They all slept long into the morning, after the "training" the day before, which had dragged long into the night.
Although for Lincoln and Lexa, it had turned into a mission of keep Octavia in her room and don't let her escape to go and play dangerous games with the nightbloods. Even taking it in shifts, she had managed to make a break for it twice.
The second time even leading a revolution of nightbloods back at the Commander, who had been forced to gather her own forces whilst Octavia stood on the other end of a corridor cackling maniaclly. That was until Lincoln managed to circle round the floor and ensnare her in his arms, carrying her back to their room quickly, whilst pursued by her warriors in an attempt to defend their leader.
It was a long evening, culminating in the nightbloods all invading Ontari and Raven's room and collapsing in a heap there, whilst Ontari and Raven escaped to the relative safety of the couch in Lexa and Clarke's room.
By the time the adults woke up, all the children were long gone, having dissapeared off to breakfast.
Hearing a knock at the door, Lexa rolled her shoulders as she slipped from the bed, tucking the covers back over Clarke, who just snuggled deeper into the pillows.
Chuckling to her self, she crossed the room and unlocked the door, stepping aside as Octavia stumbled into the room sleepily before stopping dead, staring aghast at Ontari and Raven who were still flat out in the middle of the room.
"Why were they allowed to stay? I was kept prisoner all night!" Octavia complained, trailing after Lexa as she headed for the side room to get changed.
Pushing Octavia back by the shoulders gently to stop her following her into the room, Lexa shook her head, "You weren't kept prisoner, you were far better treated than most who stage an uprising against me."
Grinning, Octavia turned her back to Lexa, leaning against the doorframe, "Admit it, you were proud of my tactical skills."
"I may have been," Lexa laughed, "Were they not employed in direct defiance of both myself and your own safety."
"Hey, at no point did I actually touch a weapon." Octavia defended quickly, "And regardless, your kids know better than to take chances around me right now, you should be proud of them too. They practically froze every time they saw me, and I don't think a single weapon even came within ten feet of me at any point."
Shrugging on a jacket, Lexa stepped out, placing a hand on Octavia's shoulder, "I still wish you wouldn't take such chances."
Turning to her seriously, Octavia layed her hand over Lexa's, "I'm not going to break, I know you're worried, and I love you for that. But I'm fine, I'm going to be fine, and my kid is going to be just fine. I promise."
"Remind me which one of us is married to Lexa, Octavia?" Clarke grumbled from the bed, propping herself up on her elbows to glare at them. "And do you have to talk so loudly?"
"It's almost noon." Lexa told her, crawling up onto the bed to press her lips to Clarke's. "And you know I will always love you best."
"See that you do." Clarke told her with a warning smile, before noticing that Lexa was fully dressed, "You have to work today?"
"I do," Lexa told her softly, "But I'll be home before dark."
"You're going out?" Clarke asked in surprise.
Nodding, Lexa stood back up, taking her sword belt from it's hook on the wall and buckling it on. "My presence is required to settle a dispute in a border town, I'm not expecting any trouble, but I'll be taking my guards with me."
"Be careful." Clarke told her seriously, as she clambered out of the bed to meet Lexa as she headed for the door, "And if anything happens you have Raven's radio right?"
Lexa nodded, patting her hip where she had already clipped the radio onto her belt, "I'll be back in a few hours ai hodnes."
"I love you." Clarke mumbled as she stole one last kiss before Lexa slipped out the door.
As soon as her wife was gone, Clarke spun on her heel, gesturing for Octavia to head out as well, "Go and fetch Lincoln, I think it's high time for another family meal tonight once Lexa's home."
"And by fetch Lincoln...tell him to cook?" Octavia grinned, tilting her head to the side.
Rolling her eyes, Clarke waved her out the door, before turning to assess their other two friends who had slept through the entire conversation.
Bending at the knees, she wrapped her fingers underneath the edge of the couch, taking a deep breath before standing up sharply whilst throwing her back against the piece of furniture.
The alarmed screech the two of them made as they hit the ground, was well worth the slightly pulled muscle she gained from the effort.