A/N: Only 5 more left! We have some civil Lexa/Abby. Within the next five chapters, there'll be wedding dress shopping, a Linctavia wedding, bachelorette parties for our leading ladies, a Clexa wedding, and a question bigger than "will you marry me?" As always, enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Lexa: We're having a family dinner tonight at six. I want to invite you and Marcus. Now might be a good time to start to get back into the family.

Abby: Really? You think it'd be a good idea?

Lexa: Yeah. You're family, it's a family dinner.

Abby: Who's attending? Marcus wants to know. He specifically asked if Octavia will be there…

Lexa: obviously Clarke and myself, Jake and Aurora (O and Bell's mother), Lincoln and Octavia, Bellamy and Raven

Abby: We'll be there. But please give at least Jake a heads up.

Lexa: I will. Promise.

"Jake?" I called. Even though he had moved out—with his girlfriend who just happened to be my best friend's mother—he had spent the afternoon here to get everything ready for the monthly family dinner we held.

"Everything okay, kiddo?" he walked out of the kitchen and over to me.

"I, um, sorta invited Abby and Kane to the dinner tonight?"

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. "I'm taking it your talk with her went well yesterday?"

I nodded happily. "Very well, actually. I doubt we'll be spending much time together, but she understands that Clarke needs us both in our lives and to do that, we need to get along. I don't think there'll be any fights. We agreed we'd try to actually get to know each other before any more talking down."

He wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. I leaned into his hug contently. "I'm so proud of you, kid. Not just for reaching out to Abby, but for everything."

"I just did what was best for Clarke."

"And that's why I'm proud of you. You put her first, that's a huge part of being in a relationship. Sometimes you have to put your partner first to have a happy relationship. You love her unconditionally, as she loves you. You two are made for each other."

…..

Aurora arrived early, as usual, to help Clarke, Jake, and I. Octavia, with Lincoln in tow, arrived shortly after because Octavia is…well, Octavia. At exactly six Bellamy and Raven, who were finally together, arrived.

"You okay, Lex?" Clarke asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, just thinking."

She shook her head, walking over to Raven.

The doorbell rang.

"Clarke, can you get the door?" I asked, reaching for the plates so I had an excuse why I couldn't get the door so she would. She glared at me, knowing full well what I was doing. But she didn't know why.

"Mom! Kane!"

Abby and Kane entered the apartment. Clarke didn't hesitate when she grabbed her mother in a hug. I smiled. I definitely made the right call by inviting them. Someone grabbed me from behind, dragging me to the back of the room.

"Um, what the hell happened yesterday?" Octavia asked.

"Abby proved you wrong, she wants to give it another try."

"Wow."

"Yeah." I walked back towards everyone else with a shocked Octavia on my heels.

"I love you, mom, so don't take this the wrong way. Why are you here?"

"Lexa invited me." Clarke swung around, eyebrows raised, staring at me. "We met up yesterday and we talked about our future with you. She's willing to give me a second chance. I only hope that you can."

"Of course I can," she hugged her after a very grateful smile to me.

"I can't believe it," Octavia muttered so only I could hear.

…

"This meal is wonderful, Lexa," Aurora told me as we were finishing the dinner.

"Thank you. Jake helped me a lot with preparing it."

Jake shook his head. "Lexa did most of the work."

"Oh my god, you two are so terrible at taking a compliment," Clarke laughed. Everyone at the table chuckles, knowing how true it was. "Especially you, Lex."

I ducked my head and Octavia punched me in the shoulder. I didn't hesitate in pinching her back.

"Seriously, you two?" Clarke complained. "How the hell can you two be the best of friends and mortal enemies at the same time?"

"How can you and Raven be the same way as we are?"

"Clarke and I are nowhere as bad as the two of you," Raven pointed out.

"True," Octavia laughed and I nodded in agreeance.

"Girls," Bellamy said, looking at Lincoln. The two of them chuckled.

"How are the wedding plans going?" Raven spoke up.

Octavia swallowed nervously. "Ours is June 10th. We chose the wedding color theme: royal purple and black. Purple dresses for the girls, purple shirts with black jackets and ties for the guys. I'm letting the girls pick their style of dresses—the girls are obviously you three," she said as she pointed at Raven, Clarke, and I. "And you have to wear a dress, Lexa and Raven."

We both groaned.

"Lexa, you're my maid of honor so you better wear the most goddam beautiful dress. Just not as beautiful as mine."

Everyone chuckled.

"We're looking at dresses next month. So you two," she pointed at Clarke and me, "have to have a color theme by then."

"We already do," I told her.

She raised her eyebrows.

"We're doing blue and gold."

Octavia perked up. "I'm thinking round tables with simple white tablecloths with gold plates and blue chairs—maybe blue silk or some kind of silk-like fabric—over the chairs! Blue invitations with gold lettering! A white cake with blue flowers—don't give me that look, Lexa, the cake has to be pretty!—blue dresses with gold accents."

"This is what happens when you put Octavia in charge of your wedding," Raven grumbled, giving me a pointed look.

"If Lexa was in charge, we'd be sitting at picnic tables with paper plates, a birthday cake that said 'happy wedding,' plain invitations, and everyone would wear jeans and t-shirt."

"True," I agreed and everyone burst into laughter at the confession.

She turned to her mother. "What is our wedding like, Mom?"

"Tell us," Lincoln urged, "Or I won't ever hear the end of it!"

Aurora smiled, folding her hands on the table. "Well, we're doing round tables with royal purple table cloths, glass dishes, and black chairs, with flowers on every table. Vanilla and chocolate cupcakes with the purple frosting that shimmers and the sparkly jimmies that go on top. The cake—you have to pick it out, but I have ideas—white frosting with black designs and purple flowers. I need to go over details with you closer to the day though."

Octavia beamed, ecstatic about her wedding. I got nervous when thinking about ours, which was set for July 30th.

July was coming too fast but too slow at the same time.