Note: Got a review in Portuguese (I guess?) which I don't really speak but the meaning was clear though. But I actually appreciate it! And yeah, you're right but trust me; I'm sorry if I hurt or disappointed anyone, that was never my intention but that's my creative freedom. I just went with the flow when I created this, I kind of wrote this whole thing in two days – But seriously, heads up! :)

And to be honest, I'm kind of proud of the outcome anyway. I had no idea where this was going, either, when I started it but here we are, and our journey is not over yet!

Thanks as well fuckyeahswanqueen (Ha! Love your name!), and Guest(s) for some super sweet reviews! x

Her friends knew about the tumor but Clarke had decided not to tell Lexa yet. She figured if she really had only three months left, or four if she was lucky, she wanted to spend them in the best way possible and that, she thought, required Lexa to not know about it.

Lexa (3:13pm): Hey! I'll be back in NYC at 6:30 and I'd like to take you out for dinner?

Clarke (3:14pm): I'd love that! :) pick me up at 8pm? Can't wait to see you again, babe xx

Lexa (3:21pm): Can't wait either!

"That wine is really good! And the dinner was absolutely delicious! And you look so, so beautiful!" Clarke said, taking another sip. "So how was the... do three days already count as a tour?"

Lexa laughed. "Well, I guess you could consider it a tour, yeah. It was great and actually quite successful but I'm glad to be back home, too. Are you okay though? You seem a little distracted today."

"Yeah it's just... I talked to Raven and she explained her side of the story and I think I just needed to hear what she thinks and that she knows that I'm there for her, no matter what." Clarke hoped that this would satisfy Lexa, but when the brunette nodded but slightly narrowed her eyes, she quickly added, "And I'm super tired. This whole exhibition thing is really stressing me out. It's a big deal, for the gallery and for me too, of course. I have the paintings but I'm not 100% sure they're the best choice."

"I'm sure they're perfect." The brunette smiled and Clarke was relieved that the topic seemed to be over.

"How's Aden?"

"Oh he's great, I facetimed with him yesterday. For two minutes actually, then he fell asleep. But I'll pick him up from school tomorrow and I had to promise to make my famous Lexa–Burgers, so if you'd like to try some, you're invited of course!"

"I'd like to try some other Lexa–stuff, too..." Clarke said in her low raspy voice that always made Lexa forget how to breathe.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

They barely made it to Lexa's loft and didn't even bother to get to the brunette's bed. Clarke loved the brunette. She loved everything about her. She loved the way Lexa grabbed her hips and pulled her impossibly closer as Clarke pushed her against the wall and herself into the woman's body. She loved how Lexa's fingers were tangled in her hair when she kissed her neck. She loved the soft moans that escaped the brunette's mouth as she slid her hands under her shirt and left scratch marks on firm abs. She loved the heavy breathing and the way Lexa threw her head onto Clarke's shoulder and she loved how the brunette arched her back and became completely silent for a moment.

And she loved the way Lexa loved her back.

When Clarke reached Lexa's door, she could already smell those infamous burgers and she realized how hungry she actually was. The door swung open before she could knock and Aden pulled her inside.

"You're louder than elephants, Clarke! You breathe like Darth Vader!" Aden stated, arms crossed.

"And how would you know how Darth Vader sounds?" Clarke laughed, mirroring his posture and playfully shooting a warning look to Lexa who threw her hands up in defense.

"He watches those things with Toby and his big brother, not my fault that kid here is wrecked already!"

"Mom!"

"Just kidding, buddy. Come here, I need you to try that wine. I'm not sure if it's a good choice." Aden smelled at the bottle and grimaced which caused both women to laugh. "Good choice then!"

The famous Lexa–Burgers, Clarke had to admit, were better than anything she'd ever eaten before. Well, almost anything and she slightly blushed at that thought.

After dinner found them in the living room with Clarke on the couch and Aden cuddled up against Lexa in an arm chair.

"Aden has an art project coming up at school and he was wondering if you could help him a bit?" Lexa said, earning an angry glance from her son and laughed. "Sorry, I thought you were too shy to ask."

"Well I'd love to help you!" Clarke assured him.

"And there's something else that he–"

"I can do it, mom! Umm... It's my birthday in March and mom said you'd be busy then with another exbit.. exhibti.. at your work. So I thought if I asked early enough, maybe you could schedule everything and come to my birthday party... um, so will you come?" Lexa leaned down and whispered something in his ear and he quickly added, "Please?"

"Absolutely!" The blonde smiled. That boy was too adorable for her heart to take and the interaction between him and his mom warmed her heart, every time. She was happy and thankful that she was actually a part of their life. It was when she thought she couldn't be happier and how perfect everything was right now, when it hit her. It was the end of October and March was five months away.

She did not sleep well that night. She woke up every once in a while, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, her breathing fast. Lexa was sleeping next to her and the peaceful look on the brunette's face calmed Clarke down a bit.

She woke up again and glanced at the alarm clock. 4:59am. Lexa was now sleeping on her side, facing away from Clarke. Her breathing was calm and steady and Clarke carefully snuggled up to her, breathing in the scent of Lexa's hair.

"I'm sorry, Lexa. There are so many things that I want to tell you and so many things you need to know, and I just don't have enough time and it scares me. I'm so scared, Lexa. I wish you were awake, I won't have the courage again to tell you. I'm... I love you, no matter what. I will always love you. Wherever I am..." Clarke whispered. She knew she should actually tell Lexa everything, she knew Lexa would want to know and that she also had every right to know. But Clarke also knew that she wouldn't be brave enough to speak those words again. She closed her eyes and felt a tear running down her cheek. She had accepted what was about to come and quietly cried herself to sleep.

"I love you too, Clarke." Lexa whispered back at the sleeping blonde, and closed her eyes.