Lydia grips the steering wheel tightly as she pulls into the institute. This is it. Stiles may die here. Stiles may survive here. Cora and Isaac will realize her pregnancy here. It takes everything Lydia has to stop the car and get out. Lydia looks down at the ground, catching sight of her boot clad feet. Taking a deep breath, Lydia places a hand on the sweater over her baby bump and begins her descent into the institute. Stiles will be okay, he'll meet our little Allison, he's going to be fine.

Derek meets Lydia at the front door. He opens it slowly, his face dismal, not stern like usual. Lydia looks down at her stomach then back up at Derek. Derek offers a disdainful smile. "I wish I wasn't seeing you on these terms," he states remorsefully. Lydia bites her bottom lip, holding back tears.

"I wanna be with him," Lydia exclaims plainly, her voice squeaky like a mouse. Derek sighs, nodding his head. Lydia follows Derek to Stiles who is lifelessly laying on a medical cot. The sight becomes to much for Lydia. She covers her mouth and turns her back to Stiles for a moment. She holds in a sob and slowly turns on her heel, yet again being haunted by the sight of him. Pale and still, as if he were already dead. As she approaches his bedside, Lydia rips her gaze away from Stiles and instead turns to Derek.

"What's wrong with him? Where the fuck was Cora? Why wasn't she there with him?" Lydia shoots out the questions in despair.

"I don't know where Cora was, but he has a piece of a knife, the tip, stuck in his chest and every time I try and get it out it slides closer to his heart," Derek admits regretfully. Lydia's hands form fists at her sides. Derek takes notice of this and as a result holds his breath.

Completely ignoring the problem with Stiles, Lydia yells, "Where. The fuck. Was Cora? Why can no one tell me where the fuck she was? It was her responsibility to watch over him!"

"Thats fucking bull shit you foggy minded fuck," someone shouts back at Lydia from the doorway of the infirmary. Lydia whips her head around at the sound of the voice. Cora stands in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest and Isaac slightly behind her. Cora's face is firm, though it softens slightly in confusion at the sight of Lydia's pregnant belly. Lydia stares angrily at Cora.

"Where were you! This is your fucking fault!" Lydia screams at the young Hale girl. Cora does not hesitate.

"Where the fuck were you! Do you have any idea what you did to him when you left!" Cora exclaims angrily.

"That doesn't matter now!" Lydia snarls back.

"Ok fine!" Cora's face goes pale, "then do you have any idea what you did to me when you left? How about Allison? Or Scott? Or Isaac? You fucking left us! I was so worried and angry when I went up to that second floor and found you gone! You ran away from your problems instead of asking for help from us! We loved you, and you ran away! And now you're pregnant? Who even is-"

"It's Stiles's baby," Lydia interrupts Cora in her fit of rage. Cora's face stays still, her mouth in a slight 'o'. Isaac's arms fall to his sides. His gaze is locked on Stiles's lifeless body. Lydia holds her belly and stares Cora dead in the eyes, without the slightest bit of hate. "It's a girl." Lydia smiles sadly. "I'm six months along," Lydia mentions.

"That's why you left three months ago, you were three months along and starting to show, Lydia I'm so sorry-" Lydia shakes her head frantically.

"Cora don't apologize, it's ok, I knew you guys would hate me for leaving, I am happy though that Allison will be able to meet her Aunt Cora and Uncle Isaac now," Lydia states. Isaac's eyes become glossy. His hands shake at his sides.

"You- you're gonna be a mom?" Isaac mutters. Lydia bites her bottom lip and nods her head.

"I'm gonna be a mom Isaac," Lydia manages to say as she begins to cry. Her body shutters with the tears. Isaac makes his way closer to Lydia.

"You're gonna be such a great mom," Isaac says softly as tears fall slowly down his cheeks. Lydia throws her arms around Isaac, and he pulls her close. They hold each other tightly, missing the comfort of each other. "And Stiles... he is going to be the best damn father ever, I promise you that," Lydia sobs harder into Isaac's shirt. Cora finally makes her way over to Lydia. Isaac and Lydia pull apart. At first Cora and Lydia just stare at each other. Cora bites the inside of her cheek as tears form in her chocolate brown eyes.

"I missed you Lydia Martin," Cora states glumly. Lydia takes Cora's hand in hers.

"I missed you so much Cora Hale." Lydia let's out a sigh of relief as Cora tightens the embrace. A moan comes from behind them. The moan soon turns into an ear piercing scream. The three young adults turn around to see Stiles, his eyes still closed, yelling out. Derek slams down on Stiles' shoulders to keep him from moving. Lydia covers her mouth in horror.

"Stiles you have to stay still!" Derek yells effortfully. Stiles's heart monitor beeps insanely.

Lydia's world slows down. There is a loud and constant ringing in her ears. Her eyes are focused on Stiles chest, where his wound is, but more importantly, where his heart is. That beautiful heart that loves her so dearly, that has devoted itself completely to her and their child. That heart that she broke and mended.

This is it, this is where Lydia looses her everything. Stiles is going to die.