doesn't want any, I asked. She was just trying to communicate with it.

Stiles: A combination.

Stiles: She does love to talk. Gets that from me. I don’t think I ever babbled to milk though.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: I'm open to possibilities.

Lydia: [sends picture of herself and Gracie]

Lydia: One of us just spent three minutes screaming into the refrigerator.

Stiles: It can be sex, naps, a date...

Stiles: My angel did no such thing.

Stiles: Why was she screaming?

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: What's your plan for making it up to me?

Stiles: Depends on your preferred method. Once I know that I can make a plan.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: It's possible. It's a lengthy process and you probably won't ever be as proficient with your left hand, but it's a useful skill in case your right hand ever gets injured.

Stiles: That sounds useful. But also a lot of work.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: Are you going to learn to be left handed?

Stiles: Don’t think that’s possible, baby.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: Offended.

Stiles: I’ll make it up to you.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: I am too. Did you forget?

Stiles: No. I just wasn’t thinking.

[dreaming-stiles]

text → stiles

Lydia: I think Gracie is left handed.

Stiles: My Mom was. I guess that’s fitting.

[onceuponalydia]

where the love light gleams

[dreaming-stiles]

onceuponalydia:

“Make it two towns over and you’ve got a deal,” she answered. Lydia had always been high maintenance but she’d really learned to live within her means and under far less grandiose circumstances than she was used to. New York had been lush and lavish and like living in a dream world, but California was her real dream brought to life. She wasn’t shopping every day and maxing out her daddy’s credit card. She was making cheap dinners and living in a small apartment and taking her time to save up for big things rather than seeking out the instant gratification. It was better this way, for her. It made her feel like she was really living rather than just going through the motions. “And they have to be close but maybe not next door.”

Stiles laughed and nodded his head. He leaned over and kissed her lips quickly before pulling away. “How about the floor below us.” He was itching to tell his dad how the proposal went as well as Scott. “I better call Dad now. He’s going to want to know how it went. Not that he was worried you’d say no. I mean, we live together, have a baby together, and have been in love with each other for a very long time.” Stiles stood up and grabbed his phone off of the coffee table. “Want to take an engaged selfie?” he asked, a wink in her direction. He looked over at where Gracie was still asleep. “Gracie poo, Daddy and Mommy are gonna get married, pretty baby...” he told the sleeping child, his voice in a soft whisper.