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Chapter 1
Chasing The Impossible
Officer Woods arrived home Monday evening to a busy house filled with laughter, chaos, and babbling. The family golden retriever greeted the woman, wagging his shaggy tail, his pink tongue falling out of his mouth in a slobbery mess.
"Hi, Zorro. How you doing pup?" She asks the crazy beast who jumps up to lick her cheeks. "Okay, okay. Glad to hear." She pushed him back down and proceeded up the stairs to the kitchen and living area.
The house of course was a mess of people and things, looking completely different from how Lexa and Clarke left it that morning.
"Mama!" A small voice squeaked from the shuffling of movement in the kitchen. Soon enough four-year-old Finlay was running into his mama full force in one of his welcome home bear hugs.
"Hi, baby! How are you?" She asked the small boy, lifting him onto her hip and walking into the kitchen entirely, smiling at Clarke who tended to the final parts of dinner.
"Mama, I read a book to mommy with no mistakes!" He said proudly, his toothy grin coming through as dimples appeared on both cheeks.
"Good job, little man. Soon enough you'll be writing all the children's books in the world." This earned a giggle from the small blonde before he proceeded to wiggle free and run over to his sisters.
Lexa took the opportunity of having no children jump her to circle her arms around Clarke's hips, kissing the woman's neck and nuzzling into the blonde hair that she fell in love with years ago.
"Hi, baby." She said, her voice indicating the hard day at work she has had. Clarke knew that the woman's work was rather draining sometimes, especially when some of the cases she deals with involve little ones.
"Hi, Lex. I missed you today." The blonde said, earning a smile as she leant back slightly and turned her head to the kiss the slightly tanned skin of her wife.
"I missed you too. Were the kids good?"
"Yeah, I got home from my shift about two hours ago. The twins were holding down the fort as usual, and everyone was doing homework while Indie hung out in her play pen." Clarke turned off the burner that was heating the mashed potatoes, finally turning fully around to face Lexa.
"Oh yes, how is the little rascal?"
"Go check yourself." Clarke nodded to the high chair where two-year-old Indie was gladly babbling to herself while she shoved peas into her mouth and the table top of her chair.
"Hi, silly billy!" Lexa said excitedly, making the youngest of her children squeal in delight. This in turn made the brunette laugh as her daughter bounced in her seat. "Look at that gorgeous cut you got there." There was a reason they nicknamed Indie, Rascal. She was always getting into or doing things she wasn't supposed to, often bringing injury upon herself. Three days ago she took a nasty fall after attempting to climb out of her crib in the middle of the night. The whole house was awoken by her cries and both parents made the un-expected trip to the ER where the little girl received five stitches along her temple, and a heavy dose of painkillers that had knocked her out for the whole weekend. Today she was the most responsive, which was great for everyone to see.
"Peas – Ama!" She hadn't quite grasped the idea of Lexa's name having an M in front of Ama. Some days she could pass for saying Llama, which led to some strange looks in public.
"Lucky girl." The brunette said, taking one and tossing it in the air. She caught it in her mouth making the small thing in the chair squeal again. She then proceeded to throw peas around, pretending to catch them liking her "Ama".
Clarke sighed past a laugh at the table, "A new trick, Lex? Thank heaven's for Zorro." As suggested, Zorro was scrambling to eat the fallen peas, taking great pride in his "vacuum" like skills.
"How was work, mama?" Rowen asked as she took Finlay's cup and her's to get some water from the tap.
"It was good, Munchkin. How was school?"
"Good. I don't know why everyone hates Mondays. I love them." The little girl said.
"Because you are our weirdest kid, Miss Rowen." Clarke said, kissing the eight-year-old blonde's head as she passed, placing the food on the table for everyone to eat.
"Mama's going to kill you." Sophie said from her place in the kitchen where she and her twin brother sat.
"Who am I going to kill?" Lexa inquired, looking to the sixteen year olds. Jude glanced up and revealed the blue and purple cheekbone that covered his tanned face.
"Really, Jude?" She asked in dismay, stopping Clarke from rising with the cups and going instead, knowing very well the blonde has been on her feet all day.
"Boxing can be aggressive. I didn't think this could happen."
"Because only a dumb-nut like you could let it happen." Sophie remarked, earning a glare from both of her mothers.
"Be nice." Lexa warned. "How did this happen?" She asked Jude, taking the cup of her last kid who hasn't spoken once since she arrived, and the sippy cup of Indie.
"I was doing some speed punches, and I guess my face got in the way." Sophie laughed at that, and Clarke couldn't help herself. She snickered as well.
"I honestly can say I'm not surprised." Lexa said, finally getting laughs from the table as Jude shook his head in dismay.
"Hi, Will." Lexa finally greeted as the table settled into their own conversations. The introvert twelve year old grinned from across the table, prodding at her mashed potatoes.
"Hi, Mama." She said back, a smiling reaching her lips but not her eyes.
"How was school?"
"It was okay." The girl replied, Lexa glancing at Clarke who gave her the look that said they would speak later in the privacy of their room.
"Ama ahhh!" Indie squealed from her seat, taking both mothers attention away from their quietest child.
"I see you, rascal. What are you doing, chunky monkey?" Lexa pinched the puggy toes of the two year old who giggled.
"Peas! Peas! Peas!" She said proudly, bouncing with each word.
"Mom, I need a poster board from a project." Jude said from the opposite side of the table, gaining Clarke's attention.
The whole house existed with a vocal rumble, making the noise constant, and the lighthearted behavior permanent. The children spoke from all ends, sharing opinions, smiles, laughter, and jokes. Chunks of bread were tossed between siblings making the mothers call a time out on the food tossing before it turned into a full scale food fight, which had happened on many occasions.
Tonight's dinner was like many of their dinners, however it made both Clarke and Lexa realize with each passing minute just why they wanted such a large family. Each smile, each giggle made life perfect, and that's all they could have ever asked for.
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"Come on Stinky One and Stinky Two. Bath time!" Clarke said as Lexa got to work on the dishes with the twins. Willow and Rowen went to their room to entertain themselves before bedtime.
The doctor got to work in the bathroom, undressing the two and four year old while preparing the water temperature. She pulled down the showerhead and had the two sit on the tub floor while she rinsed them and began to wash their blonde hair and pale skin that matched hers.
She smiles while she does the messy work of cleaning the little ones, shampoo suds landing on the walls and her as the kids become sillier with their after dinner energy. All their kids acted the same at bath time. None were indifferent because the whole family loved water and grew up finding bath time as the best time. Of course they grew out of requiring help and soon Finlay would want to shower like the big kids leaving Clarke and Lexa with their last little one.
All their kids grew up too quick for their liking, probably linking them to the reason why the had so many in the end.
Sixteen years ago Lexa carried their first child. Or so they thought. The prospect of twins was overwhelming for the couple, especially when they arrived three months earlier than planned, and Sophie came as a surprise. Jude was the baby they saw on the sonogram, and after he arrived Sophie made her grand appearance, making both moms nearly lose their shit on the spot.
Non-the less, they adored the tiny infants, and everything that they were.
Jude Hunter Woods was a loud, rambunctious baby with chubby legs and light brown hair and gentle blue eyes. His sister, Sophie Lena Woods, was gentle and quite, with darker hair than her twin and blue eye to match his. Neither of the two had Lexa's curls, but they both had her head strong behavior and were only pleased when they got what they wanted.
They chose to have their third child before the twins began school, the four year olds seeming well behaved at that point to listen and help instead of cause and trouble with a new baby around. Once again Lexa carried the baby, an anonymous donor being their route again since they were more than happy being the only parents of their kids.
At 8 and half months, their third baby arrived, not making a peep and only crying when the doctors forced it out of her. She was small in all aspects, unlike her old siblings who were small but lanky at birth. Her hair colour fell between Jude's shade and Sophie's. And her eyes were a deep blue.
Willow Marley Woods grew to be the quietest of the bunch, not saying much but proving to be the one who loved to cuddle the most. If either Lexa or Clarke wanted to hold a kid for a little while they could turn to Willow, because she always seemed to need it and want it more than any other kid.
Another four years after their third kid and Clarke decided she wanted to experience the whole carrying and nurturing during the nine-month period. She completely shifted desires when the baby kicked her like it was playing soccer, and moved endlessly through the night. Lexa had named the baby swimmer because she moved way more than any of their other kids.
At exactly nine months, Rowen Ella Woods came in with a bang, wanting to come a tad too quickly and nearly being born in the car and not the hospital room. Poor Clarke never got help for the pain but she managed and Lexa was never prouder of her girl until that moment.
The blonde hair, green eyed girl was obsessed with water, swimming in the bathtub and jumping into swimming pools before she could even say the word "water" properly. Half of her childhood she was pruned from swimming so much and at eight she aims for winning some of the greatest competitions she could achieve.
With the last memory of pain she experienced after Rowen, Clarke wasn't sure why she agreed to hold their fifth child, but four years later their they were expecting their next kid.
Once again, the baby arrived on time, proving to be the largest at birth with his seven and a half pounds of pure chubbiness.
Finlay Benjamin Woods had curled tufts of blonde hair and bright hazel eyes that both mothers described as yellow in the sun. He was goofy and adored story telling, wanting to read everything he could from picture books as an itty bitty toddler, to short pictured stories at four.
Two years after Finlay, Lexa knew something was missing in their family and convinced Clarke to try for one more. However Lexa came up as infertile, breaking their hearts. Clarke saw how broken her wife was, despite having five kids already she knew the woman only wanted a large family to fill the emptiness she felt as a little girl. Clarke gave her wife the gift of carrying their very last little one, Lexa not even comprehending how much love she had for her wife, especially since she knew Clarke had some of the worse morning sickness, and overall discomfort during her pregnancies.
Clarke took the carrying of baby number six as a champ, giving birth to a little girl at seven months. The little baby had blonde curls and light grey eyes, her firework personality being present a solid week after she arrived.
Indie Storm Woods (Jude begging to pick the middle name because he loved her eyes and thought they matched) was fearless and was the quickest of the six to learn how to walk, babble, and somersault.
Clarke and Lexa took pride over their family. They were the moms to six beautifully healthy children, all who have grown to show their own spirits and unique personalities. They were a strong family with courageous souls, all aiming for greatness, and all chasing what could be considered impossible to the others outside their family name. For in the Woods household, impossible was a myth, and reality was a gleaming light against the shocking brightness of dreams.
Hello 100 fans! I can't wait for you to get to meet the Woods family and follow them on their journey through life. In case the ages and names get confusing I have listed them below.
If you aren't into the idea of Lexa and Clarke's characters outside of the 100 world then I am very sorry and I hope to write one based in the actual location of the TV show, but for now I hope you enjoy this modernized Clexa fic.
Jude Hunter Woods - 16 years old
Sophie Lena Woods - 16 years old
Willow Marley Woods - 12 years old
Rowen Ella Woods - 8 years old
Finlay Benjamin Woods - 4 years old
Indie Storm Woods - 2 years old
Zorro Woods ( THE DOG ) - 3 years old
Lexa Woods - 40 years old
Clarke Griffin-Woods - 40 years old