A/N: First and foremost I would like to apologize for how long this update has taken. I knew when I started this story I would only be able to update every two-three weeks. Now this would've worked fine, but when I finally had a chance to write and update my computer was broken. This is the first chance I've had to write since my computer was fixed. Thank you all though for the support! Enjoy!
Clarke POV:
I really shouldn't have been so surprised when the teacher told Lexa and I we would be sharing a hotel room. I mean it made sense. We were both women so there was no need to put us in different rooms.
I shouldn't have been that surprised either when we walked in and there was only one bed. All the parents were told that the children would be sharing a bed so of course that would apply to the chaperones too.
Yet I'm still sitting here on the bed in shock.
After arriving to the hotel we all dropped our stuff off in our rooms. Then we had pizza in one of the ballrooms downstairs. After that Lexa and I made sure all the kids were settled in their rooms. Back in our own room, I took the first shower, and now Lexa was.
A few minutes later Lexa came out in a pair of sweatpants and a simple black bra, while drying her hair off with a white, fluffy hotel towel. Her skin is honey tan and glowing, and she has one of those just barely there six packs. I tear my gaze away from her muscular body, instead looking at my watch to check the time, while she ruffles through her bag looking for something.
"Clarke, do you have an extra shirt I can borrow? I forgot my night shirt."
My mind stumbles as I try to think about anything besides Lexa. "Uummmmm, Oh! I have an undershirt, will that work?"
"Yeah that's fine," she says, walking over towards me. As she sits down on the bed next to me, I get up. I go and grab the shirt out of my bag, and throw it to her.
While she puts it on, I look down at the time again.
"Ready to go check on the kids again, Lexa?"
"Yeah, let's go," she says, as she finishes pulling my shirt on.
We work our way down one side of the hallway and back, turning off the lights and saying good night in each room. Lastly, we said good night to the guard who was to make sure the kids stayed in their rooms.
Then we went back to our room.
At this point curiosity about Lexa and her lack of ring and her secretiveness about it were killing me. I sat on the bed, while she did a few things. When she came over to the bed and started getting her side ready I finally asked.
"So?"
"So what?" she said.
"You said you wanted to wait to tell me something until we were in the hotel room, and I'm dying to know."
"Oh yeah," she said, looking very unexcited.
"Hey, I promise I won't judge. It's ok you can tell me."
She's silent for a few moments, and I can see conflict in her eyes as she tries to decide what to say.
"Ok. I don't really know why I'm telling you this. I've only really known you for a day, but I feel like I can trust you, and I really li-like think I can trust you, which I don't normally do."
My heart flutters, thinking of how that last sentence could have ended. I push away the thought though as she starts talking.
"I was never married in the first place."
"Oh so he was just your boyfriend, like Finn was to me?"
"Well no. He was a she."
I inhale sharply, and she flinches.
"No no, it's ok. Continue. Please." I urge.
Hesitantly she starts up again. "Costia. Costia and I were together for a while. After three years we decided to look into getting a child. We decided to look for a male donor rather than adopting. Costia wanted to actually have the child, and I wanted her to be happy. It took us about six months to find and decide on a donor. Then Costia, she was pregnant. She was so happy to have this little life inside of her. And then, when Anya was born, there was a complication, and she…she didn't make it…"
Tears leak out of her eyes, and she looking down at the bed, trembling.
I crawl closer to where she's sitting on the bed. I pull her face up gently with cupped hands, and then I kiss her.
