A/N: Hey guys, firstly I just have to say that I'm really sorry about missing odd days here and there. I don't want to but I work in the theatre industry and I'm still in the very early stages of my career so when I'm asked to do shows at the drop of a hat I say yes and give my all. And unfortunately on the days I do show, I often don't get home till way past 11 at night and I'm exhausted and just want to collapse into bed. That being said, I am so grateful to all of you who send me such lovely messages and reviews and tell me that they love me. You have no idea just how much I appreciate those messages when I am so tired I feel ill and all I want to do is sleep for a week. You guys keep getting me up in the mornings and for that I am eternally thankful to the lot of you.

Also, since last chapter, I have officially passed 1000 followers! And so to everyone who follows me, you are all family to me, each and every one of you. And I probably do interact with you all more than most of my blood family haha. I deeply and sincerely love each and every one of you! xxxxx

"Clarke." Lexa whispered against her ear, gently rubbing circles on her wife's shoulder as she tried to wake her up, "Clarke, it's morning."

To Lexa's mild exasperation, Clarke lazily lifted a hand and brushed her away, pushing at Lexa's shoulder to unbalance her from where she was leaning over Clarke. Grinning, Lexa let Clarke shift her center of gravity, allowing herself to fall straight onto Clarke heavily, making no effort to catch herself as she fell.

"Ow!" Clarke cried out, her eyes flying open to see her wife leaning her head on her hands as she lay on Clarke's chest, "Lexa we just stopped a war yesterday, you couldn't let me sleep?"

Leaning forwards, Lexa gently nipped at Clarke's bottom lip before pressing their mouths together more forcefully, tangling her hand in Clarke's hair. "No." She whispered with a grin against Clarke's mouth, "And now you're going to get up and dressed because we're going out."

Clarke groaned as Lexa rolled to the side, jumping out of bed and staring down at Clarke expectantly, "I can't believe I thought it was a good idea to get myself permanently stuck with you."

Lexa just grinned and slapped her leg under the covers playfully, "Neither can I, what a hardship it is to have someone who loves you unconditionally."

"No!" Clarke groaned, pressing her face into the pillow. "It's too early in the morning for sarcasm Lex."

Crossing her arms, Lexa shook her head, "Then get out of bed Clarke, otherwise I am going to go get Octavia and Raven and set them loose on you. Do you remember what happened last time?"

Clarke looked up at her and smirked, "You sure about that? Because I don't recall you enjoying that all that much either."

Thoughtfully, Lexa nodded in acknowledgement of her point, "Well when they told me about the water it seemed like a good idea."

"And then our bed was soaked and we slept on the floor that night, and then the furs smelled weird for days." Clarke grinned, giving in and pulling her boots on as she climbed out of bed. "So why is it so important for you to drag me out today?"

"Hmm?" Lexa asked, looking back at her with unfocused eyes, lost in thought, "Oh, it isn't. But I've been awake for hours and now I want to leave this room for a while. If you remember, myself and the two troublemakers were under house arrest in case we were recognized for the last few days."

Pulling on her jacket, Clarke laughed, "I will never forget, you nearly drove us all insane."

"Trikru shouldn't be caged, we should be free to run through the forests."

"Starting to sound like a hippy right now a little bit." Clarke muttered as she pulled open the door and held it for Lexa to slip through.

"A what?" Her wife looked at her confused, picking up on the word but not the meaning.

Clarke smiled and shook her head, "It doesn't matter, come on, we can go hunting if you want."

"You hate hunting Clarke." Lexa smiled back, "You don't have to suggest it just to make me happy. No, what I want is for us to just go for a walk, through the city that we saved yesterday, and I want you to never oversleep again for as long as you live."

"Nice try." Clarke smirked, "Yes to the walk, but I am not giving up sleep for you. I love you, but if you insist on keeping me up till all hours of the night, then you can deal with me sleeping later in the mornings."

Lexa rolled her eyes as they quickly jumped in the elevator, taking it down to the ground floor. "We had just averted a full scale war, we had to celebrate. And I didn't hear you complaining last night. Quite the opposite in face." She grinned, stepping closer into Clarke's personal space and staring into her eyes teasingly.

"You're not as funny as you think you are." Clarke laughed, pushing lightly at Lexa's shoulder to usher her out of the life as they arrived at the bottom of the tower, "Now which way are we going?"

In answer, Lexa took hold of Clarke's hand, pulling her towards the market, which was one of her favorite places in the city because of how vibrant it was.

As usual, there were children playing in the street, running after each other without a care in the world. They headed straight to the vendor that sold their favorite honey cakes when a child came darting past, missing Clarke who sidestepped out of the way smartly, but bowling straight into Lexa's legs and taking them both down.

The child's mother immediately stepped forward, already desperately apologizing to the Commander, but Lexa waved off her concerns quickly, crossing her legs so she was sat opposite the young girl.

"Hello little one, are you ok?" She asked softly, gazing at the girl with worried eyes, who's own were starting to pool with tears.

Clarke knelt down next to Lexa as the kid pointed at her knee, which was badly grazed, a small trickle of blood already running down her legs and visibly through the multiple tears in her trousers.

"Don't worry about that." Lexa smiled quickly, placing her hand over the girl's, "Do you know who I am?" When the girl nodded, Lexa smiled a little brighter, tilting her head towards Clarke, "Well then you probably know who this is then. This is my wife, Clarke of the Sky People, and she is the best healer in the Thirteen Clans so she's going to fix you right up."

Standing up, Lexa quickly crossed to a small cart as Clarke gently began looking at the cut behind her. Accepting some clean cloths to use as bandages, Lexa dropped some coins on the counter, worth much more than the cloths the man had given them for as he thanks her for her generosity.

Placing the bandages into Clarke's outstretched hand, Lexa turned to the mother of the girl with a smile, "You never have to apologize to me for what children do. The world I want to leave behind is one where children can play in the streets without fear, exactly as your daughter was doing. Her joy and laughter brings me more happiness that I can ever truly describe."

"Thank you Heda." The woman said softly as her daughter bounced back over to her, with a fresh bandage wrapped expertly around her leg by Clarke who had just stood up and was dusting the back of her pants off.

Saying their goodbyes, Clarke and Lexa quickly took their exit, heading to a more secluded part of the city where they found a quiet space underneath a tree to sit down together, "You're lucky your blood's black." Clarke smiled as she took Lexa's arm and rolled up her sleeve to reveal the gash on her arm that was steadily oozing blood, "And that all your clothes follow a color scheme. How did you manage to do this?"

Looking slightly sheepish, Lexa reached her fingers even further up into the sleeve, before pulling out a small dagger, the tip stained with drying blood from the wound on her arm.

Clarke rolled her eyes, taking the knife from her hand and setting it aside, "You are a danger to yourself, tell me, exactly how many knives are you carrying right now?"

Lexa smirked, "Why? Want to try and find them all?"

Giving her a withering look, Clarke started wrapping some of the bandages that had been left over after patching up the kid round Lexa's arm. When she was done she had been going to give them back to the merchant, but one glance towards Lexa had shown her the slightly stiffened way that she was holding her arm, and she had know that somehow her wife had managed to injure herself.

"Really, you make injuring yourself every day into an art form. I think I'd be worried if you managed to keep yourself intact for more than a day or two. Would you please stop keeping knifes where they can cut you?" She asked, tying off the bandage and running her fingers over the top of the white cloth gently, "You're lucky that it's shallow enough that you don't need stitches."

Smiling, Lexa leaned forwards to lean her forehead against Clarke's shoulder, "I could be more careful, but I think I'd miss you patching me up every time."

"Because you don't get injured enough anyway?" Clarke asked disbelievingly as Lexa stayed leaning against her shoulder, humming absently in agreement.

"Clarke." Lexa said quietly after several minutes had gone by.

"Yeah?" Clarke asked curiously, playing with the ends of Lexa's hair that were tickling the back of her hand.

Shifting slightly so it was her cheek against Clarke's shoulder, she placed her hand over Clarke's. "Do you ever think about having children?"

"Sometimes." Clarke answered honestly, tracing her fingers against Lexa's palm. "Do you?"

Lexa nodded slightly, "But I worry because of who we are, our lives are so uncertain."

"Well," Clarke said slowly, "Honestly, I do want children, and I want them with you, but I think I need time. Time to make sure that we are going to be able to look after them when everything is settled and there's no one going to war with us."

In a rare moment of self doubt, Lexa looked up at Clarke with a helpless look in her eyes, "Do you truly believe that could ever actually happen?"

Sighing, Clarke pulled her close,wrapping her arms around Lexa's shoulders and burying her face in her hair. "I believe that it will happen."

"I once read that people hug to hide their faces when they lie." Lexa whispered.

Pulling back, Clarke gently took hold of her face on either side to they were looking at each other properly, "Then look into my eyes as I say it again. You're going to do it, we're going to do it. And one day, our children will gather round as we tell them about this moment, when nothing was certain and we spoke about the world we wanted to make. The one they will be living in."

Smiling, Lexa reached up to wrap her hands round Clarke's wrists, "I can't wait."