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Not even a Lannisters Send their Regards

The thing about winter is that the sun still sets early, leaving a person to leave their job in darkness. The parking lot outside of Stilinski Designs was lit only by one street lamp. Stiles, having worked later than normal, was jiggling his keys as he stood with Bill and Lyle for 20 minutes, working out a coding problem they were having before he finally left the office for his car.

"Of course the day we have code issues is the first Monday of the year," he muttered, shaking his keys as he tried to find the right one for the jeep. Just as he finds it, there is a shadow from the light that falls over him, making him look up.

Someone stood there, all in black down to the mouth-less ski mask. The gun aimed at him made Stiles gulp, and he went to raise his hands. "Okay, just take it easy... I'm not going to..."

The gunshot rang out, and Stiles shut his eyes a moment before he felt the impact in his stomach. Time seemed to slow down as his keys slipped from his fingers, and then he fell to his knees He looked back up at the masked person, and they just watched a moment.

"What... not witty line?" Not even a Lannisters send their regards. The masked person just walked away moments before the door to the building opened and Billy and Lyle came running out. Stiles tried to call to them, but he instead looked down at where one of his hands had gone to touch the sore part of his stomach and it came back red.

"Stiles?" Billy took a few steps forward, looking to see if there was anyone else there but the parking lot was now empty. "Stiles!" At that, they both ran to him, and Billy pulled Stiles into him as they knelt beside him, hands going to press into the bleeding wound. "Come on, buddy, stay with us."

Lyle was calling 911, and then while he was talking to them on headset, his fingers were playing on his phone and he knelt down to show Billy the wiki-how on treating gunshot wounds. Billy nodded, going through the checklist and doing his best to keep Stiles conscious and talking to him.

But as the pain started to overcome him, even as he heard the sirens approaching, Stiles gripped Billy's arm. "Tell Dina... and Cora..."

"Nuh uh, you're going to tell them anything themselves," Billy said as he nodded for Lyle to wave the ambulance down. "Just hang on, Stiles."

"Tell them... I love them..." he said, and then he just passed out to the pain.

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Once they were at the hospital, Billy and Lyle were on their phones calling the others. But first, they make the calls to the emergency contacts: Sheriff Stilinski, and Talia Hale. They are both told the same thing: Stiles was shot. Stomach. Didn't see who did it. He's in surgery. Doctors won't tell them anything more. Santa Clarita Midtown Hospital. The cops are coming to talk to them, so they will wait.

And the two will wait, shaken to their bones as they wait for someone to arrive who can get more news.

They had all thought this was over. Was it? Or was it just Stiles being in the wrong place at the wrong time?

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He thinks a moment, and then reached out with that free hand to put his hand on her free one. Waiting until she looked up at him again... "Well, if that's what happened... um... I don't even know how to thank you."

She smiles softly at that before squeezing his hand gently. "No thanks needed. I'm just glad whatever it is worked."

"Totally naming my next child after you." Completely serious. Mostly.

There's an "mmmmph" from one of the sleeping bodies next to Stiles, before one hand comes up to rub at Cora's eyes lightly.

"Don't I get a say in that?"

Because obviously his next child is going to be with her. That was the only part of the conversation she heard, however, and Lydia just glances back at her, amused.

"I think it's a terrible idea."

Stiles just blinked because wow... um... how to answer that? "Um, yeah, I mean of course, but um..." Going from thanking Lydia for him being alive to OMG Cora wants to have kids with him puts him through a loop and he has no idea what to say.

Cora smirks a bit as she watches him because yes, she totally wants to have kids with him. When they get there. And they're ready. "I agree. Too many Lydias."

"Unless I have a tragically young death, in which case yes. Name your first born after me. By all means."

Stiles is trying not to smile like an idiot. Because yes, totally wants to have those hypothetical kids with her when they are ready. "Hey, no tragic young deaths for any of us, alright? we're just stopping this whole getting hurt thing right now. Last time - once I'm healed, happy times for everyone. Good?"

"Fine by me."

"No complaints here." Lydia holds up her hands as she gets to her feet, then turning back to Cora. "Your mom wanted me to tell you that dinner's in a half an hour. I'm sure she'll bring in something for you - " She gestures to Stiles. " - but I think you and Dina are expected to eat at the table like civilized people."

Cora nods in agreement, before slowly shifting up into a sitting position, trying not to disturb Dina. "I'll be right out."

He wanted to complain about being able to sit at the table too, but he knew it was pointless. At least he wasn't in the hospital and he could work with the compromise - for now.

"Thanks Lydia." For you know, everything.

Lydia nods, before turning and heading back into the kitchen.

Cora lets one hand drop to the top of Dina's head, before glancing over at Stiles curiously. "How long was I out for?"

"A few hours. You obviously needed it."

She nods a bit in agreement - she can acknowledge that she was tired - before glancing down at Dina again, her hand continuing to brush over the little girl's hair. "I guess I should probably get her up."

Remembering the conversation he had with Dina before she fell asleep - and very grateful she slept through the talk of the theoretical next child name - he just nodded. "I think she'd like that."

Cora nods a bit in return before leaning closer and shaking Dina's shoulder gently. "Dina, sweetie? It's going to be time for dinner soon."

Dina whimpered and curled up a bit more in her sleep. "No mommy, still sleepy..." she muttered, eyes still closed.

Cora freezes for a moment, surprised by what Dina called her more than anything else. Part of her just melts at the idea, while the other is wondering if she really realized who she was talking to. She's half asleep, she could have easily mistaken Cora for her actual mother.

Her eyes glance up to Stiles, unsure of what to do.

Nope, Stiles is smiling as well. He's going to really be no help here. "While you were sleeping, she asked me if you were going to be her new mommy. And you know how we are when we get our minds set on something."

Dina's talking to Cora, is what he's trying to convey.

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Her eyes soften a bit at that and she looks down at the little girl next to her. She won't deny that it's something she wanted. She told Stiles as much when she inadvertently proposed to him on that rooftop all those weeks ago, but having Dina's approval was something else entirely. Her chest tightens, but in a good way, even if the intensity of the emotion is something she doesn't know what to do with.

But it's a good one. Definitely a good one.

Her head drops a bit, hair coming in front of her face so that Stiles doesn't see the tears there, before shaking her again. "You can go back to sleep after dinner, okay? But I think Talia is making spaghetti and meatballs."

Dina blinked awake the rest of the way, looking up at Cora before rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Okay. I like pasghetti and meatballs."

Stiles doesn't say anything, though he knows what she's doing with her hair there. "Why don't you go wash your face and hands and then you can go to dinner with Cora?"

"Aren't you coming too, Daddy?"

"No, I need to eat in here for a few more days until I can really sit at the table. So you'll just have to talk enough for the both of us. You can do that, right?"

"I can!" Fully awake now, she stood up on the bed and went to hug her father, then crawled off and went to the bathroom. "Don't start without me!" she told Cora as she left.

Cora turns to watch her go, one hand coming up and brushing the tears from her eyes as she tucks her hair behind her ear. She exhales slowly and turns to face him with a small smile. She then leans in to kiss him, having no other outlet for what she's feeling than that.

He kisses her back, his hand going to run along her cheek as he does so. At one point when they had argued, he had said in anger that Dina should have been their child.

Soon that would be a reality. His daughter would have the mother she wanted, the one she deserved, and maybe it would help keep her from having to feel the need to ask questions later on in life about her real mother.

She holds the kiss for as long as she can, before pulling back softly to look at him. The tears are still there - happy tears, but tears all the same - and she rests her forehead against his, just staying there for a moment.

"This is good, right?"

Not just in whether or not the thing was objectively good, but also good for him. Because she knows it's good for her. She can feel it in her gut and she wants to know if it's still good for him too.

"Does it feel good to you? Like you think on it, and it's what you know you want?" He looked in her eyes, smiling as he waited for her to answer her own question. He already knew what he wanted, and knew this was more than good. "Because to me, it's pretty close to perfect."

She doesn't even hesitate before nodding her agreement, agreeing on how perfect it really is. Because it is what she wants, just being a family with him and Dina and everything that comes with it.

"Yeah. It is."

He grins, pulling her back for another kiss, and then his thumb running along her cheek. "It's going to be hard going back to taking this slow when I'm out of this bed..."

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