A/N So sorry it took an extra day to upload this! Basically 'part 2" to the previous chapter

Chapter 14: Will you marry me?

"Clarke. The past six years with you have been…amazing. The most amazing years of my life. And…and I love you. I love you more than anything. And I never want to live a day without you."

My heart began thumping. Was she…was she about to propose?

"What are you saying, Lex?" I asked nervously. I hoped, man did I hope, that she was saying what I thought she was saying.

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a box. And not just any box. A jewelry box. A ring box. I gasped.

And she knelt down on one knee. And I couldn't help the few tears that escaped. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Clarke Griffin, will you marry me?"

I put my hands over my mouth, needing half a second to process. But I only made her wait half a second. "Yes," I whispered. She stood up and I crashed my lips into hers, just for a moment, and then my arms were around her shoulders, hugging her with everything I had.

Clapping erupted around us and, with an internal sigh, I released Lexa and looked at all the familiar faces around us. Surprise and complete joy filled the many faces and I had never felt happier than I did in this moment, never felt more at home.

"This was so worth coming home for," my father said, approaching us. I smiled brightly at him.

"You're practically glowing, Clarke," he said with a smile.

"This one has that effect on me." I kissed Lexa's cheek, loving her cheeks blushed red. My father chuckled, wrapping one arm around Lexa and hugging her and reaching for me with the other one.

"Oh, my girls."

Suddenly, everything made sense. "Lexa invited you…because she planned on proposing tonight? Which means she's known for a while? Like a long while?"

Lexa hid her face, telling me my answer. My dad nodded. "She called me the beginning of last month."

I poked Lexa's shoulder. "Okay, how long have you been tormenting yourself over this?"

"Tormenting herself?"

I nodded. "She does that. She thinks too much, plans too much, and drives herself into insanity. And surprisingly, I didn't have even the tiny inkling until her speech two seconds before she got down on one knee." I poked her shoulder again. "Lexa?"

She groaned. "Four months."

My eyes opened wide in shock. "Four months?!"

"You can thank Octavia for keeping sane."

"Wait—O knew?"

She nodded.

"Who else knew?"

"Just Jake, Anya, Indra, and Roan."

"Roan knew?!"

She nodded again. "O and I ran into him on a walk when he first got here and Octavia hinted at the proposal and Indra became really curious so I told them."

"Of course Octavia did that," I laughed.

"She keeps us on our toes."

"That she does." I turned to my father. "How long are you here for?"

He gave us a smile. "Until after New Year's."

Lexa shared an excited look with me. It had been such a long time since we had seen my—our—father, and now we had him for a month.

"Then I have an offer," Raven appeared behind us, and from her grin, she was nearby for a while. "Jake, I have a spare room. It may be awkward, but it's just temporary. Because I really doubt you want to be in the room next door tonight because man is Clarke is going to worship Lexa in bed tonight."

He put a hand up. "I really appreciate that offer and I'll gladly take it, but please don't say ever anything about their…sex life again."

The three of us all laughed at the uncomfortable look on my poor father's face. But there was one thing that Raven was right about: I was going to be the best damn thing Lexa has ever had tonight. She was no longer my girlfriend, she is officially my fiancé. And making love as an engaged couple has got to be damn well better than making love as just a couple, though we were never "just a couple."

From the look on Lexa's face, we were reaching the end of this party. She grinned, a sparkle in her eye. Okay, this party is ending. Right. Now.

"You know, I'm starting to get bored of this party," I said.

"Me, too," Lexa responded, her eyes not leaving mine.

"Well, then," Raven spoke up. "I guess Clarke is really ready to worship her fiancé now."

"Raven!" Both Lexa and I whisper-shouted.

My father covered his ears.

Before anyone could stop to speak to us or before Raven went on to continue embarrassing us, I took Lexa's hand in my own and pulled her away from them and we made it out of the ball without any issue. The valet brought us my car back and Lexa was in the car before I was. She was really looking forward to getting home! It took us less than ten minutes to arrive at the apartment. We made it into the apartment in record time and we headed straight to our rooms.

The second we reached our room, Lexa's lips connected to mine in a searing kiss. And we didn't stop until we needed oxygen. And we took a breath, then went right to kissing.

"I want your dress off. Now," she mumbled into my lips.

"Go right ahead."

Her fingers slid around my back, carefully pulling the zipper down so she didn't snag skin and pulled it down. She fumbled with my bra strap, succeeding after seconds to remove it. She pulled her lips away from mine so she could remove my underwear and I didn't complain. The second she was upright, I was pulling off her sexy ass dress and her bra went with it. I groaned. "You had to wear those wretched tights, didn't you?

She laughed and I pushed her back onto the bed. Once she was lying down, I pulled off her tights and underwear. Finally.

"I swear, you purposely make it as difficult as possible for me when you know we're going to have sex," I mumbled and she just chuckled. And then I climbed off the bed.

"Clarke?"

"Hold on." Glancing at my ring, that beautiful diamond, reminded me of something. So I dug through my sock drawer. The only drawer of mine that I knew Lexa would never go into. Because white ankle socks were one of her pet peeves or something. She only wore tights or thin, dark colored knee highs. And I pulled out my own velvet box. She shot up in bed, eyeing me.

"Klark…"

"I was going to propose to you at New Years. But you kinda beat me to it." Her green eyes were wide. I pulled out the sparkling diamond and I took her hand, which was shaking slightly, and slid it on her finger. "Marry me," I whispered.

"Of course," she responded. "As soon as possible." She smile brightly at me. "We'll have a huge wedding—not because that's exactly what we want but it's because we'd get our asses kicked by everyone if we didn't."

She laughed. "Especially by Octavia."

I laughed with her. "Octavia would have a heart attack if we eloped. Actually, I think she'd have a heart attack if we did anything besides a massive wedding."

She nodded. I looked down at my ring once again. I stared at it for a long minute, brow furrowing. "What's wrong, Clarke?" I ignored her, taking her hand and holding it next to mine. She gasped. "They're exactly the same!"

"Octavia helped me pick it out…" I looked at her. "Did she ever see the ring you got me?"

She nodded, laughing. "Many times."

"Wow. Just wow."

"I think we're going to definitely need a huge wedding. She made sure we had the exact same engagement ring, so yeah, she's gonna go overboard."

"She's going to plan the whole thing."

"I don't know whether I'm gonna love or hate that."

I smiled. "It might drive us crazy, but…" I climbed back onto the bed and pushed Lexa gently back so she was lying down with me hovering over her. "It'll give us more time to do this…"

"You're nothing but trouble, Klark kom Skaikru."

I chuckled, loving how she still called me that.

"I know I am…Heda."

I interlaced our fingers and I leaned down, capturing her lips in mine once again.

Every time I think that my life is perfect, this amazing woman does something to make it even more perfect. And I am thankful, and will forever be thankful, for how much she made me feel alive.