A/N:I was going to make this a 4-part thing, but decided that adding the "grey and old" part was kind of depressing in reflection of all this fluff I just wrote. So I decided to say fuck it and just go with this beauty right here. I apologize profusely for any mistakes, I just finished writing this after my Pre-Calculus class because I felt like I needed an outlet before doing my homework for it. Enjoy the fluff, drop a comment and follow me for more Clexa beauty.

Thanks for reading!

~TGF

Part 3: Thank My Lucky Stars

"Aden, if you wake mom, I'll kill you," Isabel whispered harshly across the breakfast table to her younger brother. The eight year old had just asked for a glass of milk too loudly and Izzy wasn't having any of it. Her parents worked hard and deserved to sleep. If her mommy woke up grumpy because of Aden she swore to herself that she'd fulfill her promise to kill him. She was excited that when she got home from school, both of her moms would be there when she got off the bus.

It was a rare treat for the Griffin-Woods clan to be together earlier than 9 o'clock on a week night. But Clarke had worked late the night before and Lexa had taken a vacation day to be home, at least for as long as she could.

"Isabel, you will not kill your brother," Lexa murmured calmly from the stove. She turned to them with two plates of food. "And Aden, please lower your voice, your mother is still asleep."

Sometimes Lexa wondered how they managed it all, but it was in moments like these. Moments where her kids were bickering—much more quietly now—across the table and she was okay with it. They were just being kids and maybe Lexa couldn't wait for them to be at school so she could have some alone time with her wife.

Once the two of them settled in to eat, Lexa went back to the stove to start on Clarke's breakfast. Since it was so rare for them to have the same day off, she wanted to do something special for her hardworking wife.

It was basically perfect timing. Aden and Isabel finished eating just as the toast for Clarke's breakfast popped up. Lexa had them both put their plates in the sink and then shooed them to their rooms to get ready for school. With a plate of food in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, Lexa carefully balanced around them as they scurried off, heading to her own room as quietly as possible.

The door squeaked just a bit as she bumped it open with her hip and tiptoed her way inside. She maneuvered a couple of things on Clarke's bedside table and placed the plate and coffee there. The blonde's head was under the covers and her face was buried in the pillow. Her body was facing Lexa's side of the bed and if the brunette wasn't mistaking, she had moved to take over even more of it since Lexa had left. Tangle blonde waves covered her face and Lexa leaned over, brushing strands away from rosy cheeks.

"Hey, baby," Lexa whispered, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to Clarke's temple. Her hand instinctively grabbed at Clarke's hip, hidden under a heavy, warm comforter. She ran her hand gently up and down Clarke's side as she tried to awaken her. "Wake up, love. I made breakfast."

Clarke groaned, her eyelids fluttering and nose twitching adorably. Her body shifted ever so slightly, seeming to push further into Lexa's touch subconsciously. She didn't move further though, only settled right back into sleep.

"Babe," Lexa murmured again, shaking her lightly, "I know you worked late, but its time to get up. I'm taking Aden and Izzy to school and then I'll be back." Lexa kissed her head again, knowing full well Clarke would take a minute to wake up completely. "Don't let your food get cold. I love you."

The sleepy blonde mumbled something akin to 'I love you too' but didn't make a move to do anything further so Lexa placed another gentle kiss to her temple and exited the bedroom. She peaked into Aden's room, where the scrawny blonde boy was packing up his backpack with his homework the night before.

"Almost ready, Den?" Lexa smiled at the boy. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he meticulously put each paper back in the proper, organized manner as he did most things. He had that little scrunch right between his eyebrows that Clarke did when she was focused, yet he was so much like Lexa mentally, organized and scheduled, that it sometimes scared her how much they do that was the exact same.

The boy nodded, "Yeah, momma. Which shoes should I wear?"

"Whichever you want."

"Well, Izzy says I look stupid when I wear my light up ones." He paused in what he was doing and Lexa noticed the conflicted in his bright eyes.

Lexa leaned against the door frame casually, "Your sister doesn't tell you what to do, Aden. You can wear whatever you want to school, I personally think that your Cars shoes are perfect. If they made them in my size I'd wear them in a heartbeat."

The small boy grinned at the idea, "You'd look funny."

"I'd look cool."

Aden giggled and zipped up his backpack, going to his closet to grab his shoes. Lexa left him there, peaking into Isabel's room. If Aden was more like Lexa, then Izzy was much more like Clarke.

"Isabel," Lexa sighed in exasperation. Her daughter was tying her hair back and looking through her messy closet for something to wear. She was still in her pajamas and her floor was littered with toys, her bed was still a mess.

"I'm almost ready," her voice was tight with stress because she knew she definitely was not almost ready.

Lexa stepped into the room, moving to the bed and making it quickly before leaning down and picking up the miscellaneous toys scattered on the floor. She dropped them into the toy box before moving to stand behind her daughter. Her hair was still a mess, a mix of wavy and curly that made it frizz out.

"What's taking so long, Iz?" Lexa rested her hands on her daughter's shoulders, staring into the closet with her.

"I don't know what to wear."

You're ten, what do you have to worry about? Apparently the 4th grade was a difficult time for girls because Izzy had been scattered the entire school year. "Well, lets see." Lexa's eyes scanned over the closet. "You have my skin but mommy's eyes so we should go with this," Lexa snatched a light green shirt off of a hanger and handed it to the little girl.

Izzy wrinkled her nose but shrugged, "Are you sure I should wear this?"

"Trust me, Iz, I know style."

The small, brunette girl stared up over her shoulder, passing a judgmental look over Lexa's plaid sleep pants and tank top as if to say, Yeah, sure, mom.

Lexa ran a gentle hand through dark waves before pulling her hair back gently. Deftly, Lexa braided her daughter's hair in under five minutes, snatching a loose hairband from the end table. Lexa chuckled gently, "Now, get changed, kiddo, we're out of here in ten." She nudged Isabel towards her dresser before turning and exiting the bedroom.

Aden was sitting at the kitchen counter, Power Rangers backpack on his shoulders and feet swinging underneath him, occasionally hitting the leg and making his shoes light up blue and white. He had both hands wrapped around his leftover cup of milk and a white mustache on his upper lip from drinking it. Lexa sat next to him, moussing his white-blonde hair with a gentle hand. Clarke said that his hair would darken as he got older, just like hers had, but Lexa loved it. He reminded her of Draco Malfoy, if Draco had curly hair.

It took Izzy exactly ten minutes to finish getting ready. They piled into the Jeep, which had been child proofed exactly ten years ago when Clarke had insisted upon it. If Lexa wanted to keep the Jeep, it had to be safe for the children. Once Aden was settled into his booster seat and Izzy was properly buckled in, Lexa started the car.

They made it through the car loop just in time for the first bell to ring. Both children unbuckled themselves and Izzy leaned up kissing Lexa on the cheek with a quick 'I love you' before she was out of the car and rushing towards her classroom.

Lexa stepped out of the car and opened Aden's door, taking his hand. He always preferred it when he was walked to his classroom for fear of getting lost and being left alone. It was an irrational fear, but Lexa indulged it because she knew eventually, Aden wouldn't want her to do it anymore.

They got to his classroom and Lexa small talked with Mrs. Hall for a moment before kissing her son goodbye. She watched him for a moment as he settled into his seat and laughed at something his neighbor said.

A feeling settled into the pit of her stomach, a happiness that his her so suddenly she felt like crying. It was insane how quickly her life has unraveled. She'd never expected to get married and have kids and be so wholly and absolutely infatuated with her children. She waved one last time at Mrs. Hall before turning and walking away. She crossed her arms over her chest.

Yeah, it got difficult to manage her marriage sometimes and yes, of course she and Clarke argued about bills and the kids and all sorts of childish things. But she was still so irrevocably in love with the blonde it hurt.

When Lexa gets home from dropping them off, Clarke is in the kitchen washing her dishes. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun on her head and she's still dressed in her pjs—underwear and one of Lexa's t-shirts that she'd stolen from way back when they started dating. The brunette's heart clenched painfully because suddenly she wasn't almost forty years old with two kids, a mortgage and a wife. She was twenty-four again, meeting Clarke in a bar at Octavia's twenty-second birthday, going home with her and realizing this woman had embedded herself into her soul all those years ago.

"I could have done that," Lexa greeted the blonde, hanging the keys up by the door to the garage, before walking around the island and into the kitchen, "Breakfast was supposed to be special for you."

Clarke glanced over her shoulder, elbows deep in sink water and smiled. Her eyes were tired and the lines at the corners of her eyes crinkled, brightening them. It sent Lexa's heart stuttering in her chest, because damn was her wife gorgeous. It settled deep into her bones almost every day how much she loved the woman in front of her, even after all these years. "I wanted to do something nice for you too." She shrugged, then added teasingly, "But you use a lot of dishes, there was no reason for half of them."

Lexa slipped her arms around Clarke's waist as she sidled up behind her. She swayed them back and forth as Clarke washed and rested her head in the crook of her shoulder, "I'm sorry, I would have done them, you know." She placed a chaste kiss to Clarke's neck.

Clarke rolled her eyes, "I know, hon. But I kind of like doing dishes."

"That is disgusting." Lexa wrinkled her nose.

"You love me anyway," she glances over her shoulder again and smiles so vibrantly Lexa's heart physically hurts.

Blue eyes meet green, "More than words can describe," Lexa planted a small kiss on the curve of Clarke's neck again, breaking eye contact and squeezed her a bit closer.

"Sap." Clarke quipped lightly, "But I love you too." Clarke stretches forward and turns off the sink before drying off her hands. Once dry, she turns in Lexa's arms and leans back against the counter a smile playing on her lips. She wrapped her arms around Lexa's neck and tangled her hands into her hair.

Lexa watched her, still marveling at the fact that it had been more ten years that they had been married and she was still head over heels in love with her wife. It wasn't supposed to be like this, from her experience, marriage was mostly trash. But this, this was beyond reasonable thought and she was so grateful for it. She had always been told as a kid that eventually everything settles down, but Clarke still drove her mad. It was like seeing her for the first time every single day and it never got old.

Clarke's smile widened and Lexa mimicked it. "What?" Lexa asked, genuinely curious.

"You. You're perfect and I'm so in love with you, sometimes it hurts." Clarke brushed a hand over the scar at Lexa's hairline before trailing it down to her jaw, then dropping it to her shoulder.

Instead of responding, Lexa leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Clarke's lips. A hard, passionate kiss that tried to convey all the feelings she was no good at putting into words. She cupped the side of Clarke's face and pressed their bodies flush together, melting into the curves she was so familiar with.

Clarke pulled away slightly after a moment, their noses brushing lightly in an affectionate, instinctual way they'd developed years ago. "Will you dance with me?"

The brunette didn't respond, only stepped back and clasped Clarke's hand, sending her stumbling forward into Lexa's chest. "I will always dance with you, love."

When they were younger, Clarke hadn't known how to dance in any style except when she went clubbing. Lexa's only way of teaching her was by having her stand on her toes and spinning them around the room. This time was no different, Clarke stepped on Lexa's sneakered feet with her bare ones and they clasped hands once again.

Lexa sent them spinning and hopping around the kitchen and Clarke laughed so vibrantly it made Lexa do the same. It was one of those rare moments they both felt like kids again, when they were free and in school together, living everyday like their last.

Now, they had kids and bills that piled up some months. Lexa worked constantly, and Clarke was doing a mixture of microbial research and teaching at the University. The kids were sometimes difficult and sometimes the only interaction they had was falling into bed next to each other at the end of the day.

This was one of those moments that made Lexa appreciate every single one of the bad ones. Lexa lightly pushed Clarke off her toes and spun her around, loose blonde tresses were thrown around Clarke's head and caught the light like white gold.

They stopped dancing, both out of breath and clinging to each other, laughing like they had not a care in the world. "You know," Clarke began, "I can't wait to be old and grey with you and embarrass our kids until they don't want us around anymore and tell our grandkids all about how we met and fell in love."

"You mean, how you were shitfaced drunk and I had to take care of you while you were sick on your bathroom floor?"

Clarke smacked Lexa's shoulder and gasped, pulling away slightly but Lexa wouldn't let her go. "Rude, I don't remember it that way. No, I mean how I knew from the moment I saw you that you were my soulmate, no matter how much of a pain in my ass you were from that moment forward."

It was Lexa's turn to feign hurt. "Excuse me, you married me."

"Only because it took you forever to ask and I had to ask you."

"Oh you had to? Was it such a chore?"

"No," Clarke grinned. "You could never be a chore. I wouldn't change a thing about you even if I could." She wrapped her arms around Lexa's neck and stretched upward, pressing a kiss to Lexa's lips once again. They swayed back and forth for a few more minutes, lost in their memories and the feeling of the other.

"Clarke Griffin, I am going to love you for all of eternity, I hope you know. You can't get rid of me. Even when we die, I'm going to be there with you, loving you wherever we end up."

"As long as we die together."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Lexa hummed quietly and pressed gentle kisses into Clarke's jaw. "So what do you want to do the rest of the day?"

They made eye contact, flashing knowing smiles at each other as Clarke pretended to pull it over. "Binge watch Disney movies?"

Lexa rolled her eyes and chuckled, "We gotta watch Mulan first."

"No, Monsters Inc."

"No," Lexa sighed dramatically, pulling Clarke in the direction of the living room.

"Yes, Monsters Inc."

"Mulan."

"Okay, fine," Clarke slumped into the couch and opened her arms, gesturing for Lexa to lay on top of her. "But Monsters Inc. after."

"Fine. Then the Incredibles." Lexa grabbed the remote from the coffee table and the fuzzy blanket from the back of the couch before pressing her body into Clarke's. She handed the blonde the remote and buried her face in the crook of her neck.