Snapshots (a Clexa fic)

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    They sit together on the bed, holding hands and staring at the object on the dresser in front of them. It’s sitting where they can see it, but not read what it says, and the both of them are so so nervous. Aden is with Abby and Jake downtown, at some exhibit he had wanted to see. They knew this was important to the women, and had offered to keep him distracted.

    Finally, the alarm on Clarke’s phone goes off, and she sits staring at her phone for a minute. Lexa jumps up and looks at the pregnancy test, then at Clarke, then at the test. This was their third try, they’d been waiting so long, and now-

    She pulls her wife up and hugs her so tight, kissing her hair and whispering words of love in her ear.

    They have dinner with the Griffins and Aden at a nice Italian place. Low lights, soft music, and a smiling waiter greet them all as they’re shown to a table. He leaves a menu with them, and the family chats about small things.

    Abby’s new clinic, which she just opened a few months ago in the city. Jake’s new job, at the factory, where he works with the owners to try and improve production rates and is also redesigning some of the equipment they’re using. Aden’s favourite classes in school, and the girl he had a crush on who he’s been hanging out with a lot lately. She likes him too, and he’d brought her home to do homework once, and Clarke had teased him relentlessly for a week. The gallery that was going to show some of Clarke’s works next week, and how proud everyone was, she was making it! Lexa’s cafe, and how she wanted to redo the interior.

    The waiter comes back and offers them a bottle of wine. Abby tastes it, Lexa too, and they nod. The waiter (his name is Jimmy) pours Jake a glass as well, and when he goes to offer it to Clarke, she shakes her head with a smile growing on her face.

    She can’t drink alcohol, because the tests this morning were positive. She bites her lip, trying to contain her excitement. Abby starts crying, and laughing, and she gets up, pulls Clarke up, hugs her tightly. She pulls Lexa up too, holds her just as tightly. Aden and Jake join in, and then they’re in the midst of a group hug in the middle of a semi-fancy Italian restaurant, laughing and crying and chattering excitedly about the soon-to-be new member of their family.

    They tell Anya, Lincoln, Raven, Octavia, Bellamy, Murphy, Jasper, and Monty next, three months later, and there’s more hugs. Raven and Octavia insist on dragging Clarke out to ice cream, and they take Aden with them, and Murphy and Monty, while the others all stare after them a bit dumbfounded.

    “Who wants a beer?” Bellamy just shrugs it off, heading to the fridge in the Griffin-Wilde apartment.

    “We don’t have beer, Bell,” Lexa tells him, amused at the slump of disappointment that follows.

    Lincoln goes out and buys beer and pizza, and juice, and there’s a bit of a feast waiting by the time the others get back.

    Lexa and Clarke celebrate with their friends, so so excited about it all.

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    It’s late, maybe three in the morning. It’s dark, and a bit chilly, and why is it chilly? Lexa turns over in bed to snuggle closer to her wife and finds that she’s alone. She frowns and gets up, goes to the bathroom in search of Clarke. She’s not there, and she’s not in Aden’s room, and she’s not in-

    She’s in the kitchen, staring into the open fridge. Tears are rolling down her cheeks, and she’s sniffing. Lexa smiles and bites her lip to hide it, because oh my god this is adorable, but what’s wrong, why is Clarke crying?

    “Love, what’s wrong?” Lexa kneels next to her wife and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

    “We’re out of pickles, Lex.” Clarke points at the door of the fridge, where Lexa supposes a jar of pickles would live, if they ever bought pickles.