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Lexa has already pressed the elevator button when she realized her hands are not carrying the car seat she was supposed to get from her daughter's room, the one Marie has only used during the days Clarke has bring her to visit and this will be the first night she sleeps over, Lexa mumbles a quick, "shit," as she looks for her keys in her pockets with shaky hands.
Lexa blames it on being nervous because her daughter will only be a few steps away from her tonight for the first time in the 7 months of her life.
And totally not because she's nervous of seeing Clarke.
Now with the car seat in her hands and Marie's diaper bag hanging on her shoulder, Lexa waits for the elevator with her phone in her hand. She feels it vibrating with a notification, but only after stepping inside the elevator she checks it. It's a picture from Clarke. She opens the message and feels her chest filling with pride and love at the picture of her daughter.
In the photo, Marie has her hands near her mouth and a big smile is adorning her face, probably because Clarke is behind her phone making silly faces at their daughter, and wearing the Minnie Mouse dress Lexa bought her last week. Lexa was too busy watching the picture smiling like she just won the lottery and is only before she locked her phone screen, the elevator has stopped on the first floor already, when she noticed Clarke also added a, "waiting for mama!" Message with the picture she sent.
Lexa was going to send a quick reply but after checking the time on her watch, 6:10 pm, she decides it'll be better if she starts the ride to her ex's apartment. Since she started working again at the law firm, she's always trying to get in time wherever she needs to go to. Not even close to her old self who was late even to her own exhibitions. If someone asked her if she missed her old self, she would probably say yes, she missed her careless life, but she knows she's in a better place now.
She parks her car nearly twenty minutes later and quickly takes the car seat and her daughter's brand new and empty diaper bag from the backseat. Lexa nods at the receptionist and waits for the elevator as she fixes her tie, she didn't have enough time to change her clothes even when she lives really close to her work place. She drives her motorcycle everyday and always gets to her office in time, but she couldn't use her motorcycle this time if her daughter is coming back with her. She'll excuse herself for being a few minutes late to Clarke.
Lexa wipes her free hand in her trousers, they're getting sweaty, and after clearing her throat, she knocks on the door. She waits for a few seconds, and the door is opened by her smiling ex. Lexa couldn't help but feel disappointed she's not seeing Clarke in a beautiful dress that would perfectly hug her curves already dressed for her date. The date she so desperately wishes was with her and not with a stranger.
"Hi Lexa," Clarke says and opens the door wider to let the older brunette in.
"Hello Clarke. I apologize for being late." Lexa answers in a polite tone with a nod. She picks up the car seat again, she left it on the floor next to her feet to knock on the door, and steps into the apartment. She hears her daughter giggling somewhere in the apartment and her chest feels warmer immediately. "How was your day?"
Clarke nearly laughed out loud with Lexa acting so polite. She knows the woman very well and the fact that she only is like this when she's nervous or dealing with stuff related to work. And her work hours are long over for today.
"It was good, thank you," Clarke answers. "Marie is in her room and waiting for you. She didn't even take a nap when I told her you were coming over."
Lexa smiles. "Clarke, she's not even a year old yet." Lexa says. "She can't really understand you. She's still too young."
"Lexa, I swear she does!" Clarke says laughing as she closes the door behind her. "Go find out yourself. I'm sure she knows it was you at the door."
Clarke looks as her ex lover leaves the car seat she was still holding, with a little smile on her face, next to the couch along with their daughter's diaper bag. Clarke knew that even when she told Lexa Marie's diaper bag was already packed she'd bring another one just in case. Lexa has always been like that, she prepares herself for the worst case scenario, and it's something that will never change about her.
Clarke walks behind her but they part ways when Lexa enters Marie's bedroom and Clarke goes to hers to change into the dress she'll be wearing for her date tonight. From the baby monitor, Clarke can hear her ex talking to their daughter in the voice she only uses with Marie when she thinks no one can hear her, is soft, but playful at the same time. And it makes the tiny human giggle and babble like crazy every time, trying to answer to her mama's questions, like, "how was your day, little princess?" Or, "have you missed me? I sure have."
And it warms Clarke's heart, too. It makes her regret the decisions she took long time ago every time she sees how good Lexa is with their child.
As the blue eyed woman changes into the black dress she has picked from her wardrobe and puts on a pair of earrings, she thinks about the woman on the room next to hers. Clarke can easily say a part of her heart will always belong to Lexa, because she's the mother of her child, and someone who changed her life in a good way. Even when her young self thought their relationship didn't have a future. And because she was the one who ended their relationship, she still thinks Lexa won't ever ask her out again. Clarke thinks Lexa won't ever forgive her. If only she knew how Lexa still feels about her.
She's only going on a date with Finn Collins because he's an artist just like her, they already share something in common, who has asked her out since she met him, and because her engaged best friends insisted she should go out and meet some new people. They said she only had a kid, and that she wasn't dead. Clarke shakes her head with a soft laugh as she remembers her friend's choice of words.
Clarke tries to reach behind her back to zip her dress but she fails miserably. She sighs and looks at the clock in her night table, when she notices that is almost 7, she nearly runs to the bathroom to apply some make up. Finn is supposed to get here at 7 o'clock and she only has 9 minutes left to be ready.
Clarke brushes her teeth and applies a little of red lipstick, mascara and checks herself on the mirror.
And when someone knocks on the door, she nearly jumped and let her make up bag fall from her hands.
She guesses her only option is ask for help with her dress to Lexa, who Clarke finds sitting in the couch with their daughter in her lap standing in her thighs. The older woman pretends to bite on her little hands as Marie tugs on her mother's tie. The grin on Lexa's face and the giggles coming from their daughter makes her stop dead in her steps and admire the sight in front of her wishing she had her phone to record the moment, until she hears the knocking on the door again.
Clarke didn't notice the big smile on her face disappearing when she remembers why Lexa is sitting in her couch.
"Lexa? Shit," Clarke whispers as she walks in front of the pair of brunettes. "Can you please help me zip my dress?" Clarke tries again, and when Lexa looks up to her with her green eyes, the color she does not share with Marie, Lexa is looking at her clearly confused.
"You want me to... What?" She asks and looks at the door when someone knocks for the third time in less than a minute, impatient asshole, Lexa couldn't help but think as she turns Marie around in her lap so she can be facing Clarke too. The little girl is too busy playing with her mom's strong fingers to pay any attention of what's going on around her. "I am sorry Clarke, I wasn't playing attention."
"I said I wanted you to zip my dress, please, so I can go open the door." Clarke says as she stares at Lexa and Marie. She gently caresses her daughter's soft hair as she waits for her ex to reply.
It comes a few seconds later. "I... O-Okay."
Lexa gently sits their daughter against the couch as she stands up and she quickly wipes her sweaty hands, for the second time since she has seen her ex today, as she watches Clarke turn around and leave her back and white lace bra in full display. Lexa had to bite her lip to suppress anything that would have come out from her mouth when she not so accidentally touched her ex's soft back. Oh how she has missed Clarke's soft skin.
"You look so beautiful, Clarke." She whispers before she can stop herself, but Clarke is already opening the door, and if she heard her, Clarke shows no sign of answering.
(She totally did. That's why her cheeks suddenly feel way more warm.)
Lexa sighs and sits back on the couch, she brings her daughter close to her chest to kiss her temple and to softly tickle her tummy. Lexa forgets for a second how she was feeling as her young child wraps her tiny arms around her neck. Lexa closes her eyes for a second as she enjoys Marie's baby shampoo and soap scents and her soft breathing on her neck, and she only opens them when she hears people talking.
"Clarke, you look really beautiful, but we kinda have a problem," a voice she had never heard before says, Lexa thinks it must belong to Clarke's date. "Besides the fact that I want to rip that dress off of you right now, where we are going isn't as fancy as you might've thought..."
But before she could finish hearing the conversation, Lexa has picked her daughter up and placed her on her hip, she takes the pink car seat from the floor and goes inside Marie's room closing the door loudly behind her.
She really thought she could handle the woman she'll always love dating someone else, but Lexa clearly isn't ready to hear someone speaking to the blue eyed woman, the same color of eyes their daughter has, like that. She's the one wanting to say that kind of words to Clarke. She wants Clarke and their child being there waiting for her to come back from work every day with homemade dinner, as much as she loves take out Lexa is already sick of it. She wants to take Clarke out on dates every Friday night after and hold her hand through the evening. And kiss her, especially kiss her. Lexa misses Clarke's lips so much it physically hurts sometimes. But instead, she's standing in the middle of her daughter's bedroom feeling like an intruder.
Marie doesn't fuss as Lexa gets her dressed with a jacket, is cold outside, changes her socks and puts on a pair of pink baby shoes. Lexa sits her on the car seat and struggles with the belts only for a few moments before picking the car seat up as she looks for the diaper bag. It might be on Clarke's room, or in the kitchen or... Found it! Lexa mentally highs fives herself. She hangs it on her shoulder with her free hand and she's outside the room and almost outside the apartment as fast as her feet could carry her when Clarke calls her name. Lexa was hoping she could leave without having to see or hear anything else.
"Lexa, wait!"
Lexa sighs as she turns around to look at the woman who still has her heart. She notices that Clarke has changed her dress, and even if she doesn't want to, Lexa wonders if the owner of the voice helped her to unzip it. Clarke is now wearing a pair of jeans and a blue blouse that make her eyes look ever more beautiful, and someone is now sitting in the same place she was in the couch before. It makes her jealousy and need to protect her daughter even stronger.
"Yes, Clarke?" Lexa asks and looks at her sleepy daughter hugging one of her stuffed animals, the tiny raccoon Lexa bought for her before she was born.
"I... I will see you tomorrow before lunch?" Clarke asks as she tries to look for Lexa's eyes, she fails.
"Sure. Have a good evening."
"You too," Clarke says and gives her a smile, then she turns her attention to the almost sleeping baby. "Night baby." The blonde softly caresses her daughter's brown hair.
With a nod, Lexa turns around to call the elevator. She hears the door closing behind her and she closes her eyes for a second trying to erase any thought of Clarke with the man sitting in her couch.
It takes Lexa nearly twice of the time to reach her apartment as it usually does. And it is because she was carefully driving, probably some of her friends would have laughed at her because is the same woman who carelessly drives her motorcycle everyday avoiding to be seen by the cops, driving at 40 kmph because her daughter is softly snoring in the back seat. She didn't even turn on the radio so she doesn't disturb her sleeping daughter.
When Lexa opens the door with her left hand, the right one was carrying the car seat with a very much still asleep Marie, she comes home again to an empty house. Lexa can't help but feel like maybe she has to get used to this, not having anyone to come home to for the rest of her life.
As she cooks dinner, she can hear her daughter starting to cry through the baby monitor Lexa placed in the kitchen counter. Lexa quickly dries her hands as she checks the chicken soup one last time and turning the oven off before going to Marie's bedroom. Maybe her daughter is crying because she woke up in a different place and not where she lives. The thought of Marie feeling uncomfortable in her apartment makes Lexa's heart break for the second time today.
Marie calms down as soon as she is on her mom's arms though.
"Hi sweet girl," Lexa carefully rubs the whimpering baby's back as she feels her daughter's wet cheeks on her neck. "Are you hungry?"
The woman knows the baby won't speak to her, yet she reminds herself, but that doesn't stop her from talking to her child in her arms.
"Lets go eat, okay?" Lexa asks one last time as she turns the lights off and walks into the living room. She sits Marie in the carpet and brings her toys to where she can easily reach. The baby immediately picks up a stuffed teddy and plays with its soft paws. The crying a few minutes ago clearly forgotten. "I'll be back in a minute. I'll go get your smashed fruits and your milk."
Feeding her daughter is way easier than she thought. Marie eagerly opens her mouth every time Lexa brings the spoon close, and she drinks her bottle without trouble as Lexa gently moves her thumb in her soft cheek. Lexa almost forget she has to eat too and that her soup is still waiting in the kitchen as she walks around her apartment trying to make Marie burp before she falls asleep again.
Lexa doesn't want to let go of her child as the baby breathes on her neck. Lexa slowly walks to her daughter's bedroom but just as she is about to go in, she gets another idea. She gently lays Marie in the middle of her own bed and before leaving the room to go grab something to eat, she places pillows around the sleeping baby to keep her from rolling and falling from her bed. Even when Lexa thinks it won't take her more than 5 minutes to come back.
She makes herself a cheese sandwich and an iced tea, because it'd be easier to eat that in her bedroom, she checks if the doors and the window in the living room are closed, Lexa then turns off the lights and hangs Marie's diaper bag back in her shoulder in case she needs something in the middle of the night. She doubts she will though.
Lexa softly closes the door with her foot and leaves her food in the night table. She turns on the tv but with the remote, she puts it on mute to avoid waking up her daughter. After closing the curtains, she strips off her clothes and changes into her pajamas. She removes the pillows from around Marie and Lexa sits in the corner of her bed as she opens the diaper bag to look for her daughter's sleeping clothes.
An hour or so later, Lexa turns the tv off and brings her hand up to gently move her fingers through her daughter's soft brown hair. Marie stirs only a little but after rubbing her eyes with her closed fists, she yawns and goes back to sleep. Lexa closes her eyes and leaves a kiss on her daughter's chest over her clothes and whispers, "I love you so much, baby girl. And I wish I could be with you every single day."
And Lexa falls asleep on her side with her hand on her daughter's clothed tummy, completely relaxed as she hears her daughter's steady breathing, and forgetting about how nervous she is for this big case on Monday morning.
Past:
When Clarke wakes up, she feels someone breathing in her neck and just for a second, she tries to remember where the hell she is and who is softly snoring behind her and whose arms are those around her waist. Of course she panicked until she remembered last night events, especially everything that happened after that motorcycle ride she had. A smile is in her face before she can notice it.
She slowly gets out of bed obviously trying not to wake up the still sleeping girl. Clarke looks for her clothes around the room and gets dressed quietly, and after finding a piece of paper and a pencil on Lexa's desk under a very expensive looking digital camera, she writes a note to leave on top of the pillow she was resting her head on. Clarke knows she would hate herself for the rest of her life if she loses contact with Lexa, so after thinking it for a few moments, she also writes her phone number in the corner of the sheet.
With one last look at the peaceful girl laying under the covers, Clarke closes the bedroom door behind her. And to her surprise, she finds someone sitting in the couch looking at her with an amused smile. Clarke feels her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Who are you, blondie?" The woman asks as she sips her steaming coffee. "You're definitely not Costia. Hmm. Last time I saw her she was a brunette."
Clarke clears her throat. "I'm Clarke. And you are?"
But as Clarke waits for the answer coming from the woman in front of her, Clarke hears another voice she does recognize and this is when she wishes she could just disappear.
"Anya, who are you talking to?" The man says as he comes out of the kitchen with a sandwich on his hand. The woman, Anya, just chuckles as she points to a very embarrassed Clarke.
The laugh dies on Lincoln's throat as he realizes his new assistant is coming out of Lexa's bedroom. And it's morning. You don't need to be a scientist to connect the dots. Clarke Griffin stands there bitting her lip as she tries to comb her wild hair with her fingers.
"Oh, hi Mr. Forest." Clarke awkwardly says looking at her new boss. "I... I most certainly wasn't expecting to see you here."
But Clarke wasn't expecting to hear her new boss laughing with the woman next to him.
"It's okay Clarke, we can forget this happened. I'm sure we all have been in this situation once in our lives." Lincoln says as he sips on his coffee. "I'll see you on Monday, please be there to open up on time okay?"
Clarke nods and says nothing. She awkwardly waves her hand as a goodbye as she grabs her purse and jacket from the table. And before someone can speak to her again, she leaves the apartment quickly closing the door behind her and breathes again, not even noticing until she calls the elevator that she was holding her breath after the short talk with the not so strangers sitting in the couch.
It wasn't until Clarke was sitting in the subway when she realized she hasn't called one of her friends. She hopes they're not too worried or mad at her. She did have the best night yesterday.
She tries calling Raven first but her phones goes to voicemail, she figures the girl is probably busy with a car on her shop. Is Octavia who answers right away.
"Holy fuck Clarke! One more hour and I was going to call the police!" The girl says and Clarke couldn't stop the laugh coming out of her lips. "And you are laughing! Where did you go yesterday! We leave you alone for ten minutes and you literally disappear!"
"Octavia, I think I just did the walk of shame." Clarke whispers praying that the old woman sitting next to her didn't hear her words. The lady doesn't look up from her newspaper but Clarke tries to ignore the laugh that come from the woman sitting next to her.
And now is Octavia's turn to burst into loud laughs. "Keep talking please, don't stop there Clarke."
Clarke sighs before she tells her best friend the story of how she met Lexa at the bar, she leaves a lot of details, not knowing if the girl who she spent the night with would be comfortable if she shares her secret.
And now is when Clarke remembers she has to go somewhere before going home.
"Octavia, I have to make a quick stop before I go home." Clarke says remembering she really needs to buy a Plan B, even when she knows she definitely shares a connection with Lexa she knows she is not in the best place to raise a child yet.
"No way Clarke, Bellamy is coming over this weekend and you need to help me clean the apartment! You know he will only be here for Thanksgiving before going back to Irak."
Clarke sighs. She can still take the pill tomorrow, right?
"Fine. I'll be there in 10. You better have breakfast ready for me, please."
\\
If it wasn't because someone was loudly knocking on her bedroom door, and the intense sunlight hitting her face, Lexa wouldn't have woken up. She would've hugged Clarke tighter and continued to sleeping against the blue eyed girl's chest. But when Lexa opened her eyes and moved her arm, she found her bed empty and cold. She opened her eyes, and it was only then when she realized she was alone.
The loud knocking on the door made Lexa groan as she rubbed her eyes and sit on the edge of her bed. She grabs the boxers and sport bra she was wearing last night to get dressed.
"I am awake, Jesus!" Lexa says as she opens her door to find Anya with her fist in the air ready to knock again. "What do you want Anya?" She asks.
"First, please open your window, God you room stinks of sex." Anya says as she pinches her nose. "Second, please get dressed."
Lexa rolls her eyes.
"And then what, mom?" She answers but does what her friend is asking.
"You're just pissed because your blondie left." Anya says as she sits in the corner of her best friend's bed.
"Her name is Clarke, An." Lexa replies as she puts on a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt from her college days.
"And she left before you were awake." Anya says as she looks at her friend. "Are you going to call her back?"
Lexa looks at her rolling her eyes once again. "And how will I do that? I don't have her phone number."
Anya sighs before she grabs the piece of paper from the pillow. Lexa's eyes widen before she tries to steal the paper from her friend's hand.
"Give me that, Anya!"
"'I hope I can see you again...'" Anya fakes a higher voice as she reads the note and ends up laughing at Lexa's concentrated face as she still tries to get the paper. "Hey, if you tear it you will lose the number!"
"Shut up and give it to me!"
"I'm sure that's what blondie said last night." Anya laughed but winced in pain when Lexa slapped her arm.
"Anya!"
\\
It was Clarke's lunch break and she was biting her sandwich sitting in her desk when she heard a voice she honestly thought she'd never hear again. After waiting an entire week to hear from Lexa, she gave up on waiting for a message she thought she'd never receive. Instead, she spent her free time with her friends, especially with Bellamy, the man she considers as her older brother. This morning was tough, cause they had to drive him to the airport hoping they can see him again in six months.
But now the girl is here, talking to her boss about something Clarke can't really understand.
"Don't act like you're mad at me because I'm here late." Lexa says as she looks at her friend in front of her. "God, will you take a look at the pictures? You're going to love them."
"Lexa, I've been waiting for you since 9 am."
Clarke sees the green eyed girl rolls her eyes. She takes a bite of her tuna sandwich as she stares at Lexa and her boss. It's 2 pm. Lincoln has been waiting for almost 6 hours. If she were her boss now, she would be pissed too.
"I am here now!"
"The exposition is this Saturday, how are you expecting me to accept your photos now and reject the other photographers?" Lincoln asks with a calm voice as he looks at his friend. Lexa tries to make him take the envelope in her hands in which he knows is where her pictures are at. "Lexa, the exposition has been ready for almost a month now. You're always late, and I know you're my friend, but you can't just keep doing this. You're amazing, yes, your work is impressive, but..."
"... I am irresponsible. Fuck Lincoln, I know. I just... this will be the last time, I swear." Lexa says trying to ignore the few people that are starting to look at them, probably trying to get her friend to accept her photographs in the middle of the gallery wasn't the best idea. "Please I... I need the money Linc." She whispers.
Clarke can see Lincoln pinching the edge of his nose and taking a deep breath. She also sees he finally takes the yellow envelope and she releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. Lexa looked completely desperate but now she doesn't. There's even a little smile on her face as she wipes her forehead. Maybe she was sweating because she was nervous, Clarke thinks as she finishes her sandwich. Now she needs to brush her teeth or otherwise, her breath will kill innocent people. But when Clarke is looking inside her purse for her toothbrush and toothpaste, a soft voice coming from behind her surprised her.
"Hey," the voice says and Clarke turns around, her eyes meeting the pair of green eyes she was hoping to see since she left the girl's apartment. "I'm sorry I haven't called you, I've been busy with the photographs... and editing them, and... and I know it's not a good excuse but..."
Clarke chuckles. "Lexa, it's fine. At least you're here now."
The girl in front of Clarke visibly relaxes. "I wanted to stop by a few days back, Lincoln told me you're his new assistant."
Clarke nods. "Yeah, I've been officially here for a week now." She offers Lexa a shy smile which is returned immediately.
Lexa clears ver throat and wipes her hands in her trousers hoping Clarke won't notice how nervous she still is around her. "Would you... uh, would you like to get some coffee tomorrow?"
Clarke smiles again and nods. "Yes, I'd love that. How about at my lunch break?"
"That sounds awesome." Lexa grins.
//
Clarke saw Lexa more times than she can count in the past weeks. She sees her everyday at the gallery with her boss talking about the exhibition and the ones they're planning for the upcoming months too. Clarke even heard Lexa telling Lincoln she's gonna take a quick trip to New York next month to bring the best picture for him. Clarke thinks Lexa has the best job in the world.
Their coffee dates quickly turned into dinner dates to places Clarke had no idea existed in the city. They were not expensive places, but the lasagna she tried in a small Italian restaurant was even better than the one she had when she was young in an expensive restaurant where her mother used to take her. She really loves every place Lexa has showed her. Clarke loves when Lexa is the one in charge of driving, because she gets to climb in the back of her motorcycle and feel completely carefree.
They didn't kiss again until two weeks after they started with their lunch dates. Clarke found it cute how nervous Lexa got around her, often cleaning her sweaty hands or rubbing the back of her neck, or even avoiding her eyes sometimes. It was late at night and Lexa was dropping her off at her apartment when Clarke finally joined their lips, only to feel just like she did the night they met. Loved. And excited.
Clarke remembers Lexa giving her a shy smile after their lips separated. Clarke laughed at her and gave her a hug before the girl disappeared into the dark night, Clarke listening to her motorcycle's engine with her heart beating loudly in her ears. She knew she had it bad. But she couldn't care less, because she's sure that Lexa cares for her too.
It was Wednesday and Clarke was coming back from sharing her lunch break with Lexa in a picnic the brunette set up for them in a park near the gallery. Clarke has had a smile on her face the whole time she was with Lexa, especially when she was sitting with her back against a big tree with Lexa's head in her lap. The girl looked so relaxed with her green eyes closed that Clarke just had to comb her wild hair with her fingers, only to lose the track of time as she heard Lexa's breathing.
"Oh!" The girl suddenly said opening her eyes again. "I almost forgot, I got a letter for you at my place the other day."
Clarke looked at her confused. "Uh?" She asked, not entirely sure of what Lexa was talking about.
"Just hold on, lemme find it." Lexa said and she poked her tongue out in concentration as she looked for a piece of paper inside the little basket she brought with their food. She finally found it and she gave it to Clarke's awaiting hands. "Wait! Don't open it yet. You'll need a pencil."
Clarke couldn't believe what her eyes where reading. Lexa just handed a note with "Will you be my girlfriend? Circle the answer." written. At first, she laughed. Cause this could easily be the most cutest thing Lexa has done for her in the weeks that she has met her. But when she saw Lexa looking at her with sadness in her eyes, she quickly closed the distance between them and brought her in for a kiss.
"Of course I'll be your girlfriend, you idiot." Clarke whispered against Lexa's lips and the girl let out a breathless laugh.
"God, I thought you were going to say no." Lexa said as she rested her head in Clarke's lap again.
"Would I spend time with you every day if I didn't like you?"
Lexa shrugged. "No?"
"Of course not," Clarke laughed and Lexa closed her eyes again, avoiding the sun. "You better take me out soon now, girlfriend."
"Your wish is my command, girlfriend."
\\
The gallery was a success. And so was the following one two weeks later. Every single photograph was sold and Lincoln decided to invite everyone for drinks to celebrate such a successful night. Clarke was wearing her favorite blue dress that, according to her friends, matched her eyes. She hasn't told anyone yet that she and Lexa are dating and she wanted to do it tonight until she saw how drunk her best friends were.
Clarke couldn't stop herself from looking at her girlfriend at every single moment she could today. Lexa was wearing a black suit with a blue tie, the exact same color of her dress. They laughed together when Lexa picked her up because they definitely didn't plan on wearing matching clothes. Her girlfriend looked amazing, and she seemed to be so happy all night talking with other photographers or costumers. Someone even asked her to be the photographer on their wedding day and Lexa couldn't be happier. Clarke saw how much Lexa loves what she does for living.
It's been almost 2 months since the night she met Lexa at the bar. The same bar where they're now. Clarke hasn't and won't drink any alcohol tonight, and saying that she was surprised was an understatement. She always enjoys a glass of orange vodka but tonight the smell of the alcoholic drinks her friends and the other people around her were drinking, made her feel a little nauseous. And Lexa, being a good girlfriend, decided to only drink club soda with her.
"So," Lexa said, leaning her head down a little so she could speak right into Clarke's ear. "What do you say if we go to have some Italian food tomorrow night again?"
Clarke's stomach growled, making both girls laugh for a few moments.
"I'll take that as a yes then." Lexa says with a smile. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a second okay? And then, you're gonna dance with me."
Clarke nodded and she smiled too when she felt Lexa pressing a kiss on her temple before leaving the table.
Clarke didn't notice her girlfriend's best friend looking at them interacting with each other until Anya spoke.
"You're good for her, you know." Clarke looks up from her phone and into the girl's eyes. "I've never seen Lexa like this, just so happy and we've known each other since middle school."
Clarke blushes. "She's special." She says softly and not sure if Anya even heard her.
Lexa comes back a few minutes later and she sits next to Clarke again, wrapping one of her strong arms around her waist under her jacket that she handed to Clarke after they left the gallery. The blue eyed girl sips her soda again and rests her head on her girlfriend's shoulder for the rest of the night.
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The next day, they had sex again after their date. Clarke woke up to Lexa still being half on top of her and breathing in her neck. A smile was on her face immediately as she began moving her hands up and down her girlfriend's back, slowly waking Lexa up. Clarke couldn't help but let out giggles when she felt her neck being kissed.
"Morning." Lexa said with a hoarse voice sending chills all over Clarke's body.
Clarke joined their lips in a passionate kiss that was quickly becoming something more until her stomach growled loudly, making Lexa pull away to look at her with an amused smile.
"Someone's a little hungry." Lexa said in a teasing voice that made Clarke blush and try to hide her smile. Lexa pecked her lips once more before getting up from the bed to grab her clothes, leaving her back on full display, allowing Clarke to see the marks her short nails left there last night. Now dressed with her boxers and shirt from last night she turns around to look at her girlfriend, who was looking at her biting her bottom lip. Lexa groaned. "Don't do this to me, I'm trying to focus on bringing you some food."
Clarke laughs. "I'll be waiting."
Not even 5 minutes after Lexa went to make breakfast, Clarke started to feel nauseous again. She closed her eyes for a second trying to avoid this feeling, but when her nose caught the smell of bacon in the stove, she had to jump out of the bed and run to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach on the toilet.
And that's how Lexa found her nearly 15 minutes later. Clarke looked up at her with worried eyes and that's when they both knew they needed to go to the doctor soon.
She was pregnant.