A New Beginning. (Sequel to Every Mile, A Memory)

Chapter Four.

For two weeks after Stiles left for LA, Lydia goes about her business as usual. She works, she eats with both families, she sees her friends, she exercises and of course she talks to Stiles. He is trying really hard to come home, but keeps facing roadblocks at every turn. 'It's too close to Christmas' or 'Try again in the New Year'. So for the moment Lydia just had to look forward to him coming home for Christmas instead. One week. One more week.

She discretely started to buy things for the baby. A cute outfit here, a pacifier there. She even bought a pram and a car seat, but asked the shop to hold on to them for her until after Christmas, because she didn't want anybody suspecting anything before her and Stiles told them the news. Her first trimester was over and thankfully the sickness had stopped too. Due to her small frame, she has started to show a little, so she had started wearing clothes to hide the little bump.

On her last day of work before Christmas, Stiles had rung her to say he was coming home tomorrow. She nearly squealed into the phone, before remembering it was only for Christmas, not for good. She would have to say goodbye to him again. She left work early, on kind of a high, knowing she only had to wait a day to see the love of her life. She opened the door on auto pilot only to be met with a soft glow radiating from the kitchen.

Her heartbeat picked up and a smile took over her face. It could only be one person, but he wasn't meant to be home until tomorrow. She poked her head around the wall separating the entryway from the kitchen. A gasp left her mouth at the sight she saw. The table set up for two, tea lights flickering in glass holders and a single rose sitting in a thin vase. Something that smelled amazing invaded her nostrils. She puts her bag on the bench and went in search of her man.

She heard him before she saw him. He was singing a Michael Buble Christmas song. And singing it quite well might she add. She followed the sound that was definitely coming from her bathroom. The steam hindered her view of him, but she could see his silhouette behind the glass door of the shower. Rather than strip off and join him, Lydia had another idea. A smirk tugged at her lips as she shimmied out of her work clothes and underwear and leaned herself against the vanity.

She didn't have to wait long for the shower to be turned off and a very naked wet Stiles to climb out of the cubicle. His eyes are closed as he searches for the towel he probably left hanging on the rail. She holds the towel in her hands at arms length, just out of his reach. His arms flail a little as he moves along the railing. When he's nearly in reach of the fluffy white towel, Lydia's speaks. The look on his face is priceless.

"Looking for this?" She swoons.

His eyes fly open and his mouth goes wide.

"Aah....God Lydia." He screeches holding his hand to his heart. "You scared the shit out of me."

She chuckles a little as she hands him the towel. He snatches it from her, giving her that lopsided grin of his. She sees mischief in his eyes, which is exactly what she was hoping for. He secures the towel around his hips and closes the distance between them. He kisses her hard lining his body up against her own so she can feel how bad he wants her. The kiss turns frantic, as hands begin to roam.

"You're home early." He mumbles against her mouth.

His lips move to her neck and Lydia is already wound tight.

"So are you." She replies breathlessly.

Her nails a scraping lightly down his back as his hands have a firm grip on her ass.

"I was trying to surprise you."

When his hands find their way to her breasts, he smiles against her mouth. Because of the pregnancy she has gone up a cup size in her bra. He seems impressed. She's not. They're sensitive and a little sore.