Accidental Baby Mama
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The night before was a rarity for Stiles. He’d only been a Director of Photography on a few projects before getting this film, and most of them were small-scale enough that could not do proper wrap parties the way bigger productions could. He’d met one Lydia Martin during this shoot and taken a fancy to her almost immediately. One thing led to another and the previous several hours were spent with the result.
He didn’t wake until she was gone for a good ten minutes and by then he is more concerned with making sure there was as little light streaming into his bedroom as possible. Should he call her? Make sure she got home alright? It seems like the gentlemanly sort of thing to do, but he didn’t want to speak to her whilst nursing a blazing hangover that anyone else might mistake for a particularly bad migraine. That does not seem like a very gentlemanly thing to do, not one bit. Still, he resolves to do after he’s downed a few good bottles of cold water.
Lydia couldn’t believe she’d done this. She’d gotten drunk clearly and just had reckless sex with the Director of Photography. She was absolutely fucking insane. Was she trying to cover her first role as a true leading lady in scandal? Was she really trying to ruin this before the movie ever came out? If she covered this movie in scandal no director was going to want to work with her. How could she be so stupid? There’s no reason why she could trust him to not go to the press with this. Sure, Stiles seemed nice enough. However, they hardly knew each other and everyone could be bought in her experience.
She gets home and makes sure all of her blinds are shut before she gets herself into a shower. She puts on leggings, a slouchy sweater, and braids her hair before she heads down to the kitchen. She pours herself a bottle of water and pops two ibuprofen. She was going to pretend this never happened and hope that she didn’t have to see Stiles for awhile. She was going to be away for press so there was that. She just hoped that he wouldn’t sell what happened to the press and the press tour wouldn’t get ruined by it.
Several weeks later finds Lydia back in LA and more than a little frenzied, standing on Stiles’ doorstep. She’s never left her house looking this much of an unkempt mess in her life. Certainly not since she made her break into Hollywood. She was going to be mortified if pictures of her like this ended up in the press. She reaches up and bangs none too gently on the front door. She couldn’t believe this was happening. How could she be such a fucking idiot? She was generally pretty smart. She’d been accepted to prestigious universities before she’d broken back into Hollywood after her child star days. She shifts on the front step and waits impatiently. When he doesn’t answer the first time, she bangs even more heavily on the door before she rings the doorbell three or four times. This was insane. She couldn’t believe that she was going to have to do this.
