A/N: Only SIX CHAPTERS LEFT! But don't worry-this story is far from over! Like this was a sequel, there's going to be a 3rd story as this is a Trilogy!

Incoming Call: Unknown Name

"Abigail Griffin."

"Hello, Abby."

"Lexa."

"Can we talk? Like, really talk?"

"…"

"Please?"

"I get out of work at seven, there's a small restaurant and bar down the street from the hospital-Mason's I believe it's called. Meet me there at seven-thirty."

"Alright. Thank you."

"I'm doing this for Clarke."

Call Ended

I sighed, placing my phone down. It was time to confront Abigail Griffin, if not for my own health, then for Clarke. It's killing her, not being able to see her mother without her bashing our relationship or me in general, and it kills her that she can't bring up her mother to me without it affecting me somehow. Clarke assured me that it was her mother's fault and only her mother's fault, but I still felt guilty. It's her mother, her own flesh and blood.

Jake walked through the door, but I was staring at my phone, barely giving him a glance. "Did it break?"

I jumped. I shook my head.

"Then why are you staring at your phone like that?"

I shrugged.

"Lexa."

"I called Abby."

He walked over to me. "Why did you do that?"

"Clarke deserves her mother."

He frowned. "With how Abby acts, I'm not sure Abby deserves Clarke for that matter. Why would you want to talk to that woman? She's done nothing but make you miserable the past several years."

"Because she's Clarke's mother." I grabbed my bag and jacket, brushing past him. "I need to get to work."

"I can drive you, Lexa."

I shook my head vigorously. "I'd rather walk, but thank you."

…

"You made a meeting with Abby?" Octavia screeched.

I clapped a hand over her mouth. "Jesus, O! I told you to keep it between you and me!"

She pulled away, hazel eyes bulging. "It's Abby. Clarke's mom from hell."

"I want to make things right," I told her with a shrug. It was simple. Only it wasn't.

"Lexa. Why now? And why keep it a secret?"

I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "Clarke…she's been hurting. And I know I'm responsible for a lot of her pain. If I can get her on good terms with her mother…it might help her, it might make her happier."

"And if it goes wrong, you'll start backtracking and Clarke will need to know so she can pick up the pieces and I'm pretty sure that will hurt her even more because she'll feel responsible for the pain you'll be in. Abby won't ever change, Lexa."

"You don't know that," I told her stubbornly. "There's a chance…maybe there's just a big misunderstanding between us?"

She shook her head wildly. "No fucking way it's just a big misunderstanding. That woman is Satan incarnate."

"She's not that bad." I don't know why I'm defending that woman, I should be agreeing with O, but for some reason I felt the need to defend her.

"I can't remember a time when you two exchanged words that didn't end up with you in tears. So I stand by my words."

…

Seven came by too soon. I turned to Octavia with a pleading look on my face. "I'm meeting Abby at Mason's by the hospital in a half hour. Can you drop me off?"

"Oh for fuck's sake!" she sighed deeply. "Fine. But I don't want to hear about it if she tears you up in a million pieces."

"Public place, remember? Plus, she picked the place, so maybe she knows she loses her cool and wants to be civil for once."

She rolled her eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it"

I followed her out to her car and she drove the fifteen minutes to the restaurant in silence.

"Good luck."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I entered the restaurant, drawing in a deep breath. I glanced over to the bar. I'm not a big drinker, but I think I might need one. But I'm sure Clarke wouldn't appreciate it if I came home drunk.

"Lexa."

I jumped slightly as Abby appeared behind me. She strode past me to find a table and I followed anxiously. I was really starting to regret reaching out to her. It couldn't go bad in a public restaurant, could it? She found an empty table away from everyone else and we sat across from each other. She folded her hand on the table, raising her eyebrows and beckoned me to speak.

"I know you don't like me," I began and she scoffed, "but we need to work through this. Clarke needs her mother in her life."

"Clarke chose you."

I sighed. "The only reason she chose me was because you made her choose. If she didn't have to choose, if she could have both of us, she's be so happy. Can't you see that? Don't you want your daughter? Don't you want your daughter to be happy?"

"Is she happy with you?" she finally asked after a long, contemplative silence. "Is she really happy?"

I nodded. "Happy enough to propose. She wants to spend the rest of her life with me and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. But I know Clarke, and she's going to want you in her life. Our life."

The waiter stopped by and we both ordered salads and waters. Once the waiter left, I sat up straight, my hands folding, mirroring hers. "I know you don't like me, Abby. And I know that I haven't been your biggest fan. But we hardly know each other! I think…I think we should give each other another chance, if not for us, then for Clarke."

After a long pause, she finally nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I gave her a small but shaky smile. The waiter brought us or food and we ate in silence.

As we got up to go our separate ways, I turned to her. "I'll be sure that you and Marcus get a wedding invitation."

"Thank you."

And she gave me a genuine smile, and I couldn't have been happier about reaching out to Abby Griffin.