"Hide me."
"Octavia, we're trying to sleep." Clarke groaned, as the sudden weight appeared on their bed.
Lexa growled softly, before opening one eye to glare at Octavia, "This better be a matter of life or death."
"Did you know that Lincoln is protective? Like, really protective? I've seen three healers in the last two days, I'm pregnant not dying! And my best friend's married to a healer, that we live with." Octavia complained, shooing Lexa sideways so she could lie between the two of them.
Clarke rolled her eyes, "That hurts Octavia, is that all I'm reduced to now?"
Lexa laughed lightly, leaning up she gave what Octavia was wearing a quick once over before lifting the covers so she could join them in the bed properly. "You've given him his fondest wish, he's just excited and doesn't want anything to go wrong."
Octavia sighed, lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling, "I know, I just need a bit of a break from it, I hate that I actually have to be careful now. Did you paint this Clarke?" She asked curiously, waving her hand towards the impressively detailed image of the night sky on the ceiling above their bed.
Nodding, Clarke rolled over onto her back so she could look at it, "Yeah, Lexa helped with it, we did it the week before our wedding when you all decided to take a boat out onto the lake and get Ontari drunk."
"You helped?" Octavia snorted, looking at Lexa incredulously, "What did you do? Hold the ladder?"
As Lexa blushed bright red, Octavia's snort turned into full on laughter.
"Octavia would you please stop antagonizing my wife?" Clarke chuckled.
"No way." Octavia grinned, "You know what this means right? I have about eight months of being able to say whatever I want without Lexa being able to lay a finger on me. I intend to take full advantage of this."
Lexa's eyes narrowed dangerously, as she shifted onto her side so she could glare at Octavia properly, "Do you wish to continue living here Octavia? Because I could move you out so easily, there's a nice house on the farthest edge of the city that no one's currently living in."
"Lexa." Octavia started seriously, a grin already starting to tug at the corners of her mouth, "If I believed that you had an intention of actually following through with your threats then I would stop. But we both know you'd miss me too much."
"How is it that you crash into our bed and I feel like I'm the one third wheeling here?" Clarke asked aloud, almost entirely to herself as Lexa and Octavia seemed to have moved into a no blinking competition. "Ok that's enough." She said, snapping her fingers between the two of them until they both looked at her. "Octavia, if you're going to stay here for a while then that's fine, but would you at least stop flailing around so much because I'm practically falling out of the bed."
"Oops." Octavia grinned, "Sorry Clarke."
Clarke just shook her head with a small smile, "I don't believe that for a second."