That night we ended up falling asleep in each others arms on the couch. I was the first to wake up. I looked down at the sleeping brunette in my arms and smiled widely. I kissed her forehead and sighed happily. She looks so beautiful and relaxed.
A sudden wave of nausea broke me out of my thoughts. Careful to not wake the sleeping beauty in my arms, I tried to get up and rushed to the bathroom. I had barely gotten there, when I fell to my knees and emptied my stomach content into the toilet.
"Baby?" Lexa asked concerned as she walked into the room. Before she got the chance to say anything else, I was throwing up again. She rushed to my side and gently rubbed my back, while holding my long blonde hair behind my back.
When I was done, I got up to rinse my mouth. "Are you alright?" Lexa asked. She put a hand on my forehead, frowning. "You don't seem to have a fever. How are you feeling?"
"Fine, I guess." I told her, shrugging. "I felt nauseous when I woke up, but it's over now." She looked at me worriedly.
"How is that possible, Clarke? You just spent the last half an hour throwing up. The only reason you'd be fine now was if you-" she interrupted her little rant. "Oh," was all she said. In a matter of seconds, I'd seen many different emotions flash over her face; first confusion turned to realization, excitement, then worried and finally guilt.
Guilt? I asked myself. Guilt is not an emotion she should be feeling about me throwing up. That doesn't make sense. The only reason she'd feel guilty is if she'd gotten me pregnant, but that's not possible since she's a girl. I looked up at her, my eyes being drawn to the picture of both of us with Harper and Jasper. My eyes widened as I looked her in the eyes. "NO!" I exclaimed loudly.
She bit her lip and avoided my gaze, not saying anything. "No!" I said again, shaking my head. Tears sprang to my eyes. "No, this is not possible." I was suddenly starting to feel out of breath. Panic filling me completely. I could feel myself shaking.
"Baby," Lexa exclaimed, rushing to me and pulling me into a hug. "Calm down, baby, you're going to give yourself a panic attack." She picked me up and sat me down on her lap on the couch. Gently rocking me side to side, whilst whispering comforting words in my ear.
"This can't be happening right now, Lexa. I'm seventeen years old!" Tears were rushing down my cheeks.
She wiped them away. "Technically, you're-"
I didn't let her finish that sentence. "I don't care about technicalities, Alexandra! I can't be a mother. Not now. I'm too young. I'm not ready."
"You're going to be fine, Clarke." She tried to reassure me. "I'm here with you and I'm not leaving. You'll be a great mother, just like you are to Harper and Jasper." She pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry this isn't great timing, but we'll figure it out together, all right?" I nodded, slightly calming down. "How about I go call your mother to schedule an appointment and see if you're actually pregnant first, okay." She made a move to get up, but I tightened my embrace on her, not ready to let her go. She kissed the tip of my nose. "Or I'll make the call here, while cuddling with you." She said chuckling.