Two days later.

<Stiles POV>

I let Allison and Lydia take my bed last night I slept in the living room on the floor. When I wake up in the morning the first thing I do is go to my room to check on the girls. Quietly, I open the bedroom door and peer into the room. I find the two of them fast asleep, their hair a mess and bags under their eyes. Smiling, I begin to close the door when Lydia reaches out her hand to me, her eyes opening slowly. "Stiles?" She whispers tiredly. I walk to the bedside and hold her hand.

"What's wrong Lydia?" My voice comes out worried. She smiles.

"I just want to be with you," she tells me amused. I smile and squeeze her hand. The phone rings in the kitchen. I hear someone answer it. I half listen, but I'm all to consumed in Lydia's eyes to truly listen. I do realize that it is Malia that has answered the phone. I hear her hand up the phone before she barges into the bedroom. Allison jumps awake, standing up and holding up a small knife, one of her many instincts according to Lydia. Malia looks at all of her, her smile beaming.

"They bought the apartment Stiles! Marie and Kim are moving in, and Lydia we are moving out!" Malia squeals. Lydia looks up at Malia with tears in her eyes.

"Really Mal?" Lydia asks hopefully. Malia kneels in front of Lydia and nods quickly.

"Ya Lyds, we are getting the hell outta here!" Malia exclaims. Lydia covers her moth with her hand and holds back tears of happiness. I run her back with a smile on my face as she cries in relief. Malia comforts Lydia by rubbing her knee. Allison drops the knife and throws her head back as if a literal weight has been pulled off of her shoulders. She pumps a fist in the air before taking a deep breath.

I laugh happily at this news. Lydia holds her face in her hands, shoulders bobbing as she cries tears of joy. Soon she throws her arms around me and sobs into my shoulder. "Thank you Stiles," she mumbles into my shirt. I rub her back, holding her chest to mine. "Thank you so damn much." I nod my head slowly.

"Of course." The four of us soon join everyone else in the living room and tell them the good news. They all smile in response, laughing and giggling at the thought of a new beginning.

Packing up the place starts immediately after breakfast. Allison ties her long hair into a scraggly bun that mimicked Lydia's and starts barking orders. Scott leaves the apartment to buy a bunch of cardboard boxes and packing tape. "Delicates are to be wrapped, sheets, quilts, and pillow cases should stay together, kitchen appliances need to be either left here if they are to big, but if hey are small enough shove them in a box. Until Scott gets back with the boxes, organize everything into piles," Allison demands everyone.

"Does booze count as a delicate?" Isaac asks jokingly. Allison glares at him.

"Bring the booze if you must, but then you are the one responsible for it," Allison states, "now lets move it, I wanna be out of here by tomorrow morning!"

I don't know how we manage, but by eleven o'clock at night we finally finish packing up the apartment. Everyone is in the bare living room, sitting in the couch and love seat we are leaving or lounging on the floor. We are all pretty beat from working all day. The moving truck I rented will come tomorrow at nine in the morning and Allison wants everything packed in the truck by nine thirty and we have to be in the road by nine thirty five. Since we don't have an actual house yet, we will be spending a night or two at a motel. Kira has taken on the duty of finding a therapist for Lydia. Lydia agreed to seeing a therapist, in hopes that she will finally feel truly happy. Scott is working on finding a cheap car or two for us to use. And of course Malia and Allison are all about going furniture shopping for our future hopping. I am driving the truck tomorrow up to Vermont while everyone else does their online shopping and searching.

For now I sit on the couch, wedged between Scott and Lydia as we chat casually. We discuss what we are most excited for and what kind of house we are looking for. "I would want like a big cottage," Allison states. Isaac scoffs.

"I don't care what it is as long as Cora can move in eventually," Isaac says dreamingly. Malia rolls her eyes.

"You met her once and now we are moving, forget about it Lahey," Mal jokes. I laugh at Isaac's being shot down. Kits giggles and looks to Lydia.

"What kind of house would you like Lyds?" Kira asks sweetly. Lydia blushes and looks away from everyone's stares. I rub her back.

"I want a big log cabin, but it would have a deck held up by stone posts, like very rustic, with black iron lights on the posts. And inside there's a big kitchen and open entertainment area. Lots of rugs so we look like hippies, with thick curtains covering the French doors that lead to the deck. There's a huge stone fire place in the living room and a huge couch so we don't have to sit on the floor like we do here. And in each bedroom there would be those little black iron has fire places so before bed we could warm our toes. There are pictures everywhere and I mean everywhere. Picture frames on every coffee table and every wall. And it needs to have a hill somewhere within a minute walk so we could sled in the winter, and we could make hot chocolate and make Christmas cookies, very cliche stuff you know? And there's a ski mountain nearby so we could go skiing together. Then when we get back from skiing we drink a lot of hardy beer and dance on our rugs with thick socks that go up to our knees while we listen to Christmas music. And then we could watch It's A Wonderful Life on Christmas Day and exchange gifts. And then when we go to bed and all you could hear is he snow landing on the roof and each other's breathing. And everything is utterly peaceful." As Lydia speaks her eyes close like she is visualizing everything in complete detail. We all watch her in a daze as she speaks. Her voice is delicate and kind. When she finishes speaking she opens her eyes slowly and looks around at us. For a moment we are all completely silent.

Scott smiles, "I think we just figured out what kind of house we are getting."