Love Hate Relationship

Epilogue 2

ANOTHER THREE YEARS LATER

Lexa popped into the maternity ward to check on the action. "What's happening in here?" She half closed the hospital room door behind her.

"I'm dying!"

"You hear that? She's dying," O confirmed.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "She's had three small contractions in three hours. That lasted about four seconds. At this rate we'll be here for a week. And I'm not even sure they were contractions." Clarke pulled some strings and got Raven a room early. She wasn't Raven's attending, because, according to Raven, "there was no way my best friend is gonna stare at my cooch for hours." But she needed Clarke present, for moral support.

Raven huffed. "Is that popcorn Lex?"

Lexa threw a few kernels back. "Yeah." She shared some with Clarke and Octavia.

"Touché my friend, touché. Eating popcorn at my funeral."

"You're not gonna die," Clarke stated matter-of-factly.

"All thirty-nine-year-olds die in childbirth, Clarke."

"You're ridiculous. That's not a statistic. Where are the kids?" she asked Lexa.

"With your mom in her office."

Raven noshed on ice cubes. "How did you have two of these Clarke? Without dying?"

"I guess I'm stronger than you."

Raven glance at Octavia. "Babe. Why did you do this to me?"

Octavia's eyebrows shot up. "Why did I do this to you? I think your words were," Octavia lowered her voice, imitating Raven, "we gotta keep up with the Clexas, babe. Fuck. Can't have them gettin' ahead of us, baby wise. Octaven rules."

"Fuck that shit. And I don't sound like that." She clutched at her lower abdomen. "Ooww!" she howled.

"Christ, you're only dilated one centimeter," Clarke pointed out. "It probably wasn't even a contraction."

Raven narrowed her eyes. A small squeak could be heard under the covers. "You're right, it was gas."

"I have no clue how you're gonna make it once the real labor starts."

"Very funny Clarke. I feel another one-"

"I wasn't being funny."

"I'm gonna die, right here in this hospital. Oowwwww!"

"I think we should order an epidural," Clarke said as she left the room. "I'll be back."

O stroked Raven's arm. "Breathe baby, breathe."

"Was that a contraction?" Lexa asked as she munched on popped corn.

"I don't know, but it makes her feel better when I pet her. It conciliates her." O mumbled out the side of her mouth.

Raven threw an arm over her face. "Thank you, baby, I-" She gave a start. "Concelate?"

"Conciliate."

"Hold the fucking phone. Is that a WOTD?"

"Yes, baby. I knew you might need cheering up."

"Yes! It's been years! WOTD! Give it up bitches." Raven initiated the almost forgotten ritual. The three gals high fived and whooped.

After the celebration was over, Raven collapsed back onto bed, remembering her pain. "Ow."

"Don't worry babe, Clarke will make sure you get the epidural," O assured.