"So did she tell you what was wrong with her?" Clarke asked anxiously as Lexa slipped through the door, dropping her bags in the doorway.
"She did." Lexa nodded, crossing the room to sit on the couch beside Clarke, where she quickly swung her legs up on to Clarke's lap.
Sighing, Clarke rolled her eyes and began untying her wife's shoelaces, "Is it really that hard to just do this yourself?" Ignoring Lexa's smirk, she placed the boots to the side, "So what did she say? Is she going to be ok?"
"I can't tell you what is it Clarke. I made a promise, but she's going to be fine."
Clarke pouted, "Come on, I promise I won't say anything. We're married, it's practically expected that you'll tell me."
Lexa shook her head, grinning, "No, it isn't Clarke, in either of our cultures a promise is a promise. But it doesn't matter. Just be quiet for a few moments."
Clarke shot her a questioning look but did as she said, cocking her head to the side to listen curiously. At first there was nothing and she was about to turn to Lexa to ask what she was meant to be listening for when she heard Lincoln shouting happily from down the hall.
"Wait, what did he just say?" Clarke asked, unsure of exactly what she had heard.
Lexa didn't even bother to answer her, within seconds, Lincoln himself arrived at the door, with Octavia in tow. Both were grinning like idiots.
With Clarke's confusion only growing, Octavia began to laugh, having half expected Lexa to break her promise and tell Clarke as soon as she got home and went to tell Lincoln.
Lincoln released Octavia's wrist and bounded across the room, lifting Lexa from the floor in a bear hug and spinning round in a circle, "Thank you so much for looking after her Lexa, I can't believe this!"
Clarke caught her hand to steady her as Lincoln dropped her to the floor again, even more confused, although now she wasn't alone. From the look on her face, Clarke guessed that was the first time anyone had ever picked Lexa up and swung her around since she became Commander.
"Ok, what is going on?" Clarke laughed, waving her hands to get their attention.
Octavia bit her lip to contain her grin and thrust out her hand, nodding for Clarke to read the piece of paper she was offering out.
Taking it slightly apprehensively, they all watched as she unfolded it and then her eyes went wide.
"Wow O, you're having a baby?" Clarke asked, her jaw dropping, before suddenly she was grinning as widely as them and sweeping both Octavia and Lincoln into a hug, "I am so happy for you guys."
Released from the hug, Octavia stepped back and took Lincoln's hand, "I promise you, you're nowhere near as happy as we are."