I See Fire

"Months?" Stiles raised an eyebrow with a small chuckle. "Sorry to burst your bubble but I think pregnancy should last only nine months?" However, his smile soon slipped off when he heard about the father."What? What happened? How…are you…" -okay, he wanted to ask but stopped to let her explain. It was a lot to take in. Peyton was pregnant but she was with Caleb now and the father was gone? Stiles blinked a few times to process everything.

Peyton laughed, burying her face in her hands and shaking her head. Was she really that tired? "Eleven weeks, sorry. I'm kind of tired, honestly. Quitting coffee completely kind of does that to me." Clearly Stiles was a bit confused, which was almost kind of funny. Two of the most important guys in her life, and they barely knew that she knew them both. Then again, Caleb did a pretty good job of fading into the background when he wanted to, and he certainly had at her graduation party. And of course it was a lot for Stiles to process. "I'm fine, Stiles, everything is fine. The father's just... not who I was meant to be with." 

Stiles hugged her tightly for a moment and when he let her go, he immediately started to shoot off the questions regarding the bombastic news. “So, how far are you? And how did the dady take the news? And basically anything you can tell me? I reserve the right to be a godfather you know.” Stiles winked with a wide smile as he sat back up, waiting for the answers.

He would be the one to ask a billion questions--hell, she was willing to be a small sum of money that he'd start doing research on pregnancy late one night when he couldn't sleep. Or start looking at baby gifts and end up deeper into the Mommy-to-Be blogs than she'd ever be. "Eleven months. Um... that's sort of complicated. The father and I aren't together anymore, and we won't be. But... the baby will havea daddy." She broke into a bit of a smile at that, mind wandering to Caleb up in New York. Somehow, she found herself missing him. "You remember Caleb?" 

We all know I’m the party starter, but I’m sure you would’ve been okay without me.

Please. I said it's not Christmas without you, I said nothing about a party. 

I know, I know, I’m late. Merry Christmas, Peyton.

Yeah loser. You are. But come in, come in. It's not Christmas without you.

"Eh—that doesn’t sound too fun. You’re easier to get a rise out of I’m sure." Aaron replied as he smirked again. Then shrugging. Even in age they still joked the same as before. Given that he didn’t physically but the concept was still there. He bit his lip at her comment. Aaron was sure that she knew just as well as he did that sticking around wasn’t an option. "I’ll just have to mentally hold it over your head." He replied. Clearly not giving her indication that he might stick around instead. But he slightly smiled regardless. 

"You know, technically speaking, you're older than me. If anyone's old, it's you and you're always going to be old. Always." It was actually kind of sad, when she thought about it. A life she had once considered for herself, one that she was now glad she hadn't taken. Missing out on the joy that was her children, that was being married to Caleb and the day to day routine of taking the girls to school? No. She didn't want that. Not even for eternal life. "You do that. See if I care."