Kiss me, Not

Are You Ready, Baby?

"Clarke, Are you sure about this?"

Clarke sighed and rubs her chin, "Yes, O. I'm completely sure. How long have you known me?"

"Too long." Octavia glared. Clarke extended her arms, posing as 'exactly.'

"You can trust me," she reassured again.

"I do! But not her."

The two girls turn around and saw the brunette steaming hot smoke from her nose, staring beseechingly at the infant. And by strong sensory, the brunette caught their eyes and visibly puffed before storming back to the kitchen.

"I told you!" Octavia pointed out. "I don't wanna come back and find my kid dead, Clarke!"

"O! Trust me! I have everything settled, okay? It's just the weekends. I'm off from the hospital and Lexa-..."

"Oh no, no, no, Clarke. Your woman is out of bounds touching my kid. It's just a baby! It's torturous enough that I have to leave my little patootee around that sadistic woman," The blonde narrowed her eyes. "but I swear, I really need a break!"

"And you will! You and Lincoln go have some fun," she pushed Octavia for the door which Lincoln soon followed from the kitchen. "You'll never know maybe patootee - number two. Will soon follow!"

Lincoln laughed but then slowly shakes his head in great seriously, "No more, Clarke. I hadn't had a proper sleep for almost a year! The thing," he pointed at the baby cot by the living room. "kept me awake none stop!"

"Hey!" Octavia hit his shoulder, "That's your kid!" She walked over to the crib and peppered kisses on the sleeping baby. Lincoln immediately followed.

Clarke stood by a distance giving their small family a moment. It was endearing. It sparked a pang of envy that Clarke hadn't felt in such a long time. She remembers how her family used to be like that. How she was surrounded by the love and laughter of her parents and that was all she wanted. And now, a year and a half had already passed since her marriage with Lexa and they were still on going. Despite the usual ups and downs, they did not gave up, although others had said they would.

It was amazing and yet, surprising when Lincoln proposed to Octavia. With so little time did they spent with each other dating, both of them were instantly sure that they want to spend the rest of their lives together. And pretty soon a child bloomed from their love and the couple couldn't get anymore happier.

It was that envy that strikes Clarke that she wanted a family like that. She wanted a child. She wanted a mini Lexa or mini Clarke running around the house. But she knew it's going to take some time. Maybe longer than she had expected. It was a touch and go conversation between her and Lexa. It's as if seems that Lexa have never thought about it. Even if she did, it was never a topic on the table. Maybe a few words but not in a full in depth conversation. Perhaps even with Clarke's hectic schedule with her job at the hospital, it mostly slipped her mind but she knew the urge was there. The hopefulness was there throbbing.

"I'll see you very soon, honey. Mama loves you soooo much!" Octavia cooed, smothering the child's head. It was a miracle that the little one hadn't woken up nor stirs. "Be a good boy, okay?... And torture the fun out of Lexa! She's the grumpy one!"

Clarke snickers, folding her arms.

"Be well behave okay, son?" Lincoln gave him one last peck before grabbing their duffel bags from the floor.

Lexa emerged out of the kitchen and leaned against the wall. Octavia quickly leaned over her son, pointed at Lexa and whispered, "That's her, Georgie. Make her life a living he-...Fun!"