Osu Throu Daun Ogeda || We Fight Together || A 100 Fanfiction

XL

- Jordan's POV -
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the room as I quietly pull the blankets over Jake, making sure he is fully tucked in. His breathing has already slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep, and the day's emotional toll seems to melt away from his face. I sigh softly, relieved he is resting peacefully after everything.

I brush a strand of hair from his forehead, my heart heavy with the weight of all that has happened. Today has been exhausting—not just for Jake, but for me too. As I step away from the bed, I hear the quiet sound of footsteps approaching. Lexa enters the room, her presence calm and steady as always, but my eyes immediately dart to the bruises marring her skin.

Lexa's lip is split, still slightly swollen, and her bicep is wrapped in a fresh bandage. Another bandage adorns her hand, and my heart clenches as I take it all in. Lexa has been through so much today, and yet, as she stands here in a simple gown, her long hair parted gently to the side, I cannot help but think of how beautiful she looks. It is rare to see her like this—just Lexa. No armor, no war paint. Just the woman I love, and that realization settles in my chest with a comforting warmth.

Lexa notices my gaze and offers a small, knowing smile. "You're worried." She says quietly, moving closer.

My eyes soften as I nod, my hand reaching up to gently trace Lexa's jaw, mindful of the bruises. "I can't help it." I admit softly. "Seeing you like this..."

"I'm okay." Lexa assures me, her voice calm, but full of the quiet strength I have always admired. "It looks worse than it is."

"Is this how you felt when I... you know?" I question curiously.

She shakes her head with a small laugh. "Not even close. Also your situation and condition was way worse so it's not a fair comparison."

My fingers linger on her skin before I drop my hand, sighing softly. "You say that now, but watching you today... I thought I was going to lose you, just like you had thought you had lost me."

Lexa steps closer, her hand finding mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm still here." She murmurs, her eyes full of quiet reassurance. "And I'll keep fighting, but for tonight, we don't have to think about any of that."

My lips curve into a faint smile, though the worry in me remains. "I know. I just hate seeing you hurt."

"I'm used to it." Lexa replies, her tone soft but firm. "But I promise you, I'm okay. You've seen me worse."

I let out a soft laugh at that, though it is tinged with a bit of unease. "True... but I'd rather not make a habit of it."

She smirks, her gaze not leaving mine. "That door works both ways, my love."

"Yeah, yeah." I wave it off.

We stand here for a moment, the silence between us comfortable but weighted by the events of the day. Then Lexa looks down at Jake, her expression softening as she reaches out to brush a hand over his hair. "He's strong, like you." She says quietly.

"He's just a kid, Lexa." I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "I worry about what all this is doing to him."

"He has us." She says simply, as if it are all that needs to be said. She moves to the other side of the bed, settling down gently beside our son. I watch her for a moment longer, the candlelight casting soft shadows across her face, before I climb in on the other side.

As we both lay here, Jake nestled between us, I cannot help but feel a small wave of relief. I am with them, my family, and for tonight, at least, we are safe. Lexa's arm drapes gently over Jake, her hand resting on my arm. We share a look, one filled with unspoken love and understanding.