Clarke sunk against the wall opposite the door. It had only been a few minutes after Lexa had left, but she was already feeling the separation- the deep burning feeling in her heart which continuously called "come back"
She rolled her eyes at herself, conscious of how needy and reliant she had became on Lexa. Although, she wasn't the only one. The now two year old dog that was once a small puppy sat beside her, tail sunken to the ground, big round eyes staring relentlessly at the door.
It seemed that Atlas had that same feeling.
She lent her head back, dragging a gentle hand over the swell in her stomach. Her heart seemed to flutter at the feeling, and she couldn't help the small curl in her lips, daydreaming of the future.
The handle of the door turned, no squeak or whine in the fresh new mechanisms. Clarke's hand shot from her stomach, slapping down onto the light wood of the floor. Atlas's head jumped at the sudden sound.
Lexa emerged from behind the door, glancing curiously down at Clarke and Atlas together. She let out a small laugh, balancing the bow from her shoulder in the corner, along with her quiver of arrows.
"What are you doing on the floor, Clarke?" She questioned, adjusting the bag of game on her shoulder.
Clarke grinned and pushed herself up from the floor, a hand shooting out to grab her as she wobbled.
"Just waiting for you" She said, noticing the full bag on Lexa's shoulder "I take it you got lucky out their today?"
"Don't I always?" Lexa said, making her way into the kitchen and dumping her bag on the table.
"You do" Clarke peeked inside the bag before letting out an exasperated sigh "I'm starving!"
"Clarke you ate before I left" Lexa mumbled digging through a cupboard for herbs.
"I know" Clarke chirped
"Clarke do you know where the rosemary is? I remember it being next to the oregano..." Lexa's voice grew more distance as she searched further into the cupboard.
"Lexa?"
"Clarke there is so much garlic but no rosemary? I picked some only a few days ago!"
"Lexa!"
Lexa jumped back out from the cupboard, turning to face Clarke, bright green eyes wide with curiosity. Clarke knew when Lexa gave her those eyes, she had her full attention. She smiled.
"Lexa, you remember how we were talking to my mom and Raven?"
Lexa sat against the table, brows slightly raised "Yes, Clarke"
"It worked"
There was a pause. A long, drawn out, silent pause. The brunette tilted her head, thoughts racing. Clarke watched on with a smile, awaiting Lexa's reaction.
"You... it..." Lexa stuttered on her words, her own tongue betraying her "What?"
"Lexa, I'm pregnant"
Clarke watched her mothers hands as she adjusted the Petri dish in her hands. Raven stood, arms crossed, watching statistics on her newest design with a look of pride in her eyes.
"Who would have thought I'd be building an advanced IVF lab just for you, Princess?"
"In vitro fertilisation is a procedure which uses a sperm and an egg, Raven." Abby mumbled in concentration "This... uses two eggs"
"Sounds complicated"
"It is" Clarke muttered
"Well forgive me Wanheda, I'm a little rusty in biology" Raven put a hand on her shoulder "How are you going to get a baby without any spunk Doctor Griffin?"
Clarke rolled her eyes, watching her mother place down the Petri dish and turn to Raven.
"I've had a theory that if I were to take two eggs, I could merge the nuclei together and trigger a fertilising reaction through the use of-"
"Okay, that's enough biology for me!" Raven interrupted "I'd prefer to stick to my gadgets and doo-dahs"
"I thought you might" Abby chuckled, as adjusting the papers on her lab desk "Ready to try this Clarke?"
"Nope" The blonde shrugged her shoulders "let's do this"
"You're pregnant" Lexa repeated
"Thats what I said..."
It was a curious sight. To see the cogs tick and turn inside Lexa's mind, simply through her clear glassy eyes. Her shirt dipping as her heart pounded, pink crawling up her neck in an anxious blush. Suddenly, as if a spirit of air clapped her soul to life, she moved forward.
The brunette took her wife in her arms, gently as if to not harm her, as if she were the most fragile thing in her life. Her touches were gentle as she caressed the smallest bump below Clarke's shirt.
"How long have you had her for?" Lexa whispered. Clarke drew back her head to meet her eyes.
"Lexa, how do you know it's a girl?"
"My heart whispers the truth, Clarke"
Clarke smiled at the tall brunette before her "Oh really?" She leant her head on Lexa's chest, leaning in and feeling her weight be taken in by two strong arms and steady feet "What else does that heart of yours say?"
Lexa's heart pounded against her chest, and yet, a laugh seemed to vibrate through her ribs in a frenzy of joy. Clarke ran her hands up and down the smooth skin of her arms in hope to calm the poor commanders heart.
"It is scared, I do believe, Clarke" Lexa whispered
"So is mine" Clarke whispered back
"But" Lexa ran her hands over the silky blonde hair of her wife "I couldn't think of a better way to feel fear"
Clarke let out a giggle into Lexa's shoulder, something that the commander had hardly heard- and her face twisted in confusion.
"Lexa?"
"Yes, Clarke?"
"I'm still hungry"
"Oh!"
Lexa released Clarke immediately, rushing to her game bag to begin cooking her pregnant wife's next meal. Atlas followed on her heels, hungry for scraps. The blonde took a seat at the table, head propped up on her hand as she watched the most violent of warriors swerve around the kitchen in a sense of comfort.
This was no battle field, Lexa was no warrior in those walls.
This was their home, and Lexa- a mother.
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I'm aware that this one is short. It's the best I can do given my circumstances at this moment and time. I just know I've promised updates for too long and given nothing.
There will be more chapters, hopefully. I'm just very busy at the moment and life is really stopping me from having any time to sit down and write.
Anyways! I hope you enjoyed, vote if you did.... and of course comment if you see mistakes or just wanna chat.
Thank you for your patience, part two of the epilogue will be up as soon as possible.