Clarke POV

The next morning came around. Octavia and Raven were both home watching Netflix on the couch. I was in a terrible mood, everything was starting to hit me even harder that before. I didn't want to talk about so I convinced them that I couldn't sleep last night- which wasn't an entire lie- and that's why I was in such a crabby mood this morning. I wasn't totally sure if they were buying it or not, but they'd known me long enough to know when not to push me about things.

Lexa must have taken their advice because when she got back around noon, she didn't ask me to tell her what was wrong or even ask why I couldn't sleep. She just tackled me onto the bed and tickled my neck with her nose, giggling the whole time.

She paused, sitting up and relieving me from her death grip, "I have to pee. Don't go anywhere."

"I wasn't planning on it." I said as she dashed out of the room.

She returned a few minutes later and tackled me again, crushing my lungs in the process. She buried her face into my neck, making herself comfortable on top of me. "Are you comfortable?"

She nodded into my neck in response, "Don't drool on me, I get enough of that from the two year old."

As if on cue, I heard the front door open, followed by a loud shrieking noise and footsteps running down the hall. "Mommy!"

I don't know how, but she managed to spring onto the bed and right onto Lexa's back. All I could think of was how much sugar she'd had.

Bellamy walked in, "So, my mom might have loaded her up on sugar."

I groaned, "Great, I'll just start on the coffee now."

Bellamy smiled, "Well, I'm gonna go and leave you be."

The peace only lasted another 30 seconds before Elise decided to roll of of Lexa and almost face plant on the ground. She stood up and took off for the living room, screaming 2 year old gibberish as she did. "Lex, you're gonna have to move."

Lexa groaned into my neck before pushing herself up and standing on the floor. I grabbed onto her hand, getting up and leaving the room to find Elise, who was probably trying to climb onto the counter to get to the food stash.

And I was right. Elise had her hands gripping the counter while she had one foot on the knob to one of the lower cabinets. I stood frozen in place, watching as her hands began to slip. I made a mad dash for her and barely managed to grab her before she slipped.

Lexa was standing in the living room, finding this amusing. That only made Elise giggle as she jumped out of arms and started squealing loudly and running laps around the kitchen island. There wasn't much I could do, but watch and hope she didn't run or fall into something.

3 hours later, Lexa and I were sitting on the couch, hoping Elise would ware herself out at some point. I'd chased her back and forth. I'd taken her to the park, I'd done everything that would normally calm her down, and none of it was working. I was out of ideas at this point and it was approaching 8 pm.

I jolted up at the sound of a collision. I jumped up from the couch with Lexa in tow as I searched for the wild 2 year old. I found her laying on her back in the kitchen as if she'd bounced off of the corner of the counter. Suddenly, her face scrunched up and she didn't just cry, she screamed as tears fell down her face and her nose ran. I bent down to pick her up, cursing silently to myself.

I turned around with the screaming toddler to see Lexa frozen in her spot, looking completely freaked out. It scared me shitless the first time Elise screamed bloody murder after face planting when she was ten months old while attempting to walk for the first time. I also had experience with my sister when she was a toddler, so I was pretty used to it, but it was easier when my mom would take Charlotte off my hands. Now that wasn't an option seeing this was my kid, not my sister and she was my responsibility.

I managed to get a glimpse at Elise's forehead and saw a bruise forming on the left side. That would look great. People always liked to make up every little injury she to be me purposely inflicting it upon her. They seemed to forget that kids fall and run into things. My main concern was that she didn't have any hidden head injury and the people who would judge could just jump off a cliff.

Half an hour later, Elise's crying quieted until I looked to my shoulder to see her passed out completely and drooling on my shirt. I silently high-fived Lexa on the way to take Elise back to her room to put her to bed.