Lexa pov:
I walk with Clarke through the market, stopping every other step. And between my wife who is interested in everything she sees and my children running, puting their noses in all the stores, I doubt that we have advanced more than ten meters since we started. A tug on my coat makes me look down, where Charlie looks at me with those two big emerald green eyes.
"What's up, champ?"
"Nomon, over there is the damn harpy." He points with his finger towards the saleswoman in the store.
Costia, sorry the harpy, opens her eyes wide and glares at us furiously. Clarke looks at us surprised, also angry. "Charlie Griffin kom Skaiktrikru!"
"Mommy, but she doesn't have horns like in the drawing you made." Madi tells her, with childish innocence.
Clarke stares at me and I shrink. "Honey ....."
"Lexa kom Trikru!" Everyone in the market turns to us, seeing how the commander is reprimanded by her wife. "How do you let your children of five and six years old say such things!"
"Well, they have good reasons." She looks at me angrier and I recoil. "Okay, okay. Kids, that was wrong." She looks at me once more, before continuing to walk through the stalls. I kneel next to my children, who look at me sad because their mother got angry. "Very good, little ones. If you find the dead fly and yell at it, I will give you whatever sweets and cakes you want."
They look at me smiling and run to look for her. I smirk at Costia, catching up with Clarke. She looks entertainingly at the different paintings that are in the stall. I take her by the waist and kiss her forehead. She looks at me still angry and I give her a smile. I give her a pick and her brow unfurrows. Another, and the daggers disappear from her eyes. Another, and she keeps me glued to her lips, deepening the kiss."
"Nomon, I found the dead fly, I win!" Madi shouts.
Clarke breaks away, looking so furious it looks like she's going to explode. I shrug my shoulders, pretending to be innocent. "And why are you looking at me?" There is no fun for me tonight.
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"Shall we save something for Mommy?" Charlie asks, finishing eating a piece of candy.
"It's a good idea, she might forgive me." I say taking Clarke's favorites.
"Is Mommy mad at you?" Madi asked worriedly.
I purse my lips. "A little, little one. But you'll see that she gets over it."
"Doesn't eating sweets will make her more angry?" She asks, pointing to the table full of sweets.
"Probably. That's why you must keep the secret." I take another piece of cake, taking a big bite.
"Secret." They both repeat in unison, attacking the sweets again.
Some will say that I am a terrible mother, others that I use them as an excuse to eat sweet things. Okay, we're having a blast. Too bad Anya and Raven aren't here, they would have supported me against Clarke.
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Clarke pov:
I perfect the sketch I just made with charcoal frowning. Lexa will drive me crazy one day. And if she continues to spoil them like this, may God save us. For Heda, no wait she's Heda. For all the Hedas except my wife, hopefully karma will give her back! It's not until now that I realize I'm muttering it through my teeth.
The door opens and I immediately know that it is her. "Klark ....." I ignore her, continuing the drawing. "Princess." She sits next to me. "Hodness."
"What do you want?" I blurt out without looking at her.
"Are you mad?" The question only makes me angrier.
I glare at her and she bows her head, understanding perfectly. "Not at all."
"Well, I brought you your favorites." She hands me a box with my favorite sweets. "The children are already sleeping."
I take them, eating one. "Let it be the last time, Lexa kom Trikru, that you allow such behavior."
"Yes, dear." I roll my eyes, finishing the drawing.
She pouts at me and I please her, giving her a chaste kiss. "Is that tart flavor?"
"No?" She answers, starting to walk away. "I sleep on the couch, right?"
I sigh. Patience, God. Give me a little. "Yes."
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Four years later ....... ..
Lexa pov:
I watch Madi seriously train with other kids her age. She is quite good, maybe better than me at her age. She definitely inherited the character from both of her mothers. Charlie jumps into my arms, climbing on top of me. He's a restless ass, he always has to be doing something. He kisses my cheek and rests his head on my shoulder. In that he is similar to Clarke, who is just as loving and seeks physical contact most of the time.
Madi disarms the other boy, winning the fight. "Well done, Madi." She smiles at me running to my side, knowing it's time to go home.
"Mochof, Heda."
"Very well, champ. You are already too heavy so nomon can't carry you all the time. Down." I put him down and he looks at me sadly, taking my hand. "Your neck is stained." I bend down to clean the paint stain on his skin, tickling him.
He inherited my wife's artistic taste, painting daily with her. I love to watch them both immersed in their work, trying to always perfect them. I ruffle his blonde hair as we walk towards the tower. They both talk about everything they have done in the day, what they learned, how irritating Titus is, oh no, that's me.
The guards smile at us as we walk through the hallways. Finally we arrive at Clarke's studio, or rather her art room. We enter without knocking, finding her concentrated in a landscape. Charlie sneaks in ahead, watching with a critical eye as well. Madi stays by my side, both of us patiently waiting for them to finish. It is useless trying to convince them to go to dinner without finishing the painting.
Mother and son discuss the arrangements, both being satisfied. Clarke wipes her hands and kisses my lips, smiling sweetly at me. She takes Charlie's hand, not being able to carry him anymore, and we all head to the dining room together. This is where I really enjoy my family after a stressful day.
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Clarke pov:
I finally lay down on the bed, Lexa's strong arms wrapping me instantly. "How was the meeting?" I whisper, yawning during the question.
She yawns too, infected by me. "As you suppose, horribly. Luckily Anya returns with Raven in two days from Ton dc, at least she will give the war council some coherence."
"Mom called on the radio, asking when we will take her grandchildren to see their grandparents."
"Ughhh, I hate Arkadia. Especially after the day that you know." She says hiding more in my neck, making mention of the birth of Charlie.
"I don't like it either, but I miss my parents. Please." She looks at me trying to resist, but ends up sighing and agreeing. I kiss her lips chastely and we both smile. "I also want to see Octavia."
"Since she goes out with that Lincoln we don't see her much."
"No, hodness. I doubt that even Lincoln spends much time with her, the one who spends all her time is Indra."
"Ah, true she became her second."
"Anyway, when can we go?" I move, keeping my head at her height.
She closes her eyes, too tired to stay open. "I must finish this with the ambassadors and we can go for a few days. Otherwise, you and the kids should go alone."
"You know I like it better when you're by my side."
She approaches and joins us in a sweet kiss. "I am weak for you, Klark."
I smile. "I love you too, Lexa."
THE END
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