Once again Lydia managed to bring a warm blush to Isaac’s face, and the smile that came with it was genuine. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was lying there, her hair carelessly fanned out on the bed beneath her, hand resting on her stomach with a careful touch that he suspected was to ease her nausea but still managed to look tenderly maternal, and it suited her. Isaac knew that he shouldn’t have been looking at her the way that she was, because this was Lydia Martin. Even if he took away all of the obvious reasons as to why this was wrong, the fact that she was Allison’s best friend, the fact that he was trying to build a friendship with Stiles and still believed that somewhere in there the other boy had feelings for her that he couldn’t quite let go of, she was still Lydia Martin. And Lydia Martin was way out of his league. She deserved someone brilliant, he believed. Someone who could match her on an intellectual level in a way that Isaac couldn’t even begin to comprehend, someone who could push her forward instead of weigh her down with their own troubled past and insecurities. It had been a very, very long time since Isaac felt that flutter in his chest when he looked at a woman, and this woman was probably the worst one to be the cause of it. But that was Isaac’s luck. He shouldn’t have been surprised. And, really, he wasn’t, because he was only human and who couldn’t feel something for Lydia once they truly got to know her?
“I am too,” came his soft response, his hand moving to rest over the one that she had on her stomach so he could squeeze it gently before letting go to grab the ginger water he prepared for her. “Here. Drink. It might make you feel better.”
Lydia sat up again slowly when Isaac reached for the ginger water and she anchored herself with one hand pressed flat against the mattress. Isaac Lahey, who would’ve thought? It never occurred to her to bother to get to know him until he’d shown up here on the island, but now she wondered if he’d just always been this kind of guy. The kind of guy that cared when he didn’t need to, who cared for people when he didn’t need to and had no obligation to do so. She wondered if he’d always been this attractive and she just hadn’t noticed because she was too high on her own pedestal or he’d been ‘Allison’s boyfriend’ rather than Isaac...or if it was one of those things where a person became more attractive physically when you learned that they were super attractive emotionally.
Taking the cup from him, she took a little sip with a wrinkle of her nose because she didn’t actually like ginger water. Or tea. Or literally any of the herbal remedies around here, but she couldn’t deny that, in spite of their pretty awful taste, they still managed to actually get the job done. “I should probably make you leave soon,” she pointed out, even though she didn’t actually want him to go. “Stiles will be back soon and I’ll be out back throwing up and that’s just a hot mess you don’t want on your night off,” she said and...maybe she sounded a little disappointed that she couldn’t just...keep him for the night. But Lydia knew that she couldn’t. If she left for the night, she’d have to let Stiles know and if she told him where she was, it would start drama, she was sure. If she didn’t, then it would be even worse, she was willing to bet, because he’d assume she was off having sex with some random person. If Stiles didn’t want her having sex with other people while she was pregnant with his baby, then she could actually respect that, because...well. His baby was in there.