"Lexa?" The girl in question grimaced, a million apologies ready to roll out of her mouth. "What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I… I know. But I needed to talk to you."

Anya kept staring at her with an exasperated frown, wondering what reason could possibly bring Lexa Woods in front of her door at eight a.m. of all hours. She shook herself out of her considerations, shuddering a bit as the cold morning air hit her. "Come on in, quick."

Lexa hurried in as Anya closed the door, and she noticed that the blonde girl was still wearing her pajamas; and while she had come to her for a rather serious matter, she couldn't help it when an amused smirk formed on her lips at the sight of baby blue giraffes with party hats on Anya's pajamas top.

Anya noticed, pursing her lips in annoyance, "Have you come all the way here to make fun of my nightwear?"

Lexa shrugged, "Now that I'm seeing it, I might consider doing so,"

Anya clicked her tongue, turning to escort Lexa in her kitchen, while she finished eating her breakfast.

As she ate, Lexa sat across from her, staring as she audibly chewed on her food. "What?" she said, around her blueberry pancake.

"Nothing. You're just as much of an animal as I imagined,"

"It's champions' breakfast, you wouldn't understand," Anya rolled her eyes, still talking with her mouth full. At Lexa's raised eyebrow, she rolled her eyes again, sighing. "Whatever. In the meantime you can tell me what is it you want to tell me."

Lexa nodded, "Ok." She began, "This may be really boring and you will most likely yell at me."

"So it's about Clarke."

"It is about Clarke." Lexa grimaced as Anya gazed at the ceiling as if she was asking it to give her the necessary strength.

"Girl. Why can't you just do a thing without questioning yourself three hundred damn times?"

Lexa whined, "This time is important, I swear."

Anya threw a blank stare at her, but as she shook her head she gestured for her to go on, "I'm listening."

Lexa inhaled deeply with a pained expression, "Indra wants her to have dinner with us."

And for a moment, Anya was actually thrown off. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." Lexa confirmed, somewhere between cautious and worried.

"How long have you been seeing each other?"

"Two months, give or take?"

"And how is it going?"

"It's good, I think?"

"You think." Anya stated.

"I know, I mean. It's good."

"So you like her."

"Yes, of course." Lexa replied with the slightest hint of question in her voice.

"Like, like her." Anya stressed. Oh, the girl could really be dense sometimes.

Lexa's eyes grew a bit wider, her cheeks turning rosy. She seemed to be hesitating, but she recovered quickly, "Yes. I like her." And Anya could see it was a revelation for Lexa herself.

"And have you told her?"

This time, Lexa's eyes widened dramatically, making Anya frown. "It's way too soon to— you know, to tell such things,"

Anya's frown deepened, "So you plan on surprising her?"

"What? No." Lexa's confusion was clear, and it was far too early in the morning for Anya to deal with this.

"Are you planning on telling her that auntie dear has decided to feast merrily together and everything after?"

"Oh," Lexa finally catched up, "Yes, of course. It's why I'm here, actually."

Anya nodded, "I imagined."

"I don't know how to ask her."

"Lexa, you two used to use each other as a pillow on a bus. This isn't the most awkward situation she and you have faced, come on."

"I know," Lexa drew out, exasperated, "It just feels too soon, everything is too soon,"

"Normal humans usually tend to inform their loved ones about new relationship they mean to maintain."

Lexa fixated her gaze on the floor, feeling some sort of déjà vù, the same sensation of either an impending blow-up or maybe the best event of her life up to now coming her way.

"Of course with you I can't use normal people parameters, how silly of me." Anya shook her head, "Just go for the usual. Would you like to come to dinner with me? And my aunt and sort of step-brother? At my house?"

Lexa grimaced, and Anya quickly realized how her words sounded, "I'll rephrase. My family would like to meet you—"

"The fact is I don't know if she knows they don't know. Well, didn't. Or more exactly, pretended not to."

"So ask her!" insisted Anya, "Here is what you're gonna do. You casually ask her if she told her parents, friends or whatever about you two. Then if she says yes, you tell her you just told Indra too, and that she'd like to officially meet her. If she says no, well… you tell her that Indra just found out and if she's okay with it, she wants to have dinner together. Not hard and not weird at all, I assure you."

"Okay." Lexa listened carefully, coming to the conclusion that she was going to go through that dinner no matter what. "What if she says no?"

Anya scrutinized her, "Is it a possibility?"

"I don't know, she could think it's too soon too, I don't want to assume…"

"Well, then… Indra is not gonna take no for long. At one point you'll have to."

"I'm not risking Clarke for a dinner, Anya!"

Anya shook her head, grinning, "You know Indra better than I do, probably. She'll make your life a living hell."

"I know."

"So?"

"I'm gonna ask her, it's not like I have much of a choice, anyway. If she says no I'll come up with something."

"Good luck with that."

"My aunt asked about you." Lexa internally cursed, because she didn't mean to blurt it out this way. She had the whole conversation planned and she ruined it herself, and now she waited for Clarke's reaction.

Clarke turned her head to look at Lexa properly. She had been resting peacefully, sprawled on her sofa and with her head in Lexa's lap, the brunette's fingers softly grazing her hair with her thumb. When she turned, Lexa wore a worried expression that left Clarke rather confused.

"I think she's beginning to suspect things." Lexa mumbled, "She… knows, it's probably best to say."

Clarke sat up, "Are you worried?"

Lexa had been thinking about it since Indra asked her about it, but she still sounded hesitant when she spoke. "Yeah. A little."

Clarke swallowed, and Lexa could see chagrin while she did it. "You don't have to come out for me."

Lexa blinked rapidly, "No, no. That's not it."

"What then?" she saw Clarke inhale and exhale deeply, her eyes full of apprehension, but Lexa couldn't decipher her thoughts.

"I'm gonna go ahead and say it," Lexa began, sensing the worry grow on Clarke's face, "My aunt wants to have dinner together. With you. Us. And my step-brother. At our house. Mine, I mean. If you can't or if you don't feel like it, I can tell her, just say the words."

Clarke had relaxed while Lexa spoke, a smile almost forming on her lips, "I haven't told my mother yet."

"I didn't mean to either, she just came to me and asked about you, I'm sure it was that prick, I'm going to have a word with him as soon as he comes back from that friend of his."

Clarke chuckled, "It's no big deal, why are you so worried?"

"I don't know, it kind of is?" Lexa scratched her head as Clarke leaned comfortably against her. Lexa put her arm around her as she scooted over, appreciating the new-found warmth. "For me, at least. You are the first girl I bring home, Clarke."

"Really?" A huge grin spread on Clarke's face, "It's kinda exciting, though."

"And also possibly life-ending."

"So dramatic, why do you think so?"

"I know Indra. She knows how to embarrass me as all mothers do, even though technically she's not mine. Plus Murphy is my step-brother, you don't want to know."

Clarke laughed, "Well, I'm sure my mother will love you. After Finn and Raven she is basically boyfriend-proof. And girlfriend-proof, of course."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. You all are gonna be best friends and talk behind my back."

By this point, Clarke threw a fit of laughter, "I can't promise you anything." Lexa rolled her eyes, "And by the way I'm coming. I can't wait to." She finished softly.

Lexa smiled, feeling a little bold, "You will probably have to meet Anya too, at some point. I think she hates me, by now. I've been talking her ears off with stories about you."

"Is she the tall blonde?"

"Yes,"

Clarke smiled as she thought to herself. She was going to meet all of Lexa's most important people, but all of her friends and her mother still didn't know much about her and Lexa. Well, her mother didn't at all, she just knew her name. Amongst her friends, Lexa was known by Octavia as "Clarke's friend", epitome complete with swaggering eyebrows and suggesting smirk. She suspected Octavia had talked about it with the rest of the group, but if they knew, they had been good at hiding it, because Clarke never received a single question about it.

"So, when am I coming to the Woods' household?"

Lexa closed her eyes and nodded.

Lexa closed the door after letting Clarke in. She breathed heavily, feeling nervous even though her girlfriend had tried to calm her down multiple times and she knew it wasn't a life-changing event.

"Lexa, you're giving yourself a heart attack. Calm down, it's no big deal." She stroked Lexa's hair softly.

"I know, it's just I thought we'd have more time."

"It's gonna be okay." She assured, "Besides it's about time, I think. I should let my mom and friends know too."

Lexa nodded silently. Clarke smiled softly, "Can I hug you?"

Lexa swallowed, nodding again as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Clarke's waist, holding tightly onto her. They held each other for long, Clarke drowning in Lexa's orchid scented perfume, the thumping of her heart against her chest. "Calm down." She whispered softly. They parted, and Clarke took her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Let's go."

Still hand in hand, they walked into the kitchen where Indra and Murphy were waiting.

Indra was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over her chest and an expectant expression on her face. Murphy looked up from his phone just in time to see them, smirk already in place.

"Aunt, Murphy," she said, with a little emotion in her voice, "This is Clarke."

Clarke moved immediately, "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," she said, extending her hand to Indra. The woman took it, shaking it fervently.

"Hi, Clarke," she replied with a firm voice. Clarke turned to Murphy, recognizing him from the times she visited the diner. She shook his hand too, slightly put off by the smirk he had been wearing since they entered the room. "You can take your seats, dinner is almost ready."

Lexa had already took Clarke's jacket and pointed to her where to seat as she went to put it on the coat hanger. When she came back into the kitchen, Clarke and Indra were already laughing at something, while Murphy rolled his eyes at them. This was going to be a long dinner.

"Lexa, dear, I was telling Clarke about that that time you tried sneaking out through the window, when we lived near the Ark. Do you remember?" Indra asked, a wide smile spread on her face.

Lexa stared at her, then her gaze shifted to Clarke, who wore an amused grin and was visibly repressing a laugh.

A long, long dinner.