A/N: Hey guys! I think that notifications for new chapters have been shorted, at least I hope so, so please tell me if you did get an email for this. Also, if this is the first you've seen this in a while then you've missed some chapters so I suggest skipping back about five (I think, possibly four?) to catch up on what you missed.

Thanks for being patient, love you guys xx

"Good morning." Clarke smiled, as she curled her arms a little tighter around Lexa's waist from where she was spooned against her back.

Lexa just hummed happily in response, rubbing her fingers against the back of Clarke's hands lightly where they rested on her stomach.

Tracing her fingers across Lexa's skin, Clarke smiled as her wife shivered as her hand drifted across her ribs before trawling across her back and towards her shoulders.

Pausing, she stared at the smooth expanse of skin in front of her as she reached the shoulder blade.

"Lexa, what happened?" She asked, concerned, gently prodding at the ugly purple bruise that looked far too fresh to have been from the battle days ago, even if there was any way Clarke wouldn't have noticed it since then.

Chuckling, Lexa rolled over, lazily leaning up to press her lips against Clarke's tenderly, "It's nothing to worry about, I was just sparring with Ontari."

"And she managed to hit you?" Clarke asked disbelievingly.

Smiling, Lexa nodded, "She did, I told you she'd catch up before the leaves started to fall this year."

Groaning, Clarke sagged, draping her arm over Lexa's waist and burying her head in Lexa's shoulder, "I hate you."

"I know." Lexa grinned, pressing a kiss to Clarke's forehead who laughed along with her, "And now you have to keep your promise to me."

"You know my mom isn't going to care that I'm an adult, not to mention married, right? She's going to kill me." Clarke pleaded with her wife, giving her Clarke's best puppy dog eyes.

Holding Clarke close, Lexa just shook her head, "A deal is a deal, you're getting a tattoo."

"Lexa!" Octavia called, jogging to catch up with her.

Pausing, Lexa waited, knowing that even though she wouldn't admit it, Octavia was finding being pregnant far more tiring than she had expected it to be. "Yes?" She asked curiously as her best friend caught up, looping her arm through Lexa's as they continued down the corridor.

"Well firstly, I can't believe you actually locked the door." Octavia rolled her eyes, shooting the taller girl an accusing look.

"The fact that you tried the door to find that out proves that I was right to, you are banished from my room as punishment for lying, you know that." Lexa told her, an amused undertone to her voice.

Grunting non-committedly, Octavia brushed past her comment and continued, "And secondly, why didn't I know you had a tattoo deal going with Clarke?"

"You understand that the two of us talk when you're not present?" Lexa asked her.

Shaking her head, Octavia tugged on her arm, "You're missing the point, I have best friend privileges, you're meant to tell me about these things."

"Octavia, I love you." Lexa told her, "But whilst this is a fact and I will tell you about almost anything that happens in my life. The point still remains that Clarke is my wife and the two of us will have things we don't tell you."

Huffing in mock indignation, Octavia sighed, "You're a cruel woman Lexa."

"No, I'm not." Lexa smiled, "I'm perfectly reasonable, you're just pushy."

"Fine!" Octavia admitted dramatically, before smiling along with her and clutching at her arm just a little tighter. "So what are you doing today?"