It had been three days since the attack and in that time, normalcy had been more or less returned to Polis.
It hadn't taken Clarke long to sum up everything that had happened since she had been away, since Lexa already knew the majority due to her letters.
Clarke and Roan had finally caught a man stealing plans and maps of Polis and the surrounding areas and when interrogated he told them everything. About the army made from members of all clans who were rebelling against the Commander for turning against the old ways, making a final stand against her.
To Clarke's surprise, Lexa had relaxed on hearing her story, and when questioned, Clarke had to admit that her attitude made a certain amount of sense. Lexa held the belief that the worst may now be past. That any remaining who truly despised her rule would have been part of this one last push for her demise.
Clarke was less optimistic, but she was willing to wait and see how things went in the coming weeks before ruling out the possibility that the fighting finally was over, at least for now anyway. If there was one thing that she knew about people in general, it was that sooner or later they would find something to fight about.
Despite her reservations, she was determined to enjoy being back with her wife after so long away.
"Lexa!" Octavia shouted, barging through the door of their room, and standing at the foot of the bed with her arms folded.
Clarke growled as she kept her arms wrapped firmly around Lexa's stomach, "Don't you dare answer her, ignore it and it might go away."
"Charming." Octavia scoffed, before looking back at Lexa, "Will you get up? I need you."
"You are aware she's my wife?" Clarke asked her in feigned annoyance, really, she would never cease to be amused by the way Octavia had Lexa wrapped round her little finger, in a way that Clarke knew she would never quite manage herself.
Lexa sighed, sitting up and glaring at Octavia, "This better be good, or I swear on the Coalition that I will start locking that door."
Mouth dropping open, Clarke stared at her, "That's an option?"
Smirking slightly, Lexa inclined her head, not looking away from Octavia.
"Lincoln won't let me eat any more honey cakes." Octavia told her dramatically, as though she was announcing the arrival of another attacking army.
Staring at her blankly, Lexa shook her head, "No, not important enough, get out. Now."
"But Lexa-!" Octavia whined childishly.
"But Octavia-!" Lexa mimicked her.
"That's not funny, please? I have a serious craving; the baby wants what it wants." She told her seriously.
"Well can it want me to get some peace and quiet and an adequate amount of sleep?" Lexa groaned, "This is ridiculous, every time you want something you come to me, why not go to Ontari?"
Octavia climbed onto the bed and sat in front of her sulkily, "Because Lincoln got to her first."
Laughing, Lexa let out a long breath and then looked over at Clarke, "Is there a medical reason she shouldn't be eating them?"
Smiling, Clarke shook her head, "They might make her fat at the rate she's going, but honestly she's not even having that many. It's more likely that Lincoln's tired of having to go out and get them so often."
Octavia grinned hopefully, waiting patiently as Lexa rolled her eyes and started pulling on her boots. "I love you, you know, that right?"
"I'll be sure to let Lincoln know." Lexa rolled her eyes, "And you're coming with me as well. There's nothing wrong with your legs, we've all been telling you this. If you want the cakes then you have to do some exercise to earn them."
"She's a cruel woman." Octavia told Clarke sympathetically.
Slapping the back of her head, Lexa stood up, ducking into the side room to change her shirt.
As she did that, Clarke copied her, climbing out of bed, and pulling on boots, but instead of changing her shirt she just threw on her jacket that was lying on the side of the couch.
"Now who's lazy?" Octavia teased her as she stood by the door.
"The answer to that will always be you." Lexa told her as she came back, meeting them at the door and entwining her fingers with Clarke's.