It was weird to be pretty much living with Lydia at this point. Once upon a time, a future with Lydia that involved kids was Stiles' number one fantasy. Now that he was kind of living that dream, he found that it wasn't nearly as idyllic as he assumed it would be. Probably at least in part because they were on this strange island, taking part in an experiment to build a new society. And the shelter that Reese helped her build was hardly the kind of house with a white picket fence that he always imagined.
Stiles knew that he needed to have an actual conversation with Lydia about what she wanted, needed, and expected from him during this pregnancy. Isaac calling him out on not thinking far enough head definitely had him on the verge of panicking. Maybe he wasn't ready for this. It was too late to change his mind, so he had to be, but he was second guessing his decision.
And Finnick's reaction just made no sense. He claimed it wasn't about Stiles turning him down at the bonfire, but then what was it? Why was he so surprised by Lydia choosing him to father her baby? She was one of his best friends.
He really didn't want to think about Finnick right now. The whole kiss still had him confused and he needed to be clear headed. Lydia didn't need to deal with his crazy when she was carrying their child.
When he entered the shelter, he frowned a little to find her lying on the ground. "Lydia? You okay?"