Lydia could breathe easy knowing that the baby was going to be a wolf, rather than a banshee. It had been so hard for her to cope when no one could provide her with the answers she needed. Though she knew being a werewolf was hard, her baby would have the best support available to it, and nothing less.
That was what made all of this bearable. And at least, too, the child might grow to be able to protect itself, instead of relying on it’s friends and family, like she had had to on more than one occasion.
"Okay," the redhead nodded, taking a deep breath, but quickly coming to grips with the prospect. If it was going to make things easier for their baby, she was going to do it.
Biting back a smile, Lydia placed her hands on top of Scott’s pressing her forehead to his. “In 5 months, she’ll be out here,” the girl looked around after a moment, “Does that scare you?”
"I mean, it’s totally up to you. And I don’t think telling her will make your mom like me any more than she does - although, I don’t think she could dislike me any more than she already does, so-” he shrugs, “-nothing to lose, really. If we tell her, that is.” He can see it already; Lydia’s mom babysitting a toddler werewolf that’s clawing at the furniture or something. There were better ways to find out the truth.
He pauses, answering honestly. “Yes, that scares me. A lot.” He slides his hand a little lower, feeling the hint of the thrum of a tiny heartbeat if he focuses hard enough. “Does it scare you?”