A/N: This takes place in a universe where Jason Rotinhell didn't kill off Lexa and where she and Clarke got married sometime after Arkadia sorted its shit out and threw Pike to the Grounders. Also, no ALIE or City of Light bullshit is being dealt with here. Doubt I'll ever even mention it at all.

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Clarke rolled her eyes in disdain as two ambassadors sitting across the room from one another argued back and forth about…something. They had been bickering for nearly the entirety of this meeting and she had lost track of what it was they were yelling about now. She huffed to herself and propped her elbow on the arm of her chair as she rested she rested her cheek in her palm. Her eyes briefly flicked over to where Lexa sat upon her throne, content to not intervene just yet.

The corner of Lexa's mouth twitched, giving away the fact that she knew Clarke was staring at her. Clarke stifled a grin that was threatening to show itself. Of course her houmon would know when she was being ogled.

Her focus was ripped away when she heard a loud crash and whipped her head around to see the ambassador of the Rock Line Clan jump out of his chair and rush towards the ambassador of the Plains Riders Clan, his expression livid. He had moved so forcefully and suddenly that he ended up flipping his chair back as he leapt out of it.

Before he could even reach the Plains Riders ambassadors, everyone else was up out of their seats and trying to separate the two, Clarke among them. Before she could even have a chance to get in the mix of thrashing bodies, though, her head began to spin and she swayed on her feet. She blinked in order to clear the spots from her eyes, but it was no use as they rolled to the back of her head. The last thing she heard before her vision went completely dark and her body hit the ground was Lexa calling out for the guards stationed outside the doors.

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As she neared consciousness, Clarke felt a cool, damp cloth gently dab at her forehead and cheeks. She lightly groaned and forced her eyes to open.

"Clarke, you're awake," Lexa said, a mixture of relief and worry evident in her expression.

"Hey," Clarke husked out in greeting. She noticed that she was laying on something incredibly soft and comfortable and realized that she was in her and Lexa's bed. Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "What happened?"

Lexa placed the damp cloth on the edge of the bed and sought out the blonde's hand, intertwining their fingers together. "You fainted."

"I…what?"

"You fainted," she repeated. "The Rock Line and Plains Riders ambassadors were having an argument which quickly spiraled out of control and nearly turned violent. Everyone rushed to help separate them, yourself included. One moment you were fine, but the next…you had collapsed on the ground." Lexa swallowed down a lump in her throat. "Please do not scare me like that again. I didn't know what had happened to you."

Clarke squeezed the hand that was grasping one of hers and reached up with her free one to wrap around the back of her wife's neck and tug her down to connect their lips. The kiss was soft and sweet, enough to convey to Lexa that she was well and alright now. When they parted, Lexa gently nuzzled her nose against Clarke's, making the other woman grin.

"Well, I can see that you're clearly awake now," a voice sounded from the doorway. The sudden intrusion caused them to spring apart like startled rabbits, though Clarke scowled at the interrupter when she realized that it was her mother.

"Was that completely necessary, Mom?" She was unhappy that the moment she and Lexa had been having was now gone.

"I wouldn't be your mother if it wasn't, honey," Abby smirked at her as she went through the process of checking her daughter's vitals while Lexa stood off to the side in order to give her room to work. The Commander was incredibly grateful that her houmon's mother had been in Polis temporarily in order to relay some updates on Arkadia and to visit Clarke. Polis healers were some of the best in all the 12 clans, but they were still not up to the standard of a Skaikru doctor. She wanted none but the best to take care of the love of her life.

"Dr. Griffin—"

"I would think that we're past such formalities by now, Lexa," Abby interrupted. "I think you can call my Abby. After all, you have been married to my daughter for well over a year now."

"Of course," she conceded. "Abby, what exactly was wrong with Clarke? Why did she collapse?"

Abby looked between the two of them, a smile blooming on her face. "You're both very lucky that this occurred while I was visiting or you would've had to wait a little longer in order to find out."

"Find out what?"

She turned her gaze on her daughter. "My guess is that you haven't been eating right or sleeping properly as of late, but do you remember that procedure you had me perform about four weeks ago?" She watched as the blonde frowned in thought before realization dawned on her.

"You mean—"

"Yep."

"I'm—"

"Yeah," Abby nodded. "You are. I was able to do a quick blood test to confirm it."

Lexa kept glancing between mother and daughter, confusion etched on her features. "I don't understand," she said slowly. "Clarke is what?"

Leaning down to press a kiss to the blonde's forehead, Abby said, "I'll leave to give you both some privacy and let her tell you." She then walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

When Abby left, Lexa sat back down on the bed beside the blonde's hip. "What's going on, Clarke?"

"You know how I went to Arkadia about a month ago when you were stuck in Polis and I told you that I had a certain complicated procedure done?" Clarke smiled as she said her next words. "Lexa, I'm pregnant."

It was almost comical at how fast her wife's jaw dropped open and her eyes widened. Her expression was one of pure shock and astonishment, but as she turned her gaze onto Clarke's still flat stomach, it morphed into one of awe. Hesitantly, she reached out a hand and carefully placed it on her abdomen.

"You are pregnant?"

"Yeah, Lex."

"There is a baby in there right now?"

Clarke chuckled and settled a hand on top of the one resting on her stomach. "Our baby is in there."

Lexa laughed in disbelief. "I still do not understand how your mother was able to perform such an operation like this, but I guess it doesn't matter does it? All that matters is that our child is now growing within you."

"Honestly, I still don't even know all the science behind it. Mom just needed DNA from you and me and she mixed it all together and bam! We got this little peanut to worry about."

Lexa shook her head at Clarke's nickname for their baby before kicking off her boots settling on her side, curled against Clarke. Their joined hands remained on her stomach for the time being as they shared sweet kisses. Though they weren't bouncing off the walls in excitement, the feeling was there nonetheless. They were simply content to not burst their quiet, loving bubble.

"Thank you for this wonderful gift, ai hodnes," Lexa murmured as she nuzzled closer to her wife. "You honor me greatly by choosing to carry our child."

"Ai hod yu in, Leksa," Clarke told her.

"I love you too, niron."

Trigedasleng Translations:

Houmon: wife/spouse

Ai hodnes: my love

Ai hod yu in: I love you

Niron: beloved/loved one