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

Chapter 86

Lexa's POV

Clarke and I leave the bedroom after we get dressed. We head to the kitchen, where our friends, including Anya and Luna, greet us with varying degrees of being hungover. Raven and Octavia seem fine, to my surprise. I had thought they would show more affects from the alcohol they consumed possible. Though perhaps Anya was looking out for them and made them drink water before they went to bed. That certainly is a possibility.

I sit down at Raven and Octavia's table with our friends and grin when Jasper lets out a soft groan at the minimal movement my sitting down caused.

"You're going to be hungover at my wedding, aren't you Jasper?" Clarke sighs, patting his back and smirking when he clutches his head.

"Stop shouting," he whispers.

Clarke and I exchange an amused look and she sits down next to me. Raven gets up to help Octavia pass out pancakes.

"I have the best girlfriend," Raven declares. "I didn't even know you could make pancakes."

"I'm not going to lie, I worked on the batter with Abby yesterday and put it in the..." She frowns at the fridge-like thing they have, as though she is trying to think of a good word to describe it. "Ice box? I mean that's literally what it is, a box with ice because we don't have electricity for a fridge. All I did was put it over the fire."

"Still delicious." Raven says with a nod.

"Are you speaking of the pancakes or your girlfriend?" Anya asks from where she is seated next to Clarke.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Raven asks, waggling her eyebrows at my former mentor. Raven sits down next to Octavia, giving her "heart eyes." "Thank you for making this, babe."

Octavia gives her a soft smile and then everyone begins to dig in. Jasper and Monty do not even bother to cut up their pancakes. Instead, they dip them into the syrup that Luna provided and stuff it into their tired looking faces. The rest of us have more manners and use our forks and knives to cut it instead of stuffing entire pancakes, dripping with syrup, into our mouths. Though Anya does struggle, since she cannot use both a fork and knife at the same time.

She growls softly in annoyance, barely having made a dent in the fluffy pancakes on her plate while others are moving onto cutting their second pancake or taking a break in order to dip their small squares in the syrup. I can see Clarke, who is sitting next to Anya, begin to lean over in order to help. But Luna gets there first.

She does not make a fuss of it, which I know Anya appreciates. She has never liked being "fussed over" as she calls it. Luna moves her own plate forward into the middle of the table so she has room for Anya's, which she takes and sets in front of her. She cuts into the pancakes and Raven strikes up a conversation about how Clarke and I spent last night.

Clarke and I do not confirm or deny how we spent last night, but Clarke gives me a wink, knowing our talking in circles is slightly annoying Raven. Anya murmurs out a soft thank you when Luna passes her plate back, this time with all her pancakes cut. Luna gives her a warm smile and I have a feeling their relationship is not as in the past as they would like us to think it is.

"Alright come on now, it's time to get the brides all prettied up." Raven says, standing when everyone's done. "Clexa, do you think you can handle being separated for a couple of hours?"

Clarke pretends to think, going so far as to dramatically tap her chin with her finger. "Hmm. I don't know, Rae."

I take Clarke's hand and press a kiss to the back of it. "Just think, hodnes. The next time we will see each other, you will be walking down the aisle."

Clarke visibly swoons and I give her a wide smile. She presses a gentle, loving kiss to my lips. I only have eyes for her when she pulls back.

"Gaaaaay," Raven sings quietly.

Clarke huffs and gives her a faux annoyed look. "Am I stuck with you, Rae?"

"I am your maid of honor," Raven reminds her with a wink. Her chest still puffs up with pride when she says that.

"That you are. Alright. Make me pretty, Rae."

"Then you are ready," I say before Clarke can walk away with Raven.

Clarke beams at me and gives me another kiss. "Ai hod yu in (I love you)."

"I love you too," I murmur.

Clarke follows Raven, throwing one last smile at me over her shoulder before she disappears from view.

"You are quite taken by her," Anya says.

"I am," I agree.

Anya pats my back. "It is good to see. I was not sure I would see you happy like this after Costia."

Jasper's sudden snoring stops me from responding. I chuckle, seeing that he fell asleep at the table, with fluffy pancakes as his pillow. He will not be happy to wake up and find that he has a pancake stuck to his face. Octavia leads me away, taking me into Raven's workshop. I have to admit, I am surprised that Raven decided not to help with Clarke in her workshop.

"We did rock-paper-scissors for who got to use the big master bedroom," Octavia explains when she sees my inquisitive look. "Raven called me a useless bisexual because I'm apparently predictable in that I keep choosing scissors." I nearly choke on my own spin, recognizing the word. Raven had taken great delight in explaining that to me after I did not understand one of her and Octavia's jokes. "Which I hadn't even noticed, but whatever. Anyway. Let's make you pretty! But you have to put on your..." Octavia squints at me. "Dress or suit first. I honestly don't know which you chose."

And next chapter, the wedding should begin! I love how I'm writing two weddings rn and I've never even been on a date haha... Anywho! I high key ship Anya and Luna. Lunanya? Lunya? Happy holidays! Thank you all for reading and for your amazing comments! Stay awesome!