One week later

Clarke looked around the room, meeting the eyes of all of her friends before finally locking on the emerald gaze of her wife.

Two days after her surgery Clarke was finally cleared to be discharged from the hospital, much to her relief. The blonde had insisted to Anya that she wanted to stay in a hotel instead of staying with her, claiming that she needed time to herself to think. The past week her thoughts had been filled with nothing but her baby and what occurred over the five months. Clarke was so sure that Lexa was doing better. Getting to know her. Maybe even close to remembering certain things.

But she was wrong.

Of course she was angry the first few minutes of seeing the newspaper article, but after Lexa's explanation she felt her heart shatter. She couldn't blame the brunette for seeking out someone who was familiar to her. Someone that wasn't trying to change her. The walk from Lexa's office to the elevator that day had made Clarke realize just how stupid she had been. She was pushing memories on Lexa without even caring if she was comfortable. She had pushed them onto her without even thinking if she wanted to hear them in the first place.

She realized that she had basically backed her into a corner and didn't give her the option to voice if she even wanted to remember. And it made her feel worse that Lexa had told her she loved her. Lexa, this beautiful, memoryless woman who she called her wife, still loved her even though she backed her into a wall and didn't give her the option to voice her opinion on the matter of her memories. She took Lexa for granted. Tried to turn her into someone that she didn't even remember, and maybe never wanted to. But through all that, Lexa still found a way to love her. How was still a mystery to her, something that she would need to talk to the brunette about.

But they had more important matters at hand. Those matters being the small group of friends that sat quietly in her living room as they waited for someone to speak.

Clarke's eyes drifted to her lap where she fiddled with the hem of her shirt before letting a sigh pass through pink lips,"Someone's going to have to talk eventually. This needs come out."

From the corner of her eye Clarke could see Anya shift in her seat next to Raven,"Lexa…why didn't you tell us about how you were feeling? Why did you let us continue to push things on you when you didn't even want us to?"

Lexa's jaw clenched as she met her sister's gaze across the coffee table,"Everything in my mind was a mess. When you were all telling me stories from the past years I could see how happy each one of you were. Especially you and Clarke. I felt…selfish for thinking that I didn't want to hear about who I was before I lost my memories. I didn't want my happiness at the cost of all of yours'. I could already see how much pain I caused Clarke every time I couldn't remember something she told me about. I couldn't bare to tell her that everything you all told me only made me more confused. More…nervous. I thought I needed to make you all happy, but I only realized I was pushing myself into somewhere dark."

By time the brunette was done speaking everyone was looking to the ground in shame.

"Then I got angry. I didn't show it, but I was. I was being thrown into a life that I didn't remember and none of you seemed to care that I might not want to remember that part of my life anymore. You just kept shoving memory after memory at me without thinking about how I felt," Clarke watched with heavy eyes as Lexa fisted her hands tightly in her lap,"That why I took Costia's deal. Even though she knew I was a different person than I was in college she didn't treat me like I was. She let me be me. The person that I am right now. For the past five months, while you were all pushing things on me, she let me talk through my confusion. Tried to help me out of the dark place that I was. She never once tried to force anything on me. She just let my mind take it's own path. Helped me figure out…,"Lexa slowly trailed off.

"Helped you figure out what, Lexa?" Lincoln asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

"Helped me figure out my feelings. I was so confused because in my mind I was still in love with Costia but my heart kept pulling me towards Clarke. I was stuck in two placed at once and she seemed to be the only one willing to help me out of it."

Raven sat on the edge of the couch as she looked Lexa over,"How could we have helped you if we didn't know how you felt? I know we were in the wrong for not seeing that something was clearly wrong with you, but it doesn't help anything if you don't talk to us, Lex. We would have understood that you needed to work things out. You weren't selfish for not wanting to hear about a life you didn't remember. If anything we were selfish for pushing it on you without even asking you about your feelings towards the matter."

Clarke's heart clinched at her friend's words. She was right. They were selfish. She was selfish. After Lexa's accident the only thing that Clarke seemed to care about was making Lexa remember. To remember their life. Their love. Their child. But she didn't see what it was doing to Lexa. And it struck her. She had drove Lexa to Costia. All because she couldn't see that something was clearly amiss with her wife's feelings and emotional state.

"It was my fault," Clarke whispered as she let squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears away.

She felt Octavia's hand settle on her shoulder,"What was your fault?"

Clarke steeled her gaze and sifted it up to catch Lexa's,"I drove you to Costia. It's my fault. I basically pushed you to her because I didn't see what was happening to you. I was wrong to be angry because you didn't do anything wrong. You ran to the one person who wanted to help you through what you were dealing with because I didn't. I see that now. I'm so sorry."

Lexa was quick to stand from her position on the love seat and fall to her knees in front of Clarke. The brunette rubbed her hands soothingly over her knees as a few tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and down pale cheeks.

"Hey, calm down. It's okay. We've all done some shitty stuff over the past few months. If anyone's to blame it's everyone one of us. There's not one person innocent in this including myself. My memory loss doesn't count as an excuse for the pain that I put you through by going behind your back and seeing Costia. I should have realized what that would do to you but I was too clouded by my confusion to care. I should have told all of you how I was feeling, but I didn't. And I screwed up a lot of shit because of that. I hurt you and broke my sister's trust at the same time. I…I told Anya I wanted to see Costia at least once. I thought seeing her once would help clear up any lingering feelings, but I kept seeing her. Even after she confessed to cheating on me back in college I still wanted to see her. She just…listened. I know you would have listened if I had told you how I was feeling, but I was stupid and I didn't."

Clarke sniffled as she listened to Lexa. Everything was just so fucked up. Everything was a mess.

"You aren't the only one who drove Lexa to Costia," Anya said quietly causing all heads to turn in her direction,"Like I told Lexa back in the hospital, I've been nothing but a bitch. I pushed her to be with you without even giving her time to process her feelings or emotions. I guess my wanting her to be with you only made her want to see Costia all the more, and I was right. You're not the only person to blame, Clarke."

A look of hurt flickered over Clarke's face at the confession,"Anya…"

"But that's not all I was angry about," Anya said as she met Lexa's gaze.

The brunette's face scrunched in confusion,"What do you mean? What else were you angry about?"

Anya audibly swallowed and shifted her gaze to the floor,"The night of your accident, after you saw Costia, you called me. Told me everything that happened and what you said to her. I got angry. I was angry because you forgave her for breaking your heart. You thanked her for breaking your heart. I just…I was so angry because you just let her off the hook for something that hurt you so bad. Yes, you had Clarke right after, but I could see what it did to you. I watched you for months. Drinking until you passed out when you thought no one was watching. Do you know how many times I carried you out of the bar because you had one too many and finally passed out in a booth? Costia did that to you! She hurt you and I couldn't bare to see you like that. When you finally starting letting Clarke in more I was so relieved to see you finally going back to who you were before Costia. Before the drinking. And after your accident, when you said you only wanted to see Costia, the rage I felt for her…I took it out on you. I've been taking it out on you this entire time because I couldn't fathom why you wanted to see someone who hurt you so bad even if you didn't remember it."

Clarke's eyes widened at her words. During the second day of her stay in the hospital Lexa had all but pushed her way through Octavia and Raven stating that she only wanted to talk to Clarke for a few moments only to end up staying two hours that seemed to stretch on for days. In those two hours Lexa had explained her talk with Costia, not skipping a single details, as Clarke listened with open ears yet trying to keep her face void of any emotions. So it didn't come as a shock to her to hear from Anya about her little chat with Costia but the fight between the sisters was other news to her. She had sensed Anya's overwhelming frustration with the woman and merely pushed it aside as her way of coping with what was happening around her, even if it didn't seem like the best way. But now, hearing this, she finally understood the obvious anger that would come forth from the older Woods sibling most of the time Lexa was around.

Over the span of the five months Anya hadn't been the best sister. While still being supportive as best as her seemingly careless nature would allow she had always given a cold shoulder to Lexa. Taking Clarke's side at any little spat that may float between them which in turn made her feel guilty for causing a rift between them, but now she completely understood the hidden rage that laid beneath the older woman's words each day. Not that she fully agreed with her anger though. She wanted nothing more than Lexa to have Anya's full support and love but it wasn't like she could force Anya to hand it over on a silver platter with a smile.

"What happened next, Anya?" Raven urged her gently as everyone waited for her to continue speaking.

Anya sighed softly as she looked at Lexa,"We yelled at each other for a few minutes. You even told me that it wasn't like you accepted to be her friend or anything. Just that you forgave her because she drove you to Clarke. I…I was still angry though. I couldn't stand the thought that you actually just forgave her so easily. After us yelling at each other for a good few minutes you said Clarke was calling and that we would talk it over later because you wanted a peaceful night with her. I was so angry that I just hung up. No goodbye. Nothing."

Clarke listened intently and watched as Lexa's face turned sour at the mention of their fight.

"When Clarke called me…even though she told me you were stable I still couldn't help but know that something wasn't right. I just felt it. And when I got there and all you said you could remember up to was right before you found Costia cheating on you. The only thing running through my mind was that the universe couldn't throw a bigger curve ball at us. When…when you said you loved Costia…I only thought about our fight and what she did to you. It brought anger out of me that I shouldn't have unleashed on you. Not with the condition you were in, but I couldn't help it. I was a royal bitch and wasn't giving a flying fuck about how I could hurt you."

Lexa stared at her sister deeply. The repressed feelings that she had been hiding rising in her chest with every little word. By the thickening of Anya's voice when she got to Lexa's accident the brunette could tell that her sister was deeply upset. The only thing that she could think of that would have upset the woman was that, not knowing Lexa's exact condition before arriving at the hospital, the last moments she could have possibly had with her sister were of them fighting. Clarke could feel the air become heavy with the confessions, most of their little group deciding to keep silent as the sisters talked.

There was so much more that they had to talk about but, with the street lamps glaring through the living room windows, Clarke knew that it was time to wrap this up. The emotions were already running high and a good night's sleep would have everyone refreshed and ready to talk more later. There was plenty of time to talk now that everyone was finally on a single level and ready to hear each other out.

"I think that's enough for tonight. This," Clarke said as she glanced between Anya and Lexa,"Has been more strenuous then we all thought. It would be best if we all gave ourselves the night to think and pick this up later."

Everyone around her nodded, the emotional toll showing clear on their faces even though they all knew they had barley scratched the surface of their problems. But they would take this one day at a time. And, as Clarke said goodbye to everyone from the front door, she couldn't help but smile at the fact that maybe, just maybe, they could all work through this together and finally be the family that they were meant to be. Clarke quietly closed the door, leaning against it with a small huff of air, before making her way back to the living room where Lexa patiently waited for her on the couch.

Clarke stood awkwardly in front of the couch, neither her nor Lexa making eye contact,"I guess it would be best if I left. Maybe we can talk again tomorrow."

Before she could even take one step a warm hand was gripping onto her wrist. Looking back Clarke saw her wife's emerald eyes peering up at her with a look of desperation.

"Stay. Please. Don't leave on my account."

Clarke swallowed past the lump that had formed quickly in her throat before looking down at Lexa's hand that wrapped around her wrist. The warmth that surged through her fingertips was all to familiar and sent a tingle down Clarke's spine. Staying might not have been the best choice in her head at the moment, but her body, and heart, screamed for her to stay. With a slow nod Lexa finally released her wrist and allowed Clarke to take a seat next to her on the couch.

Maybe staying didn't seem like the best option, but if she were to look back five years from now, she would know that staying with Lexa was possibly what put them back into each other's arms.

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Shift in POV (Lexa)

Lexa's breathing stuttered as Clarke took the spot next to her. Their knees brushed against one another as they shifted no the couch in the awkward silence. There was so much buzzing through her mind. Things she wanted to tell Clarke. So many things that she couldn't seem to find the voice to express them.

"What made you realize that you loved me?"

Lexa's heart froze. The simple words flowing from the blonde's lips sent her into a mild state of shock. Out of all the things that they should be talking about, Lexa thought that this one was the furthest thing from Clarke's mind. But apparently, as she had been for the past five months along with everyone else, she was wrong. Lexa could feel the blue eyes boring into her face as she struggled to form words, to best explain how her feelings had unknowingly surfaced over the five months time.

Suddenly shifting her body, Lexa faced Clarke and gazed into her eyes. Instead of speaking Lexa took the blonde's hands and raised them in the air, palms facing towards her, before placing her own open palms against them. She let them rest there for a moment, watching as blue eyes skimmed over their touching fingers, before slowly interlacing their digits and keeping them in the air.

"Everything about you. I just didn't know it until I realized how much you were on my mind. How I couldn't stop thinking about you," Lexa whispered.

Clarke stayed silent. Choosing to let the brunette continue instead of interrupting, in fear that if she did she would stop talking.

"Your laugh. It was like little bells ringing through my ears that I just couldn't get enough of. Mesmerizing."

LINE

Tiny giggles came from the bedroom as Lexa made her way upstairs after a long day at work. She wasn't overly surprised to not find Clarke lounging on the couch with her laptop editing pictures as she had been doing for the past few days. When the first giggle rang from upstairs Lexa raised an eyebrow and quietly made her way up the stairs.

Now, walking down the hallway towards the bedroom, the giggles grew more frequent and louder. The bedroom door was wide open, inviting her in with the smell of lavender and roses. Taking cautious steps inside Lexa glanced around the empty room before seeing the bathroom door cracked open. As she made her way over she could clearly hear Clarke's giggles and tried not to smile as she pushed the door open the rest of the way. But the sight before broke all concentration and had a bright smile breaking out over her face.

Clarke giggled happily once more as she cupped a handful of bubbles from the tub and proceeded to blow them into the air, causing multiple bubbles to fall around her. The sound coming from her lips was magical, almost child like. Carefree and alive. Leaning against the doorframe Lexa cleared her throat as Clarke yet again blew more bubbles into the air.

"Should I leave you alone with your bubbles? You seem to be having an awfully wonderful time together."

Clarke jumped slightly at her voice, water splashing around the tub as she ducked a little lower into the warm water,"Jesus, Lexa! What have I said about sneaking up on me! You're going to give me a heart attack!"

Lexa simply shook her head before making her way over to the tub, eyes catching the bright blush blooming along Clarke's cheeks. Kneeling down, Lexa grabbed a handful of bubbles and pretended to study them closely.

"I didn't know bubbles were your guilt pleasure. You should have told me sooner."

The brunette then blew the bubbles towards Clarke's face, who quickly swatted them away with a contagious laugh. That started an all out bubble war. Clarke and Lexa's laughter echoing around the bathroom as bubbles flew in the space around them.

LINE

Lexa looked over to Clarke, eyes shimmering at the happy memory, but simply stayed silent. And she knew that as her cue to continue.

"Your eyes. They give away so much. Just the amount of emotion they could hold. Something I knew I could become lost in if I stared long enough," Lexa spoke as she lightly traced her fingers down Clarke's temple.

LINE

"Let's go ahead and take a look at your little one."

Lexa watched, anxiousness creeping into her chest, as Dr. Patel squirted a bit of gel onto Clarke's rounding stomach and gently ran the probe across it. Her eyes darted from Clarke to the fuzzy image appearing on the screen. A few moments of silence passed before Lexa felt the air escape her lungs, a startled gasp that she wasn't even sure was her own resounding through the small room.

"There's your baby. Perfectly healthy with all awn fingers and toes," Dr. Patel stated to the couple.

As Lexa started at the screen, the black and white image of their baby keeping her gaze, eyes mesmerized by what was to be the most precious sight, she felt the warmth of a hand clasp around her own and hold on tightly. Her emerald gaze lingered on the image of their child a moment longer before tearing away and meeting eyes with Clarke. The passion, fire, love that floated around her blue eyes astounded Lexa.

The crystal blue shimmering with the faints of tears, happy tears, as her eyes stayed locked on Lexa. The eyes of her wife grounding her to the very spot she stood in as she felt the emotions that reflected in her blue orbs transfer to her. She felt every little spark of emotion. Felt the heady gaze of Clarke boring into her soul with such love she found it nearly impossible to contain.

Those blue orbs just called to her. Put her at ease. But lit her afire at the same time. So mesmerizing.

LINE

Clarke's hand found her's and removed it from her temple. A pang ran through Lexa's heart at the fear of overstepping some invisible line but it quickly diminished as Clarke interlocked their hands, resting them gently on her lap.

"Tell me more," Clarke rasped.

Swallowing thickly Lexa's eyes scanned over the blonde,"Your happiness. How contagious it is. When your just happy no matter what's happening around you. The way you dance when you just can't contain your happiness."

LINE

Lexa stepped through the threshold of the front door, lazily kicking off her shoes after a hard day at work. As she shrugged out of the blazer donned upon her shoulders the faint smell of cookies wafted through the air and she could barely make out the sound of music. Following the grumble of her stomach towards the enticing aroma Lexa made her way towards the kitchen, the music getting louder as she neared.

Silently turning the corner into the kitchen Lexa paused in her stride at the sight before her. Clarke, wearing a simple grey shirt and blue jeans, had her back to her as she mixed something in a bowl, her body swaying in time with the music floating from the bluetooth speaker on the counter. Leaning against the doorframe Lexa watched, amused, as the blonde shimmed her hips to the beat before continuing to stir the bowl, her body still softly swaying. She watched on for a few more moments before walking over to the kitchen island and taking a seat at one of the many bar stools. Resting her chin in the palm of her hand Lexa simply stayed silent, a smirk plastered on her face, and continued to watch Clarke.

The song drowned out, fading into a new one, more upbeat than the last, causing Clarke to swing her hips with more enthusiasm. Lexa could barely contain her laugh as the photographer began singing lightly, raising the spoon to her mouth as a makeshift microphone. Quickly composing herself Lexa decided that she had enough of letting her wife unknowingly embarrass herself. Chin still in her palm, Lexa loudly cleared her throat, causing the spoon in Clarke's hand to clatter onto the counter as she whipped around, hand to her chest.

"Dammit, Lexa! What the hell are you doing here?"

Lexa chuckled deeply,"Last time I checked I lived here."

"Haha very funny. You almost gave me a heart attack!" Clarke said before picking up her discarded spoon.

"Are you going to give me an encore? It was a pretty entertaining show," Lexa said with a smirk.

A large blush crept up Clarke's neck as she glanced at the spoon in her hand and back to Lexa,"You wish you were only so lucky."

"Come on. Just one more song," Lexa urged as she stood from her seat and began making her way around the counter, advancing towards Clarke.

The blonde quickly began backing up, spoon pointing at Lexa almost as a makeshift weapon,"Don't even think about it Woods. You go back to your seat or I'll give you a good swat with this spoon."

"That's no fun. I just want to hear you sing…and watch that thing you did with your hips," Lexa teased.

"No, no more singing. Or dancing. I didn't know anyone was watching."

Lexa noted the obvious happiness chipped into Clarke's tone and felt herself smile as she still stalked towards the blonde. She watched the muscles under Clarke's jeans tense before she suddenly rocketed from her spot and towards the kitchen exit, Lexa hot on her heels. Little jingles of giggles flowed through the house. Happiness floating around and coating every surface as the couple chased each other around the house, lost in their own little world. Happiness that Lexa hadn't felt since waking up after her accident. And there was only one person to thank for that.

LINE

A small smile pulled at the corner of Lexa's lips as she heard Clarke giggle lightly at the memory. Her hand, still tangled tightly with Clarke's, tightened momentarily to grasp the blonde's attention once more.

"There's so many things that I never realized had me falling for you, things that I'm sure made me fall for you the first time around even if I can't remember it. But, when I was with Costia, the day I realized how I felt, there was one thing that stood out from all the others. Something that just sent my heart blazing with so much love that I didn't think was possible."

Blue eyes narrowed in thought and Lexa smiled softly. Her eyes flicked down a moment before darting back up, her hand now resting on the swell of Clarke's belly.

"You…talking to our baby. I-I was overcome with so much emotion. You whispered little words of love and just…everything sent all the nerves in my body afire."

LINE

Lexa's eyebrows furrowed as the bright sunlight shone through the bedroom windows, casting early morning rays across her eyes. Not moving, the brunette blinked her eyes a few times to adjust to the light before fully opening them.

"I can't wait to hold you. Watch you sleep soundly in my arms."

At first Lexa thought she was hearing things until her eyes drifted up and saw Clarke leaning against the headboard, hands rubbing soft circles on her rounding tummy.

"I'm sure your aunt Raven and aunt Octavia will try to steal you from me, but mommy won't let them have you. They're too bad of an influence," Clarke whispered, amused.

Lexa's eyes snapped shut as the blonde turned her head towards her, more than likely checking to see if she was still asleep. Hoping she wasn't caught, Lexa waited until Clarke continued talking to open her eyes again.

"And your momma…she may not remember everything right now but she loves you. So much. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know that I know about the little onesie she bought that says 'Momma's Little Warrior' on the front. She already things of you as an ass kicker, but you have to prove her wrong. I need you wielding a camera or paint brush, not a sword."

Lexa fought the smile from her face at the small laugh that past through Clarke's lips, still silently watching, eyes never leaving the swell of her stomach.

"Your sleeping so peacefully and you have no idea just how much everyone already loves you. But there's no one who loves you more than your momma and I. Nothing will ever change that. You just keep growing and you'll be able to feel all that love as soon as your born."

Clarke lifted a hand to her mouth, placing a kiss to her fingers, before placing it to the top of her stomach. The gesture sent Lexa's heart aflutter. No longer wanting to pretend that she was still asleep, Lexa slowly raised a hand to Clarke's tummy and rested it over one of Clarke's. The photographer's head snapped in her direction, eyes wide, before slowly relaxing and letting a kind smile slide over her features.

"How long have you been awake?"

Lexa's thumb gently rubbed Clarke's stomach through the fabric of her shirt before inhaling slowly,"Long enough to know that I'm pretty sure you won't let me buy the baby a play sword to train with."

Clarke threw her head back with a laugh, her tummy moving gently with her giggles. The morning sun floated around her causing the bright beams to make her hair a golden halo around her face. Lexa watched the vision of beauty as she continued to trace her thumb across her tummy, before continuing to listen as Clarke once again began speaking to their baby.

LINE

"Lexa…," Clarke's eyes were wide with the amount of passion coursing through the brunette's tone as she spoke.

"There's so much damn stuff that made me fall for you, but I couldn't see that myself. I was stupid. I was selfish. I let myself be happy with you while also letting myself be happy with Costia. I never once thought about what it would do to you, to us, if you knew I was seeing her. And what's even more fucked up is that while I was trying to figure out my emotions between the two of you, I couldn't see that I knew the answer almost from the beginning. In the end it was Costia that made me realize how I felt about you. She knew, even before she met with me, how much I loved you, even if that feeling was buried deep inside me."

Lexa worried her bottom lip, trying to spur herself to continue with her words.

"And that made me feel horrible. I…I let someone I used to love think that it might be a possibility that I could fall in love with her again. I took both of you for granted. I used you both to figure out my feelings without thinking of what it could possibly make both of you feel."

Lexa's head fell forward, her hair curtaining her view of the world around her. Her body jolted slightly as she felt a warm hand press against her cheek and urge her head back up. Raising her head slightly Lexa came face to face with a teary eyes Clarke.

"I'm not going to deny that I was angry with you seeing her behind my back, but don't you dare feel ashamed for trying to figure out things. Yes, you could have come to me and told me you were struggling, but I should have seen it from the beginning. I was so keen on keeping you remember everything that I didn't pay attention to how you must have felt or how confused it all made you. I wouldn't have stopped you from seeing Costia if that would have helped you work things out. I just wish you would have told me," Clarke said quietly.

"I know. I'm sorry. I never should have seen her behind your back."

A small silence settled over the room for a moment,"Did you…did you sleep with her?"

Lexa's eyes widened as she watched a stray tear slip down Clarke's cheek. Chest hurting, Lexa wrapped her arms around the woman and brought her close as she wiped away the salty tear.

"No, no! Clarke, the only thing we did was talk. We always met in parks or like quiet restaurants. I never once went to her place or took her here. There was only talking. No kissing or-or anything!" Lexa rambled.

A sniffle sounded from the woman in her arms before she felt her snuggle into her chest,"So nothing happened? Not even a little kiss on the cheek?"

"No. I promise you, Clarke. Nothing happened," Lexa said, understanding the blonde needed the extra reassurance.

"What about how you feel for her? That picture in the paper…you both looked so happy."

Lexa gently pushed Clarke away and cupped both her cheeks,"Before that picture was taken we were talking about you. That smile that I had, that was because I finally realized what I felt for you and that I was finally going to tell you. Tell you everything. About my feelings, my seeing Costia. I knew that it would more than likely hurt you because I was seeing her behind your back but I didn't want anymore secrets between us. I was ready to tell you everything because I knew I didn't want to hid it any longer, no matter how much I had to work to make it up to you. You're worth it. I have no feelings other than friendship for Costia. Every little ounce of love that I have goes to you and this baby…and maybe a sliver goes to our friends and my sister."

That spurred a watery laugh from Clarke. Strong thumbs brushed away fallen tears as Lexa stared into the blue depths of Clarke's eyes. Searching them for a moment the brunette hesitantly leaned forward and, when her wife made no move to pull away, connected their lips. Clarke sighed happily into the kiss and wrapped her arms tightly around Lexa's neck, pulling her impossibly closer. Lexa's own hands found their way to cupping the blonde's jaw and tangling into golden locks. They allowed the feverish kiss to linger a few moments before slowly pulling away, heated breath mingling in the space between them.

"We have a lot more to work through, Lexa, but I have no doubt that we can get through this. Just, we need to not hid anything from each other anymore. No secrets, no holding back emotions. I tell you everything and you tell me everything," Clarke said breathlessly.

"I think I can agree with that."

Clarke's tongue darted out to smooth over her lips,"Good. Same goes with everyone else. We still have a lot to work out with all of them and I'm sure that's going to take quite a while before everyone isn't moping around like little puppies, but we'll get through this. We just all need each other."

Lexa nodded, silently agreeing, before resting her forehead against Clarke's and shutting her eyes. Maybe things were starting to look up. Yes, she had a lot of problems that needed to be resolved with her sister and friends, but for now she was content. So far everything was out in the open, letting the bitter sting of realization settle in. No longer being hidden behind coward emotions. Letting everyone think that nothing was wrong. Maybe now Lexa had a chance to move forward, finally almost free from the darkness that had surrounded her since waking up in the hospital.

And, as she sat there holding Clarke, another realization hit her. Anya had been right. If her memories never returned to her then she would make new ones. Now, thinking back to the five months filled with her friends and Clarke, she realized that she was already making new memories. Precious memories that she would hold dear to her heart, hoping that they wouldn't disappear like the last ones. Protecting them at all costs.