A/N The story is almost complete and I'm sorry for making you guys wait so long for this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS LATER

Lexa's POV

"Heda! Heda!" you hear Lincoln yell.

"What is it Lincoln?" you ask as he finally comes into your line of sight. Whenever he calls you Heda, something is up.

"Clarke, she's," he does not get to finish as he pants, clearly having run the whole way to get you.

"What happened to Clarke?" you ask alarmed. "Speak quickly Lincoln."

"Nothing bad, she just went into labour."

"Labour. Why are people making her work?" you shout angrily.

"No Heda, labour is the Skaikru term for giving birth."

"Jok," you say before sprinting off to the med bay. Lincoln follows, but you easily outpace him to see the birth of your child.

You and Clarke have been in Arkadia for two weeks now, and your stay was to be over in another five weeks. Well, that was the plan, just in case Clarke gave birth late. But, she had been almost right on time, and you might leave Arkadia earlier than expected. However, you were not going to return to Polis just yet; you still had one last surprise for her.

You make it to the med bay when you see Jackson and Abby bustling about, preparing the blonde on the hospital bed for childbirth.

"You," Clarke snarls at you. "You did this to me."

"Yes I did. Moba," you say.

"Don't even," she snarls.

You look down, caught in your futile attempt.

"What did you do?" asks Lincoln, bewildered by the blonde's response.

"She can't handle when I speak Trig. It drives her crazy, in the good way."

"There's a good way to go crazy?" Lincoln asks.

"Trust me," smirks Octavia. "There is. You never noticed how it always ends in sex when you speak Trig?"

"No, but I will keep that in mind," says Lincoln, pleased with the new discovery. "So you are trying to turn on your wife while she's giving birth? Really Lexa?"

You have the dignity to look sheepish. "No, I just wanted her to not be mad at me."

You conversation is interrupted by a scream from Clarke as she has another contraction.

"Okay, Clarke, it's time to push. Come on."

After a lot of screaming, curse words and Abby and yourself urging Clarke on, your baby daughter is finally brought into the world with one last push. And everything is peaceful for a whole two seconds, your friends fawning over the new addition to the world, before Jackson speaks up.

"Alright, good job Clarke. You have a minute or two before you have to start again. Let me clean this one up in the meantime."

"Start again? Start what again?" Clarke asks.

"No one told you it was twins? We saw it on your sonogram a few months ago."

"No one told us? Clarke?"

"I didn't know."

"Okay. Well it doesn't matter now, because we're about to have twins. Oh boy. We're about to have twins," you say, sitting down in shock.

"Hey," says Clarke, holding your hand. "It's okay. We weren't expecting it, but we can do it."

"I love you so much. You're giving me a family. I have no idea how I will ever repay you." You will not admit that a tear or two may have escaped.

"You don't have to. You've already given me the world. I love you."

Clarke gets a contraction and Jackson immediately steps up to help deliver the next child.

You are laying in your bed, your two newborns on your chest, and Clarke sleeping next to you. You hear a soft knock, and you carefully manoeuvre yourself up from the bed, both kids in your arms (still asleep), and Clarke still sleeping on the bed. You open the door and you are met with Abby. You step outside, closing the door silently behind you.

"Abby," you say.

"Commander," she responds. "Listen, I do not like Clarke with you to be honest, but, you make her happy. As happy as the days when she and her father used to spend days painting."

You do not know everything of Jake, but you know that Clarke loved him a lot. Plus, Clarke told you that she and her father used to get along much better than she and her mother. And that her love for art came from Jake. So as far as you can tell, this is the highest compliment that can be given.

"So, in the interest of your children," Abby continues, "I want to make peace."

"I would like that," you say. "Preferably somewhere more comfortable though."

"Come with me. And let me take one of them off of your hands for a bit. What are their names?"

"Sorry, I can't say. Clarke said she wants to tell everyone their names. Which do you want? Boy or girl?"

It was later in the day when Clarke finally woke up. She found you sitting in around while the delinquents fawned over your newborns.

"Hey Clarke," Raven whisper shouted. "Names. The Commander said that you were going to tell us their names."

"Oh yeah. For the girl," she whispered, taking her from your arms. "We decided on Nova. Remembering my origins. And for the boy," she says, pointing at the child who is asleep in Harper's arms. "Cedar."

The group goes back to fawning over the babies, again, when Clarke turns to you.

"I missed you. You weren't there when I woke up."

"I was talking to Abby for a while." At her shocked look, you elaborate. "She and I have put the past behind us. She sees how happy you are, so in the interest of the goufas, we turned a new leaf."

"Good. It's about time she realises that you make me happier than I have ever been. I don't think I've ever been more in love with you."

"Well you're about to be. I have a surprise. We leave the day after tomorrow."

"For where?"

"Have patience my love."