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It was the first December weekend and Clarke dreaded Christmas and everything that somewhat had to do with it. With everything she had in her. She simply didn't like it, at all. The stress, the hustle, even the shopping.

Not that it would've been particularly difficult because her friends would get self made calendars with photos of them together, as usual, her mom would get a bottle of wine, as usual, and her maternal grandparents whom she hadn't seen since she was five, would get a card. As usual.

The actual problem this year was that she had agreed on meeting Lexa's family, not because Lexa asked but apparently Anya was dying to meet her. She wasn't sure whether Lexa's parents even knew about her. Nevertheless, she'd have to get them presents as well, and she had no idea what to give them.

Even more than Christmas shopping though, Clarke hated that everyone thought Christmas time began at the very first of December, no matter what, and that Christmas time meant family time, and Clarke really wasn't excited about that either, not in the slightest.

So when her mother called her on the first Friday of the month, she already knew what Abby wanted.

With a groan, she turned her phone around so that she no longer had to see her mother's picture on the screen. The only sign that her mother hadn't given up yet was the constant vibration against the couch table.

"Why don't you answer that call?" Lexa asked from the other side of the couch where her back was resting against the arm rest. Clarke sighed, her thumb softly caressing the skin of Lexa's ankle in her lap, relieved when the aggressive vibration finally stopped.

"It's my mom." She explained and turned her head to Lexa, who was now looking back at her over her book.

"Okay, but that doesn't answer my question." Lexa pushed.

The blonde let her head fall on the backrest behind her. "It kinda does. I mean I never answer calls from my mom."

Lexa nodded and turned her attention back to her book, while Clarke closed her eyes, ready for a desperately needed nap.

"But what if it's important?"

"It's not." Clarke mumbled, already half asleep.

She felt Lexa shift and immediately missed the contact when the other girl pulled her legs away to cross them underneath her. "How do you know that?"

Clarke opened her eyes and lazily turned her head back to Lexa. "Because it's my mom."

Lexa's small frown indicated that Clarke's answer clearly hadn't satisfied her, and seeing her girl with a frown usually made Clarke smile or broke her heart, and this time it was the latter.

Before she could explain the situation to Lexa, her phone started vibrating again. She picked it up and wasn't particularly surprised to see it was her mother, again. Just as she was about to decline the call, she noticed Lexa tilt her head to the side from the corner of her eye, and swallowing her pride, she decided to answer.

"Hey mom." She said with an emotionless voice and turned back to Lexa who was now smiling at her. With a grin, Clarke poked her tongue out and let out a small laugh when Lexa immediately dropped her head.

Listening with half an ear to her mom talking about some conference, Clarke reached out to gently flick the tip of Lexa's nose, causing the girl's head to shoot back up, and once again, Clarke puffed out a laughter when Lexa glared back at her.

"…or tomorrow?" She heard her mom ask on the other side of the call, and realized that she had absolutely no idea what her mother had been talking about for the last two minutes. She also wondered who in the world would blame her for paying attention to Lexa instead of Abby.

"Sorry mom, bad reception. What's the question?" Clarke asked, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss her girlfriend. She figured if she focused on the call now, it would be over much faster, and then she'd have all the time in the world to kiss Lexa.

"What's the last thing you heard then?" Abby asked to know which topics she would have to repeat.

Clarke scratched the back of her neck. "Uh… I just didn't really hear the question." She lied and hoped she hadn't missed any important things.

"I asked if today would be good for you, or if tomorrow would be better?"

Clarke furrowed her brows. "For what?"

"Christmas market," Abby said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Clarke, honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I–" Clarke cleared her throat and shook her head, trying to process what the hell was happening and what her mom was talking about, "tomorrow's perfect."

"Oh great!" Her mom exclaimed, clearly surprised, clearly excited. "I'll call you again so we can set time and place?"

Clarke squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Uh–huh."

When Abby said Goodbye and ended the call, Clarke slowly lowered her hand and rested it on her thigh.

"Clarke?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay? You're kind of pale."

Instead of answering, Clarke let out a defeated moan while she let herself fall to the side, landing face down on the couch.

"Mm mwhm nts t'gg–"

"What?" Lexa interrupted her.

Clarke weakly raised her head so that she was no longer mumbling into the pillow.

"My mom wants to go to the Christmas market tomorrow. I think she's in town for a conference or something, and I agreed. I'm such an idiot."

A moment passed before Lexa spoke again. "Why's that a problem though?"

"I hate spending time with my mom, especially alone." Clarke whined and turned around so that she was lying on her back, shifting until her head was in Lexa's lap.

"Then don't go alone?" Lexa suggested, and in an instant, Clarke was wide awake again. She looked up at Lexa whose eyes were glued to the logo on Clarke's shirt, and tried to figure out if the brunette was aware of what she had just said.

"Would you come with us?" Clarke asked, a gleam of hope building up in her chest.

"Well no," Lexa shrugged and started playing with one of her bracelets, "I'd rather not."

"Pleeease Lex, it'll be just one hour. At a max! And I promise my mom's not that bad!" Clarke whined again and sighed when Lexa shook her head.

"No I don't mean your mom," Lexa clarified, "I mean the Christmas market."

Clarke tilted her head to the side, or as much as possible in Lexa's lap, still looking up at the girl. "What about it?"

"It's too much," Lexa explained, "too many bright lights with different colors, and too many different sounds, basically everywhere."

"Okay…?" Clarke started but paused to sort her thoughts. "What did you mean then when you told me to not go alone?"

"I meant that if you went somewhere else, I'd go with you. I think your mom wants to spend time with you, and maybe it doesn't necessarily have to be at the market? Sorry, I guess that only made sense in my head. I don't know though. I mean I don't know her, so I don't know. It just seemed logical to me, from what I've heard in…" Lexa stopped her rambling and laughed, a small blush coloring her cheeks, while Clarke basically jumped into an upright position so that she was facing Lexa properly.

"You mean if we went to the park or something, you'd tag along?" Clarke was sure she had never felt so hopeful before, at least not in the past thirty seconds.

Still looking at the logo on Clarke's shirt, or maybe not the logo, Clarke wasn't so sure anymore, Lexa nodded.

Letting out a squeak of excitement, Clarke jumped forward and covered every spot of Lexa's face she could reach with kisses.

"Clarke"

"You're amazing!" She blonde cupped Lexa's cheeks so that she could hold her in place, well aware that it would only take Lexa another two seconds to try and duck away.

"Clarke."

"Seriously, you're the best and I–"

"Clarke."

"Love you so much and I–"

"Clarke!"

Finally, Clarke let go of Lexa and let out an amused laugh while she brushed some stray hair out of the brunette's face. Lexa huffed in mild frustration and swatted Clarke's hand away.

"Sorry." Clarke grinned and moved back to her side of the couch, giving Lexa some peace. She watched with a smile as the other girl corrected her disheveled hair and clothes, before she leaned back against the arm rest, and immediately got lost in her book again.

Well shit. Clarke thought as she tried to get comfortable as well, but thinking about Abby was actually anything but comforting. Overall, the woman was a nice person, friendly, polite and if she wanted, she could be considerate as well, but there were a few things she had no idea about, starting with the fact that Clarke was in a relationship with Lexa.