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When Clarke suggested having kids, Lexa’s blood ran cold. How could she have a child? Memories of screaming and begging attacked the forefront of her mind, the blood of many on her hands and uncertainty swirling in her stomach. But after many months of Clarke’s convincing, the Commander agreed. There were times when Clarke’s stomach was ballooning with a tiny life that Lexa was worried, angry, upset, hopeful, excited. She had more mood swings then Clarke during the nine months, the blonde ending up being the rock for her, rather than the other way around.
So now as she held the tiny little bundle in her arms after hours and hours of praying, encouraging and screaming, Lexa’s hand nearly broken as she sat on her side of the bed next to Clarke, who was peacefully sleeping, she nearly wept. Blonde strands already visibly on the infants scalp. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, but Lexa hoped they’d be the beautiful blue that Clarke wore so well.
She was dragged from her thoughts by the baby’s wailing, Clarke’s sleeping form fidgeting with the sound. Her daughters cries got louder and louder and Lexa looked wildly from the baby to Clarke, rocking the child, shushing her, humming, trying to quieten her. But it was no use, Clarke stirring at the whimpers, her eyes blinking hazily open. Her arms widening, accompanying space for the tiny bundle. Clarke sat up straighter as Lexa carefully placed the child in the blonde’s arms, her cries gradually softening, causing Lexa to pout.
"How come she likes you so easy?" She muttered, Clarke rolling her eyes.
"Lexa, she was in my stomach for 9 months. I think she's a little familiar with me. Don't worry, she'll warm up to you in no time." Clarke reassured, voices still hushed as the little girl stayed silent.
“She needs a name.” Clarke murmured, her finger being held within the girl’s little palm. The Commander biting her lip before whispering.
“Kalila.” Lexa suggested, softly, Clarke barely able to catch it, a whisper in the wind. Clarke cocked her head at the syllables rolling off her lovers lips and smiled.
“What does it mean?”
“Dearly loved.” Lexa blushing, moving to rest closer to her two beautiful girls, Clarke’s eyes softening as they locked with the Heda’s, looking back to the child.
“Kalila is perfect.” Lexa not being able to help the grin that jumped to her face. Looking at Kalila as the tiny child’s arms stretched, a yawn coming onto her face as she squirmed.
Laughing the Commander leant over and kissed the little blonde’s forehead, gasping as her eyes started to blink open. Clarke giggled fondly at Lexa’s expression before being enveloped in Kalila’s eyes. Forest green. Just like Lexa’s.
“Oh my god.” The blonde couldn’t help but gape, their daughter’s toothless smile and wide, playful eyes causing both moms to tear up.
“She’s got your eyes.” Clarke whimpered, relishing in the fact that despite everything. They were both here. With a daughter. With no threat of death or war or anything destructive. There was peace. They were with each other and she couldn’t ask for anything else. Lexa nodded.
“I wanted her to have your eyes.” She chuckled, wiping the stray tear from the corner of her eyes.
“Why’s that? When your eyes are like the forest and the trees, overflowing with life and brightness, they’re beautiful.” Lexa could only snort at her one and only’s corny tone.
“But yours are sky blue. I look to the sky whenever I want to find peace, your eyes are calm and reassuring, the sky is in your eyes Clarke. I wanted Kalila’s to be the same.” Clarke shook her head and kissed Lexa’s nose, the baby below them hiccuping.
“But this way, she’s a piece of both of us. Your eyes and my hair.” Clarke reasoned, grinning when Lexa nodded in a sort of defeat.
“I’m just happy she’s here. And she’s ours.” They both agreed with that. Still staring in utter disbelief at the baby. Clarke yawned, Lexa taking Kalila from her despite the blonde's protests. The Heda shushed her.
"Rest Clarke. You need it." Lexa encouraged. "I've got her." And with those words Clarke drifted off and for the first time in many years it wasn't nightmares that assaulted her mind but instead soft dreams of her family and their future.
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She awoke to a gentle humming, her eye creaking open to find a sight that made her insides flutter. Lexa, looking at Kalila, rocking the sleeping newborn, a small smile gracing her lips, her tone light and awe filled.
“Look at you. You’re a miracle. A miracle baby. One that your mother and I love oh so very much.”