Love me (CLEXA AU)

Where are you

8:03AM

Clarke woke up a little sore from the night that took place in bed with her fiancé. Clarke was smiling and turned over to see Lexa, but she wasn't there instead a note with the label "CLARKE" was on the nightstand.

Good morning, beautiful.
Before you call me to ask where I'm at and yell through the phone know that I won't be able to answer or call you back till about 3 in the afternoon. I promise I'll be back to help with the wedding and spend time with our family. I PROMISE. I know that what I'm about to say will surely make you drive to my office and drag me out of my meeting, but Clarke I got called in for an interview that I couldn't say no to or else I'd never have an opportunity with Vogue again. I love you so. Don't hate me too much. I'll see you at the venue by 4. Text me the details and I'll be there.

Clarke rolled the note into a ball and threw it at the wall as her face was now expressing rage.

After Clarke quickly got ready to the point where she was presentable enough to where she wouldn't completely mental when she confronts her fiancé at her warehouse she grabs her keys from on top of Lexa's dresser and exits the room to go through the house not caring that Lexa's parents were staring her off confused on why she looked like she was about to kill someone.

8:49AM

*Lexa*
"So Miss.Woods what is it like knowing that you're taking LA with your business as a photographer?" The vogue employee asked behind the camera.

"I guess I'm trying my hardest to take it all in little by little, but I try and act like I'm always at the bottom of a long list of amazing photographers so I'm always pushing myself to be better." Lexa smiled

"Are you worried at all that you're still young holding this title over your shoulders especially when you seem to try and keep yourself secluded from the tabloids?" The lady rose an eyebrow.

"If my Fiancé was here she'd tell you that I'm one of those rare souls whom are wise amongst their years. Maybe she's right. I don't know. I just try to go through this like I'm 40 and have been doing it for a while so I don't feel as if It's destroying me with stress and yeah if I'm not at work I'm only ever with my family."

"Wow I don't think Vogue and or myself knew you were in a relationship let alone getting married to a woman. Congratulations. I hope LA and your career gives your life enough breathing room to spend time together. So when's the date?" The lady said a little more Ike she was newly intrigued with how much info she was getting on the secret life of Lexa Woods.

"Thank you. It's in a few days on the 15th of July and although being photographer is very time consuming and I travel a lot it does give me some leverage being my own boss and can depend on my amazing team to take on our clients with other things till I get to my studio and take photos so I am able to be with my fiancé Farley frequently which is amazing because without Clarke: I don't think I'd be here or as calm as I always am. Shes definitely the backbone to everything and everyone loves her almost as much as I love her. Somehow we make our ridiculous schedules work. She's a Doctor. Oh my gosh, honey, you got to stop me when I start to ramble about the love of my life it's nearly impossible for me to stop." Lexa say with a smile proud of the type of partner she spends her days with.

"I can see that. I actually forgot we were doing this interview. Your life seems like a fairytale. I also got distracted" Lexa and the lady laughed as Lexa was blushing.

"Okay Mrs.Woods... I think we have all we need so we will get out of your hair and let you get back to your fiancé. It was a pleasure." The young lady said with a laugh.
8:50AM

*Clarke*

Clarke got to Lexa's studio and Harper tried to stop the heated Fiancé but stopped as Clarke looked her dead in the eye with a look that said 'don't think about it'

As Clarke got to Lexa's office she saw that she wasn't there but a team of film editors were that Clarke didn't know and since she interrupted then from packing up their microphones and cameras she thought she'd ask where Lexa was and introduce herself.
"Oh--- I'm sorry I was just looking for Lexa. I mean Miss. Woods" Clarke said softly.
"Yeah we just went through her interview. She actually just left in a hurry. Wait! You wouldn't happen to be Clarke would you?"  The lady asked with a grin

"yes, but how-?"

"Lexa couldn't stop talking about you during her interview. It's obvious she cares about you even more than being a famous photographer. It was adorable. I'm Gina by the way. Nice to meet you" Gina stretched out an arm to shake.

"Awwh she did?-" Clarke started with a smile but sopped because she remembered why she was at the studio in the first place.

"I can see that you're probably mad because she was supposed to be doing something for the wedding in sure considering she couldn't wait to leave" Gina laughed

"Something like that. We just had a talk that their wouldn't be any work being done during this month. Work never comes in the way with our relationship. Trust me, we make it work. We are madly in love. It's just that Lexa is losing time with her father. He's sick and we aren't sure how long we have with him so I've been a little hard on her the last few nights." Clarke didn't know why she felt comfortable with a total stranger but went with it anyways.

"Hey. It's okay. I know Lexa's father. Richard would most likely be doing the same thing to get through the pain. They both use work to get through hardships. Lexa also wants the best future for yourself so you never have to worry about being financially unstable. Her family is the most important part of her life so maybe you should try and understand all of this from her point of view. She adores you and her father. She's going through this the only way she knows how."  Gina placed a hand on Clarke shoulder and smiled

"You're absolutely right. I know now why you're in this business. We should hang out some time, Gina. Come by our wedding. I'll tell Lexa to send you in the information. Bye---!" Clarke yelled well running off towards the exit.