Hello! This is my very first fic. I figured it should be about Clexa. And babies.
Lexa rushed into the room, bruised and battered from a run in with the ice nation's troops. She let out a strangled laugh at the sight before her. Exhausted and untroubled, her wife sat on her bed with a bundle in her arms. A soft smile graced the woman's features. She slowly walked to Clarke's side and sank down on her knees near the bed. The blonde was practically radiating sunshine.
"It's a girl," Clarke smiles. Lexa peered down into the bundle of furs in wonder. Her eyes widened as she stares at the sleeping form of her daughter. She was beautiful. Of course she was. With little fists tucked into her sides, she was the most adorable thing Lexa had ever seen. Wiping the blood from her hands on her sides, Lexa carefully takes the little bundle in her arms. Her daughter let out a sound that caused both of them to giggle.
"What shall we name her?" Lexa asked, looking up into a sea of blue.
"I was thinking… Anya," her wife whispered back. The look of shock on the commander's face made her back pedal. "Or not! We don't have to name her Anya," Clarke said quickly.
"No… It's perfect," Lexa breathed out with a smile. The blonde never ceased to amaze her. A pale hand rose to rest on her cheek. Her thumb brushed away unfallen tears. Green eyes fluttered as the simple touch that instantly made her heart beat faster. It made her wonder if she was dreaming.
Soon enough, the rest of the gang tip toed into the tent. Abby cried as she held her granddaughter for the first time. Lincoln and Octavia laughed as the baby made noises in her sleep. Little did they know that Octavia's belly would start to swell soon. Bellamy almost tore up at the sight of his best friend's daughter.
It was a memorable day. Grounders and Sky people alike celebrated the news of the child for weeks to come. But no one else would remember this day like Anya's mothers.