My Heart (Was Right About You)

Chapter 7: Of Cakes and Cops

Lexa looked like a total summer dream, her hair blowing as Clarke lowered the windows, the two of them rolling down the bustling city streets in the front seats.

Lexa was glowing under the warmth of the late morning sun, her tan skin turning golden, her sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.

Clarke smiled, mostly to herself.

Her fiancee was gorgeous.

Her fiancee that she'd met years ago, who appeared to be stiff, pragmatic, and antisocial. She'd blossomed before Clarke's eyes, turning into the talkative, sharp, witty, playful, commanding woman Clarke knew her to be.

She was the woman of Clarke's dreams.

She was Clarke's best friend.

And they were getting married.

Soon. Incredibly soon.

The thought's urgency rang through Clarke's mind. They only had so much time to track down Lexa's birth parents, to arrange everything.

She inhaled deeply, trying to shake off thoughts of Nia, and Titus, and whoever else had custody of her precious fiancee, before she was old enough for college.

And really, who was left?

Clarke had coaxed a name out of Lexa, and a vague description.

The woman's name was Niylah, and she was apparently the youngest of Lexa's foster parents, just in her mid forties.

"Yes." Lexa was speaking into her cellphone, trying her best to be business-like despite the fact that she was on vacation. "That's good. And what about the meeting on thurs-"

"Babe." Clarke squeezed her thigh, getting her attention.

Lexa cocked a brow, as if to say, " This better be an emergency, Clarke."

"May I please speak to Charlotte?" Clarke asked in a saccharine tone.

"I...why?" Lexa questioned, surprised at the mention of her secretary's name.

"Please?" Clarke batted her pretty long eyelashes, and it was over.

"Charlotte...Clarke is on the line." Lexa spoke with an air of authority, handing the phone over to Clarke.

"Charlotte? Hi!" Clarke gushed into the phone, ignoring Lexa's scrutinous stare. "I just wanted to let you know that Lexa is technically not supposed to be doing any business related things while we're on vacation, so you shouldn't-"

"Says who?" Lexa demanded petulantly.

"Says I, her loving fiancee." Clarke snapped. "Thanks for all your work, Charlotte. We'll be sure to send you a bonus. Bye now."

Clarke hung up with a smug look of satisfaction, and Lexa tried to hold a serious expression.

"Not cute, Clarke."

"Oh?" Clarke pouted, and Lexa reached over, pressing a kiss to Clarke's cheek.

"Fine. Adorable."

Clarke grinned and Lexa stole a kiss from the corner of her mouth.

"You know, you really didn't have to drive." Lexa offered once more, ever polite.

"Why? You don't like my driving skills?" Clarke pressed teasingly.

"What? How could I not enjoy the thrill of tailgating and running late yellow lights?" Lexa teased.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "I do not tailgate." She quipped.