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Lydia Martin personifies (eunoia) wrote in paradisolog,

Lydia's biggest complaint about this pregnancy so far was that, without fail, morning sickness came like clockwork. It might actually not have been so bad if it was actually morning sickness, but Lydia typically spent most of the night out behind the hut. Earlier in the night, Stiles was always really good about being out with her, holding her hair and rubbing her back for her, making sure she had enough water in the canteen and bringing her back into the hut to help her back into bed. The later in the night it got, the less inclined she was to wake him when she had to get up.

The sun had just come up and Lydia was exhausted from a long night of going back and forth — with or without Stiles — between the bed and out behind the hut where she hid from the rest of the camp to deal with the sickness that came with being overloaded with pregnancy hormones. It had been a solid ten minutes since the last time she'd thrown up and she was sitting back, leaning against the back arch of the hut, her head back and the nearly empty canteen sitting beside her on top of her folded sundress along with her toothbrush and toothpaste, courtesy of Darcy. She was pretty sure that the wave of nausea had finally completely passed and was gathering her things to go back inside when she heard Isaac's voice from around the front.

Lydia pushed herself to her feet. "I'm up," she said, scooping up the sundress with her things wrapped in it. "Don't come back here, hold on," she added quickly, sure that if he came back, his sensitive nose would tell him exactly what she'd been doing and she doubted he wanted any part of that.

Looking a little pale, but mostly just kind of tired, Lydia came around to the front and held a finger up to her lips before pointing to the door. She held that same finger up to let him know she'd just be a second before giving him a tired but grateful smile, taking the combs and coconut oil, and Lydia slipped into the hut to put down her things without waking Stiles. Then, she headed back out. Her hair was tied up sloppily and she was wearing a pair of panties under Isaac's borrowed t-shirt, but Lydia was already near the point of her pregnancy that she honestly did not care whether she looked a disgusting mess. And she probably did, she thought, as she nodding for him to follow her so that they could talk without waking Stiles.

"Thank you," she said softly. "That coconut oil is amazing. You're awesome." She paused, the little smile playing on her lips falling away. "...I saw the blow up last night. I didn't know he..." she paused again. "Thank you for sticking up for me." It wasn't entirely sticking up for her since he agreed she'd overreacted when Lydia still didn't think she did, but it was better than saying nothing. It was better than offering to her that Scott could come help her with her pain when it came. Stiles didn't get it. He probably never would. Scott had been his best friend forever, so she didn't want to hold it against him, but some part of her did. "That was cool of you." She didn't make mention of the part about Allison. That had hit her pretty hard, too, in its own way. The last thing she wanted to do was reopen that wound for him again less than twelve hours later.