The Legacy You Left With Me

AN: This is my first fanfic , so please be gentle, all mistakes are mine. please enjoy!

Prologue

Three months, that's how long it has been since she died. Three months of grief, three months of heartache, three months of feeling lost. Her last words play on repeat in my head, constantly bringing me back to the day I lost the love of my life. To the day her fight became over and in a way so was mine.

"You were right Clarke; life is about more than just surviving"

I don't know how I can be right, since I am trying to survive everyday without her. Even now in this moment, a moment I should be sharing with Lexa. A moment that should be one of joy and excitement, but instead is one of sadness and pain. "Clarke? Did you hear what I said?" I look up at my mom; her face is a mixture of concern, shock and pity. "You're pregnant." I sit on an exam chair in the medical word trying to wrap my head around what is happening. I heard her the first time she said it, I just couldn't comprehend what was being said. "How?" Of course I know how it happened, but my mind is in shock. A baby, I am having a baby and not just any baby but Lexa's.

My mind flashes back to the moments before her death. The only time we didn't have to worry about our people and what was best for them. I was not wanheda and she was not heda, we were just Clarke and Lexa, finally consummating our love. If only I knew that would have been our first and last time. If only I knew that would have ended in her giving me this last gift. My mom just looks at me confused, like she doesn't know if she should answer the question or not. "Sweetie, I k….." "How!?" I cut her off screaming, "How could this happen? How could she do this to me?" I start to break down, tears running down my face. I let out a sob as I feel arms encircle me. "sshhhh….It's ok let it out, everything is going to be ok." My mom whispers in my ear, as I buried my head into her neck. "How am I supposed to do this without her?" I sob into my mother's neck. Mom starts to rub small circles on my back, and continues to do so until my sobs turn into quite whimpers.

She pulls back from my body and looks me in the eyes. "Clarke… there are options, you don't have to do this." Her words rattle around in my brain and I immediately reject the idea. I couldn't do that; I can't get rid of the last part of her that I have, that is currently growing in me. "No, this is all I have left of her mom."She goes back to hugging me then "Lexa loved you Clarke and I know she would have loved this baby also." More tears slip out of my eyes as I think about the life I could have had with Lexa. Finding out I was pregnant, both of us being shocked and excited and a little bit scared about how we could raise a child when our people are on a brink of war, but it wouldn't matter. We would have worked twice as hard to create peace not only for our people, but for our child, so they could live a life without pain and death surrounding them.

I imagine going into labor and her being protective and strong while secretly nervous as I bring our child into the world. I picture looking over while resting after giving birth, seeing her hold our child close to her chest and whispering how much she loves them. I know Lexa would have been a great nomon, teaching our child how to be a great warrior, protecting them from the dangers of the world, putting their needs above all others.

The images of the life that could have been, that should have been just break my heart further because the reality is I am alone. Our child will never know the comfort of their nomon, will never see the greatness that she achieved all in an attempt to create a better world. I will never be able to see her face light up after seeing our baby for the first time. The tears come rushing out faster. "You will get through this Clarke, don't be afraid." Hearing mom say that just reminds me of Lexa dying whispering "don't be afraid" to me as she lays there bleeding out. Even in her last moments she was trying to comfort me. The truth is I am afraid. I'm afraid I will fail this child as I failed Lexa.

AN: Who else was super sad about what happened on 3.07. I cant believed they killed her! I was so upset I decided to write this little number, don't worry about how Clarke got pregnant, for the sake of the story just go with it. Anyway let me know what you think so far and if I should continue. I promise it will get better and be a happy ending