Our Journey (the Fourth Book in the Her Weakness series)

Chapter 17

Lexa's POV

It seems to be going well so far. Clarke seems to be really enjoying the food I brought. Despite the warm anxiety of my stomach, I have been able to keep a conversation with her and been able to eat a semi-normal amount of food.

By the time we are done eating, the sun is nearly set. The butterflies should be here soon, this is right near one of their favorite places to be.

Clarke sets down her now empty plate and leans her head against my shoulder with a content sigh. I press a kiss to her forehead and try to relax further, watching as the sky continues to darken.

It gets darker rather suddenly, dark enough that Clarke shifts next to me. She is probably confused as to why I did not light a candle or anything.

"Do not worry, you will understand in a moment." I whisper to Clarke.

Clarke nods against my shoulder. The world continues to get darker until the faint glow begins. Clarke lifts up her head and looks around at what is lighting up. Nothing moves until the glowing gets a bit brighter.

All around us are trees, covered in moss. But for some reason in this forest, moss glows like the butterflies. Clarke gasps, moving her head to look at it all around us. I watch her with a soft smile.

"If only I brought my sketchbook." She breathes out.

I pull away from her to rifle through the small backpack I brought. Clarke whines unhappily.

"This will take just a moment." I promise.

"A moment too long." Clarke makes a grabbing motion, giving me what Raven calls her puppy dog eyes.

I shake my head fondly at her and pull out what I was looking for. I scoot back over and Clarke immediately wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me into her lap. I raise up what I have in my hands and Clarke gasps.

"You brought a sketchbook? Float me, you're amazing."

Clarke pecks my neck in thanks and takes the sketchbook and pencil from my outstretched hands. Her eyes are bright and happy as she begins sketching. I lie down, resting my head in her lap so she has space to draw without me being in the way.

"You seem very happy," I murmur softly.

"I am very happy," Clarke replies with a beaming smile down at me. "I'm in a beautiful place, drawing, with the most beautiful girl in the universe in my lap. How could it get better than this?"

I grin, blushing. I reach down and trace the outline of the ring box in my pocket. "The butterflies will be here soon."

Clarke chuckles and leans down to give me a quick kiss. "You're adorable. Ai hod yu in (I love you)."

"I love you too."

I stare unabashedly up at my gorgeous girlfriend. I certainly hope I can continue to make her this happy, this carefree. I hope that when I propose, it will make her even happier.

Clarke lets out a soft gasp and I turn my attention away from her. The butterflies are here. They are even more stunning to see than I remember.

They go up and down, left and right, gracefully moving as one across the sky. They stay in a large cluster, far enough apart to tell that there is hundreds of them, but close enough to form a large, glowing group. They fly around the clearing for a moment before going to the trees and landing on the moss.

Their wings slowly flex and move as they stay there, giving the illusion that the moss is moving. Clarke slowly stands up, prompting me to as well. We stand about a foot apart, watching the butterflies fly around, landing on one tree before moving to another. It is beautiful.

Clarke lets out a startled gasp and I can see her standing absolutely still out of the corner of my eye. I look over, careful not to move too quick as to not scare the butterflies. One landed right on her head and her expression is one of pure delight.

"Lexa. Don't move," Clarke urges me. I freeze where I am. "There are a bunch of butterflies on you."

Now that she has pointed it out, I do feel something on my shoulders and head. A tiny weight that is hardly noticeable. Clarke slowly brings up her sketchbook and begins drawing. It is a gorgeous sight, made cute by the small glowing butterfly still on her head.

Clarke sketches until she is satisfied, looking up at me every so often. She finishes and sets everything down. She walks toward me, still moving slowly but not as carefully as before. The butterfly on her head flies off to rejoin the others on the trees. I do not follow its path, for I am too enamored by my girlfriend.

The glow of the moss and butterflies lights up the night in a dim glow and it outlines her features in a beautiful light. Clarke reaches up to cup my jaw, scaring the couple of butterflies on me away. I do not mind, especially when she leans in to kiss me deeply.

When she pulls back, she looks around at the butterflies again. She leaves an inch of space between us and I take a quiet, deep breath. This is the moment. This is it. I step back and put my hand in my pocket, pulling out the ring box. The one that is mine is not here, it is safe at the cabin.

My nerves nearly get the best of me but one look at Clarke's awed face as she looks around her makes everything else fade away. Swallowing down the emotions that threaten to consume me, I get down on one knee.

"Clarke," I breathe out. Clarke looks over, seeming confused for a moment when I am not standing. It seems to hit her, what I am doing, when she presses her hand to her mouth. "We have been through so much together, had so many rough times. But we have pushed through, because we love each other in a way that nothing can take away. We have had so many good times and I want to continue making memories with you. Forever. Clarke Griffin, will you marry me?"

Hopefully that was good? Idk. Next chapter, Clarke's response and possibly a banging good time ;) Thank you all for reading and for your amazing comments! Stay awesome!