A/N - I am so tired right now lol. Please enjoy this and let me know what you think. Another two weeks and I'll be stress free! Love you guys, couldn't be getting through day to day life without you at the minute haha, this fiction is my happy place :) xxx

"Clarke?" Lexa called softly in her ear, "One to nine are hungry. And Jake has ruined all your drawing pencils."

Clarke groaned as she rolled over and tapped Lexa's nose lightly, "See? There's a prime example of when you think that you're funny but you are actually really not."

Sighing, Lexa sat up, climbing out of bed to wander over to the chest where their clothes were being stored, "You decide to number our children and I'm the one who isn't funny? Your sense of humor is just immature." Her bare feet padded softly across the room before stopping.

"What happened to mockery isn't the product of a strong mind?" Clarke laughed as she sat up to see Lexa standing at the foot of their bed wearing a low cut t-shirt from Clarke's own wardrobe. "What are you wearing?"

Lexa picked at the fabric in annoyance, "If you told me I would be staying to fight a war then I would've packed more clothes.I assumed since you love me that you wouldn't mind me borrowing this."

"So now you're emotionally blackmailing me into letting you steal my clothes?" Clarke raised an eyebrow at her as she got out of the bed and started getting dressed herself.

Rolling her eyes, Lexa slipped on her boots, lacing them tightly, "Because that's the worst thing I've ever done to you." She muttered sarcastically.

"Whatever." Clarke chuckled as she straightened up, "We're already getting married, this is just starting the whole, what's mine is yours gig a little earlier."

Lexa looked at her blankly for a moment before nodding decisively, "Of course." She said, taking Clarke's arm to walk out of the door with her, resting her weight against Clarke's side to support her injured leg.

"You didn't understand what I just said did you?" Clarke asked with a smile as they left the room.

"No."

Octavia smiled as Lexa and Clarke appeared in the door of the mess hall, waving them over to where she and Lincoln were sitting with Ontari and Raven.

"Hey guys." She grinned, as Clarke helped Lexa down into her seat. "Damn Commander, what are you wearing? You look just like one of us!"

Lexa looked down at her self, "Thank you? I needed clothes so I took Clarke's." She smiled as she lifted her cast and placed it on the table, before looking down at it hatefully.

Raven whistled lowly, "If you glare at it any harder it's going to burst into flames."

"That would not be unwelcome." Lexa growled quietly, "How am I supposed to train like this?"

Clarke coughed on the coffee she had just taken a mouthful of, "You're not. And besides your arm, how are you expecting to fight with one leg? As your healer, I forbid you to do any training until I say."

Lexa groaned, "Clarke, as Commander I am obligated to-"

"No." Clarke said firmly, "Rest or it won't heal properly and then you'll never be able to dual wield your swords again."

Ontari grinned at the scowl decorating Lexa's face, "It won't be that long Heda, then you'll be able to go back to your normal routine."

"Normal routine?" Lexa scoffed, "I haven't been able to keep to a normal routine since Skaikru first landed on my lands, they're far too much trouble."

Clarke and Raven both looked at her with matching looks of betrayal on their faces.

Lincoln laughed, 'You say that as if you don't love it Lexa. Life was boring before Skaikru showed up. It was far too quiet."

Ontari grinned, "I for one prefer the Skaikru being here with us."

"Yeah, because your finally getting laid." Octavia muttered under her breath.

Lexa let out a bark of laughter which soon turned into a full fit of giggles when she met Octavia's eyes over on Ontari's confused expression.

Clarke shook her head despairingly, "Ok, I really don't think that you two should be friends anymore. You're a terrible influence on each other."