For Stiles, he had always known that you were the one. You were the one he was going to marry, the one he was going to spend the rest of his life with and start a family with, the one he loved more than anyone else in the world. And he had married you, and you loved him more than you could even believe sometimes, but the one thing that you both wanted was a baby. In fact, you had been trying for nearly a year now, yet nothing had come out of it just yet. You had been to the doctor, numerous ones, and there was nothing wrong with either of you... it just wasn't "your time." You had told Stiles after the last trip that if one more doctor said that to you, you were no longer going to hesitate to slap them.
So now, here you both were, sitting on your bathroom floor side by side, the pregnancy test sitting on the counter above you. You had set a timer on your phone, and now you were both waiting impatiently and anxiously. Stiles' hand found yours, squeezing your hand reassuringly.
"Stiles... what if- what if I'm not..." You trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud. If you weren't pregnant by now, you weren't sure if you would ever be, and you knew Stiles was thinking the same thing. He licked his lips nervously.
"I don't know, sweetheart, but there are alternatives, you know? We- we can adopt, right? That wouldn't be bad at all. Whatever happens, we're going to be fine, I promise." He placed a soft kiss on your temple, just as the sound of your timer blared throughout the small room. You glanced at him worriedly, not moving until he stood up, taking you with him. Neither of you made an effort to grab the stick that was sitting on the counter, until you took a deep breath, turned around and grabbed it, staring at it in your hands and unable to process the information it was displaying for a second. "What? What it does it say?" Stiles asked, his hand trailing up your wrist and turning it over.
"I'm pregnant," you breathed, nearly shoving the test in his face. His mouth fell open, brown eyes wide with either fear or excitement or both, and he nearly fainted, but he didn't. He let out the loudest yell of happiness, a heart-stopping smile lightning up his entire face as he held you tightly in his arms, careful not to put too much pressure on your stomach as he buried his face in your shoulder, breathing deeply. When you pulled away to look at each other, you both were crying a little, tears evident in your eyes. "Oh my god, I'm pregnant."
"Yeah, yeah, you are," Stiles smiled. There was no way that either of you could happier than you were in this moment.
