Lexa wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She blinked owlishly, trying to kickstart her brain into forming an answer. Finally, she smoothed sweaty strands of hair back from her wife’s forehead. “My love, that’s just not how this works. You know that.”
“Oh. So now you’re telling me what I know?”
Blowing out a breath, Lexa quite literally bit her tongue to stop herself from laughing. “No, Clarke. I just mean that this isn’t something we can undo.”
“In other words,” Raven cut in, wincing as Clarke shouted and squeezed her hand again, “No takesies backsies on the baby. No returns allowed.”
For a long moment, there was no talking. Clarke hissed and groaned and shouted and glared at her wife.
Once she relaxed again, Lexa pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips. “I know this seems never ending but you’re doing so well!”
“The next time Xander asks for a baby sister,” Clarke groaned and shook her head sleepily, “It’s your turn, Lex. I’m a one and done for experiencing the miracle of birth!”
Day 6: Trick or Treat from Clextober2020 featured Clarke, Lexa, and Xander!!
Most days, Clarke really loved her job. As a detective, she solved crime that tore families apart. Sometimes she even worked on finding a missing kid. Those days were her favorite. The days where she can find a missing piece and make a family whole again, she loved those days.
Her work as the head of the Polis PD’s Search and Rescue was just as important. Sure, those stories took tragic turns more often than she’d like. Still, she wasn’t ready to give that up yet. She had more helicopters to jump out of before she could even consider giving it up!
But when her work took her away from her family, she hated that. Seeing Xander’s shoulders drop when her phone rang, knowing it meant Clarke had to head to a crime scene or the precinct, she hated it. She knew the little girl was proud of the work she did, but she knew Xander struggled with sharing Kork with others.
It wasn’t often that Clarke pushed her team to the breaking point on missions but that Halloween, she did just that. She’d been able to talk to Lexa and Xander briefly the night before. Lexa made her promise to just be safe, a promise Clarke was ready and willing to make. But then Xander had taken the phone from her mother and told Clarke it was okay if she had to miss Halloween to save someone. She would understand.
And dammit, Clarke didn’t want the six-year-old to have to understand.
She never spoke the words out loud but she’d made a promise to Xander that she’d try her hardest to get home in time to get dressed up and take her trick or treating.
The mission and debriefing really hadn’t been too bad. Maybe that was because Clarke had been given an excuse to leave early though. Needing an x-ray or two was a good way to get out of the boring bits of the job.
Nursing her side, Clarke slowly made her way up the front walk to Lexa’s house. She hadn’t officially moved in or anything but since most of her stuff was there, she might as well have. It was only a matter of time before it was official anyway.
Reaching for the doorknob, she whimpered when she found it locked. Her keys were in her pocket, reaching for them meant moving muscles that had been strained and possibly jostling bones that were bruised. Biting her lip, she breathed heavily through her nose as she dug into her pocket for the keys.
She had to take a few seconds, blinking back tears the whole time, before she slid the key into the lock.
Once inside, she slowly made her way to Badas’ kennel, letting the puppy into the backyard for a little while. She pulled a Gatorade from the fridge, taking a long drink from it before she reached in for the lunch meats. A quick sandwich before an even quicker shower seemed in order.
Badas was ready to join her inside just as she finished her drink and sandwich. He ran to the door, skidding to a stop just before he bashed into the glass, and sat down. Clarke slid the door open, greeting the puppy with scratches to his ears.
“Come on,” She said as she turned toward the living room.
Normally she and Lexa didn’t let him up on their bed. There were times when exceptions were made though, including Clarke feeling like she’d gone white water rafting without the raft.
Badas jumped onto the bed and settled at the foot, lazing onto his side with a grumbled sort of sigh.
“I feel you, buddy,” Clarke muttered as she shuffled by. She grabbed the first set of comfy clothes she spotted in the closet, knowing full well the shirt was Lexa’s and she was only going to stretch it out. She smirked at that. Lexa had a thing for her stretching out her shirts.
The shower wasn’t as quick as Clarke had planned. The hot water spraying at her from the side jets and falling onto her head from the rainfall head... well, it seemed like just what the doctor would have ordered had the doctor known she had access to such wonderfulness.
Soon enough though, Clarke turned off the water and prepared for her first sleep in a real bed in over a week. The cot in her tent had not been the most comfortable. She toweled herself off, pulling her hair up into a messy bun, and pulled on the clothes.
As soon as she exited the bathroom she was snorting out a laugh. Badas was doing his best impression of a starfish. The puppy had grown a great deal in the months since she and Xander had found him in the forest. Clarke knew he still had more goring left to do and he was already huge.
“Better make room for me,” Clarke said as she lifted the blankets. When the puppy only groaned and huffed at her, she slid her knee up onto the bed and shot a glare his way. “Badas, I will fight you. You do not scare me.”
More grumbled huffs came her way, but at least this time the puppy sat up, allowing Clarke to get her legs into the bed. He watched her, and though she may have imagined in her sleep-deprived mind, Clarke was pretty sure he narrowed his eyes at her.
Clarke waved off his grumbling, already half asleep. “I fell down a fucking mountain, Badas. Leave me alone!”
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The next thing Clarke knew, she was being gently shaken awake. She opened the eye not buried in the plush pillow, immediately smiling sleepily when she spotted Lexa leaning over her.
“Hey, you,” Clarke whispered, her voice scratchy and huskier than usual. She lifted her arm and scooted back a bit on the bed, eager to feel Lexa pressed against her. “I missed you.”
Lexa obliged without needing to be asked. She slid right into the bed, smiling when Clarke’s arm dropped over her, her hand rubbing at her back. She leaned in, eager for a kiss. It always seemed like she was never convinced Clarke was actually home unless she was given a kiss.
Even three-quarters of the way asleep, Clarke responded to the kiss right away.
“Love you,” Clarke whispered, her hand pulling at Lexa’s back, urging her closer until their legs were tangled and Lexa’s arm was draped over Clarke’s side too.
That was when Lexa noticed the grimace on Clarke’s face when she touched her. And then she spotted the small cuts on her face and neck. She leaned in and kissed each one she could see.
“So… you fell down a mountain?” she asked.
“I was pushed down a mountain,” Clarke corrected, not even bothering to open her eyes. Her hand squeezed Lexa’s hip. “I’m fine, love.”
Arching a brow and pushing herself up onto her elbow, Lexa reached for the hem of Clarke’s shirt. She eased it up. When she spotted the purple and black bruises, she bit her lips. As carefully as she could, she leaned down and pressed soft kisses over the injuries.
“What happened?” She asked as she settled again.
“Fucking Finn,” Clarke bit out. She opened an eye then and pouted. “He’s such a little bitch. Bats he can handle with no issue. The bugs in caves? No big deal to him. But a bumblebee? A goddamn bee buzzing around his head and he turns into the biggest wimp on the East coast.”
Lexa bit back a smile. She nodded and waited for more ranting. It didn’t come though.
“He ran from a bee?”
“He fucking shrieked and ran like he was being chased by killer bees!” Clarke replied. She rolled to her back as carefully as she could. “And did it matter that I was in his way on the path? Do you think that mattered?”
Lexa shook her head and leaned her head on her hand. “No, I don’t suppose it did.”
“It’s been months since I got hurt on a mission. And this time, it wasn’t even the mission!”
“I know, love.”
Clarke groaned and turned her head so she could meet Lexa’s eye. “I could kill him.”
“You’ll have to get in line behind Raven, Octavia, Anya, Lincoln, Kane, your mother, me and Xander.”
“You’re pretty far down that list,” Clarke cocked a brow.
Lexa shrugged. “The others know where he lives. I haven’t been given that information yet.”
Laughing quietly, Clarke clutched at her ribs when they pulled a little. “I did try to not get hurt though. I want that noted!”
“You’re okay? Other than scrapes and bruises?”
“A couple of bruised ribs and strained muscles,” Clarke informed her with a whine. “I’m on desk duty for, like, a month now. I’m going to make Finn clean and sanitize every single piece of equipment in our inventory. Twice! And then I’ll have him disassemble all of our weapons and clean them too.”
“Clarke.”
Shaking her head, Clarke stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend. “Then, when I’m done with him, I’ll send him to the precinct so Kane can use him too.”
“You don’t have to go tonight, you know that right?” Lexa said softly, reaching to cup Clarke’s face. Her thumb moved back and forth along her cheek. “Xander will understand.”
“I don’t want Xander to have to understand.” Clarke replied quickly. “What time is it?”
“About half four.”
Nodding, Clarke pulled herself into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard. “Okay. So I have an hour and half to get ready.”
“Clarke, my love,” Lexa breathed and shook her head. “You can stay here.”
“I’ll take some of the pills the doc gave me, spray on some lidocaine stuff and I’ll be good to go.”
Lexa chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. Then she sighed. “What are the chances I’ll be able to talk you out of this?”
“Slim to none,” Clarke replied. She puckered her lips. “Now give me a kiss and help me out of bed. We’ve got costumes to put on!”
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Trick or Treating started at six o’clock sharp. Clarke had managed to finish getting ready ten minutes before the family of three piled into Lexa’s SUV. They drove to the big houses first, Clarke eagerly sharing all the best spots to get the big candy bars with a giddy Xander in the back seat.
She wasn’t wrong about a single house. Xander’s candy haul was massive.
Soon, they ended up at Abby and Kane’s house, the agreed upon meeting place for their friends and family for the night. Abby hosted a costume party every year, offering a gift certificate to a spa to the winner of the costume party. Making their way around to the back yard, Xander took off at a sprint when she spotted Declan and Mags on the impromptu dance floor Kane had set up.
Clarke found herself pulled into the house and up to her old bedroom.
“Are you planning on having your way with me?” She husked as Lexa pushed her inside.
“Yeah, right,” Lexa replied with a laugh. She pulled Clarke’s pills out of the little purse that was part of her costume. “It’s time for you to take some more pills. And,” She pulled out the lidocaine spray, “To reapply this.”
Fifteen minutes later, and only after Lexa agreed to a quick teenage-style make-out, they rejoined the party. This time, Raven and Anya, Lincoln and Octavia, and the rest of their friends were there. As soon as Raven spotted them, she threw her head back and laughed loudly.
“No way!” She breathed before she started laughing again at the sight of them. “No fucking way!”
“Swear jar!” Xander and Declan shouted at the same time, holding out their hands as they raced toward her.
The sight of Xander in her costume was Raven’s undoing. “This is the greatest day of my life. Where’s Abby? Clexander wins this year. Hands down. No way there are better costumes here.”
Lexa looped her arm around Clarke carefully before pressing a smiling kiss to her cheek. She motioned for Xander to join them, each of them placing a hand on her shoulder.
The picture Octavia snapped of them became one of their favorites.
“What?” Clarke asked as she arched a brow. She grinned at her family. “Haven’t you ever seen a goomba just chilling with Princess Peach and Princess Daisy?”
Hi. Just started “(just a) little of your love”. I enjoy it immensely. Thank you for sharing you incredible talent. Not the first fic of yours I read and I’m so happy that it’s not the last either🙂
Hello!!
Thank you 😊 LoYL is my baby!! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it!! I revisit that AU regularly when I have time to just chill and write. I can’t wait to get back to it...
It takes place just a few weeks after the end of (Just a) Little of Your Love, before the epilogue. Clarke is called out on a mission and, once she’s done, Lexa wants to be there to take care of her.
For once, Clarke doesn’t need the hospital though…
