"Are you sure you want to do this?" They were sitting in Lexa's car outside of Abby's house.

"No, not at all."

"Well we can still turn around."

"Yes please!"

"Clarke... Your mother deserves to know what's going on in your life. You promised her to show up today." Lexa took Clarke's hand and gently squeezed it. "And you're not alone. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." The blonde nodded and climbed out of the car. She still had no idea what she had done to deserve such a beautiful person like Lexa to love her.

"Hey sweetie! I'm happy you could make it!" Abby blurted out and hugged both women who, one more than the other, were slightly startled by the intimate gesture.

"Come in, and I want to know everything about the exhibition!"

"Marcus...?" Clarke started but her mom shook her head, "He's in Washington, on a business trip." Clarke sighed in relief and they followed Abby into the house.

"So when's the grand opening?" Abby asked, putting cups on the coffee table and then motioning for Clarke and Lexa to sit down on the couch.

"This Friday, actually. There's still some work waiting to get done but we're following the schedule really well, so the main stuff should be finished on Wednesday morning."

"And your paintings will be there, too, right?"

"Yep."

"Actually," Lexa interfered, "Clarke wanted to invite you to the opening, Mrs Griffin." Clarke shot her a confused glance.

"It's Abby, Lexa!" Abby smiled. "And sweetie I'd love to come!"

"Yeah I um– yeah." Clarke took a large sip from her coffee, not sure how to proceed.

They talked about this and that, mainly about Finn and Abby's work and Clarke felt the consequences of too much caffeine when the throbbing pain in her head worsened again but she tried not to let it show. And it worked. Almost.

"So honey, your text sounded... kind of, let's say worrying. And you don't look too well either. Are you okay? Do I need to worry?"

"No mom, it's fine." Clarke replied and felt Lexa shift a little next to her, but she said nothing, so Clarke continued. "The whole exhibition thing is super exhausting. Don't get me wrong, I love it, everything about it but I'm not gonna lie, I'm glad when it's finally over."

"Yeah I understand that, work can be stressful sometimes. Speaking of it – Lexa, what do you actually do for a living?"

"I'm manage bands and their tours. It's not really an academic job but it's good money and it's what I like to do." Lexa offered politely.

"Wow! That's... great! I guess. Sounds adventurous for sure!"

"It can be, sometimes." Lexa replied and Abby laughed. "I'm sure. So what about about a family? Do you have a boyfriend or maybe a husband?"

"Mom I don't think Lexa wants to–"

"Neither, actually."

"Oh," Abby looked slightly disappointed at that, "but you're a beautiful woman and don't you, I mean... want to have a family someday?"

"To be honest, I have a family and I'm really happy."

"But didn't you just say that you don't have a partner?"

"That's not exactly what I said, Mrs Gr– Abby. I have a son, he's my everything and I have a wonderful girlfriend who, I think, loves him just as much as I do." Lexa calmly explained.

"Oh... And uh..." Clarke could see that her mother clearly had not expected this and actually, she enjoyed seeing her mother grow slightly uncomfortable while trying to figure out how to handle the new information. "And what does your... girlfriend... do? I mean what does she work? Is she nice? I mean of course she is. And does she– um... what's she like?"

Clarke blushed but Lexa played it cool. "She's great. She's a wonderful person and she truly has a beautiful soul. When I met her," Lexa's lips were now forming a small smile, "I think I was giving her a hard time. I kind of controlled the situation, and I'm more than thankful that she was so patient and waited for me to, you know, open up and give this... relationship a chance. I'm sure I don't deserve her, she's perfect. I don't know what else to say. I'm glad this happened."

Abby smiled. "Sounds like you two are happy together and like you're really lucky to have her. And, if I may say, she can be really lucky to have you, too. I don't know a lot about you, but from what I can tell, you're a good person to have around."

"Thank you, Abby."

"But you didn't tell me about her work. I mean is she... in a good financial situation? What does she do?" Clarke chuckled but only enough for Lexa to notice.

"Well she works at a bar and is managing an important exhibition at a gallery right now."

Abby's – jaw – dropped.

"So that went quite well, didn't it?" Clarke laughed as they climbed into the car. "I'm glad it wasn't me who had to tell her. You were fantastic, babe. Seriously! She loves you, obviously, and she gave us her Okay before she even knew! Well played, Miss Woods!" She leaned over and kissed her girlfriend.

"I'm glad my dilemma amused you." The brunette joked and started the engine, but didn't drive right off. Instead, she took Clarke's hand and waited for her eyes to meet hers. "You should have told her, though."

"But you did such a great job!"

"That's not what I mean, Clarke."

Clarke let go of Lexa's hand and turned her head and looked out of the front window.

"I will tell her. Later."

"Later, when? Clarke, don't hurt her. She deserves to know. Actually, she deserved to know before anyone else. I don't want you to do something you might regret. But in the end, it's your choice alone and I respect that. And I support you, okay? Whatever you decide. I love you, I'm here."

"Can you just drive us home, please?"