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"CLARKE?!"
The blonde breathes heavily, her eyes almost overflowing with tears focusing the small figure in front of her. She could feel her hands shaking, just as she could feel Anya's hand tightening around her waist a little harder - a tension was established at the moment.
The omega's eyes were sparkling, a bright shade of blue which was used to see when mingled with tears. Parts of her face had a more reddish hue, denouncing the swallowed cry.
"Clarke!" He called again, his voice now firmer with an unbelieved look.
"Hi, little brother." She found words to answer, staring at the neat boy. "It's me, really."
He widened his blue eyes, running without hesitation towards his sister, his small arms already open to receive the blonde who squeezed him hard in the meeting, carrying him off the floor. The boy had thick tears running down his fat cheeks, he had closed his eyes to enjoy the moment and the hug that he missed every day. The little alpha barely believed he was living reality, his heart throbbing desperately in excitement.
"I missed you." He whispered muffled. "I love you so much."
"Oh, Riley, I love you more." She pressed the child in his arms. "And I missed you, too."
The omega passes her fingers through the boy's darkened blond locks, their eyes almost identical brought to her a mixture of feelings; she missed her family much, despite the divergent ideas, how much she felt suffocated by several reasons, she couldn't imagine another place to call home.
"Promise you'll never leave?" He pleaded quickly, releasing himself from the omega's arms.
Clarke blinked, opening and closing her mouth.
"I-I can't promise you that now, honey." She says, wiping the boy's face. "And I can't go back."
"Why?!"
"Mom can't know we talked, okay?"
"But... But Mom misses you, too."
Clarke swallows, blinking a few more times as she feels an anguish in her stomach.
"But she can't know, Riley. Can you promise not to tell?"
"I miss you, I don't want you away from us!"
"Me too, I swear I want to be with you, but Mom and Dad and they sent me to that boarding school, remember?" She asked, curling the threads of Riley's hair. "And I left, but they can't know."
"Why you left? I can ask them to get you back!"
"No, don't ask anything, please." She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before she kneels. "Look," she said, drawing the alpha's attention to her belly, a little obvious over the dress. "Can you see or feel it?"
"It's weird."
"What?"
"You don't smell like before." He says confused.
"No..." she chuckles, taking the little boy's hand and pulling it to her stomach. "Now, what do you feel?"
"Still weird." his forehead is frown, the irritation in the child is perceptible. "I don't understand. You look a bit fat."
"Not so much ... Yet." She says amusingly. "Do you know why?"
He shakes his head, denying it.
"Because ... There's a baby in here."
His eyes widen. His mouth is open, he mumbles surprised noises.
"A baby?!"
"Yes."
"Like ... Like Chloe?"
"A little smaller."
"Smaller?!"
"Yeah, they're still growing."
"Inside of you?"
"Yes."
"Did you swallow them?"
"No-"
"How are they inside of you, then?"
"Well-"
"Someone put them in?" Riley's eyes widened again.
"Well ... Uh, yes." Clarke licks her lips. "It's complicated."
"How did they put them inside of you?"
"You're too curious, little boy." Anya interrupts the siblings' dialogue. "We should go, Clarke."
"Who are you?" Asked the little alpha, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oh, my name is Anya and yours?"
"Does it matters?" He answered suspiciously. "Why are you taking Clarke?"
"Because she's living with me for a few days."
"She lives with us!"
"Of course, but she's only with me for a few days."
"I don't know you. Clarke, you shouldn't go with her!" He stomps his foot, his expression angry.
"Hey, I know her, okay?" The blonde catches his eye. "I promise to try to see you at school, okay?"
"Are you leaving already?" The boy's eyes flashed with hurt, the tears already forming.
"I have to go, honey," she says sadly. "Before Daddy or Mother sees me."
"I'll talk to them, we can go home."
"You're too young to understand, it's much more complicated than it sounds." She explains painfully. "How old i am, Riley?"
"I don't know..." He frowns thoughtfully. "Many."
"I'm sixteen."
"It's pretty much."
"No, it's not." She says shaking her head. "I couldn't be expecting a baby at this age, do you understand? Mom and Dad would be furious."
"It's just a baby..."
"Yes! It's just a baby, a beautiful baby. But not everyone thinks just like us, Riley. People are mean and they'll talk about it."
"I know."
"I promise to see you whenever I can, okay? When the baby is born, you will be the first one to know."
"No," he answered immediately. "You'll be the first to know they were born, won't you?"
"Oh... Of course." Clarke laughs. "The first one after me."
"Now yes." He smiles, showing the teeth that he missed. "I'll miss you, very much."
"Me too, little brother." The omega takes the child in her arms, leaving kisses on his head."
"When they're born," he says, playing hesitantly in his sister's belly. "We can play together. And play football."
"Yes, I would love to see that."
"Can I suggest you a name?" He asks sheepishly.
"Sure, I'm listening."
"Put their name Ariel."
"Ariel? It's a beautiful name. Like the princess?"
Riley nodded.
"Don't you think it's a girl's name? What if it is a boy?"
"It's not a girl's name. It's a name."
"Oh, yeah? Do you like Ariel?"
"I like it, it's my second favorite princess!"
"The first one is Cinderella or ...?"
"The first one is you."
Clarke smiled, hugging the alpha again.
"I love you so much." She whispered.
"I love you too." The child responds, wiping the tears with his hands.
"Don't tell anyone we met, okay?"
He nodded, his sad expression breaking the omega's heart into crumbs. Henry watched the interaction sincer the beginning from a distance, standing in the doorway so the moment hadn't been interrupted by one of Mr. and Mrs. Griffin. The little alpha ran close to the driver, almost hiding between his legs, making the man unbalanced a little.
Clarke chose not to look back, it was too painful to know that she would walk away from the two people he loved most in her life. And there was nothing she could do to change the situation, it wasn't within her reach, much less in the hands of someone as understandable as Henry, who enlightened her day with only wise words and consolations without comparison. She wanted to sit on a sunny afternoon with Riley, listening to the boy talk about his many adventures at school, teaching him how not to be like those alphas she's got disgusted of.
She wanted her life back, even with the flaws she had around her.
It was all so different now, she could barely look in the mirror and linger to recognize who she really was. To have to learn hard how the world works for the frail, to deal with the pain of guilt, shame, feelings of which a part of herself was tired of recognizing that they didn't belong to her; nothing was her fault, she should not be ashamed of something natural.
She was pregnant. That would happen sooner or later, as Henry said. But somehow, this consolation could not comfort her feelings, it was difficult to swallow something like that.
Besides, it was just this fact that destroyed everything around her; including herself.
"Do you want to go straight home or would you mind stopping at a place first?" Anya questioned her as soon as they got into the car.
Clarke shrugs. "I don't feel like staying in the apartment now."
"Good." She turns the car on. "Let's take a ride in Central Park, I need to find someone there. It won't take more than ten minutes, I promise."
"I'd be grateful if it did take too much," she said slyly. "I need to relax a bit."
"I agree."
Clarke narrows her eyes to the other blonde, only doing this action when she wants to stick out her tongue to her.
The weather was not good, the partly overcast sky hid the sun they all wanted on a cold afternoon, the omega wondered if it would not rain much tonight. She had already established how much she didn't like the darkened clouds, the worst always came after them. She began to admire the beauty of New York, it wasn't a good weather to enjoy splendidly, but it didn't take away the charm of the gigantic buildings.
Her head met the glass of the icy window, settling in the best shape of her seat. The lace of her dress was dirty from some candy she had eaten, her fingers trying to soften the coloring of the reddish stain.
The traffic on the street where they were used was annoying, but the time allowed only the traffic lights to stop in the streets, the few vehicles that passed by took moved in their directions. Clarke recognized the avenue near the park, she had come here few times with her former nanny, but the feelings were forgotten because she was so young at the time.
She could almost imagine the smell of the leaves, the grass, the food they used to sell there. It couldn't be as different as the playground of her neighborhood, after all nature does not change too drastically. Although she didn't leave much her house, Clarke labeled herself as a great explorer, she felt a great desire to know many other places around the world - to escape from the monotonous society that had grown up was one of the great reasons for wanting to move.
Anya muttered something irritated as she searched for some parking space. The park wasn't full, it was a sunday afternoon, but not even the sun had come to cheer the families who had come in expectation. The alpha thanked mentally when she found a spot, speeding up so she had no chance of losing her; Drivers want to be smart in traffic most of the time.
"Are you alright?"
"You asked me that question a lot today." Clarke frowns. "Let's change the roles, let me ask you. Are you alright? You seem a bit nervous."
"Me?" She scratches her forehead. "Well, yes. Whatever, come on."
"Okay."
The view of the park is wonderful, but compared to the warm breeze that comes from against the face of both is a mere mirage. Clarke lets her body act by itself, breathing deeply. The smell of the leaves is mixed with the smoke of cars and buses, it's not so good to be in contact with something real other than an apartment.
In front of the two, there is a small fountain from which some children place their hands or fill small balloons and buckets. There are many benches scattered everywhere, many of them are occupied by parents while other families opt for the old custom picnic in the grass. The kiosks are far away, but you can see people holding something in their hands or waiting in line, just as the carts of popcorn, cotton candy and churros go whistling or ringing some bell. Most children are running carefree, the smallest in their parents' laps slept or ate a candy together with adults.
The feeling of being among unfamiliar people was more familiar than dinner in her own home. The omega was amazed that happiness is in things so small she could never feel it.
"I want to sit on the grass." Admits the younger, agonized her heels on her feet.
"Feel free to sit anywhere." Anya chuckles. "It's good, but beware of dogs' shit."
"You just took the magic out of it."
"Sorry, it's just a warning."
Clarke snorts to keep from laughing. Her hands carefully removed the heel of each foot, balancing divinely without the help of the alpha who was waiting for her patient, afraid to offer help and take a punch from it.
Her fingers tighten the grass, feeling the coolness and softness of the small leaves, a habitual smile took over her lips.
"Oh, Clarke, you're five." She hums at the alpha and gets the expected punch on her arm.
"Don't talk to me."
"It's alright." Anya feigns a beak on her lips. "It's such a shame to have to eat cotton candy and churros alone."
"You can not deny food to a pregnant woman." She whimpers. "You can not deny food to your nephew."
"Clarke, you're such a drama queen."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are it's in your very nature."
Anya gives up the argument and begins to walk with the girl a little behind her, admiring from the small leaves to the big trees with birds humming without stopping. The alpha approaches one of the sales carts, smiling sympathetically at the man waiting for his next client. He met her with great humor, fast and showing quality in what he did; handed out a churros with enough stuffing that came to drip, and separated two lollipops of cotton candy.
"Here, cry baby."
"This looks good." She smiles, savoring the churros. She closes her eyes to the sweetness. "It's amazing."
"It's ... Churros is awful." She shrugs. "I like cotton candy tho."
"Oh, Anya, you're five, my dear." smiling with the tease.
"Congratulations, you just turned four."
"There's no turning back at all, idiot." Sticking out her dirty chocolate tongue.
"God, it's good that you're lovely enough not to have made what you just did completely disgusting."
"I know. Thanks."
"So modest ..."
"Weren't you going to find someone?" Clarke asks curiously, taking her last bite of the piece of churros.
"Uh, yes apparently." The alpha pulls the cell phone out of her back pocket. "I hate waiting, I'm not patient for anyone."
"Is it something important? " She risks another question.
"Not really, really." She denies. "Well, depending on the information I was getting."
"Right."
"Anya."
A unknown voice by the blonde enters the dialogue, drawing their attention to the silhouette of the woman approaching. She was a middle age lady, not so old, but she seemed to have a lot of experience - her hair was flawless, not even a white thread was seen in the middle of almost golden brown, her face was suspicious, the few wrinkles on her forehead and in her eyes were wrinkled . Her scent was neither strong nor weak, a recognizable beta.
"Sandra." The alpha greeted. "I thought you wouldn't come."
"It's not too late, the park is big." She shrugged. "How long I don't get a call from you."
"You know I've been busy this month ... My vacation started a week ago." She argues. "How is she?"
"Well," she starts and looks at Clarke, a little embarrassed behind Anya pretending not to be interested in the conversation.
Anya turns to find the younger blonde savoring the cotton candy and looking at the park in vain. "Oh sorry. This is Clarke, a friend."
"Hmm ... Hi, honey." She smiled weakly, almost forced. Clarke took a deep breath, accustomed to smiles at inopportune moments.
"Hello." She reached out and was quickly greeted.
"You look lovely, look almost like a child." Sandra assessed. "Is it yours?" Her gaze lingered on Anya, who was confused for a moment, but denied simultaneous.
"No, no. It's ... well, it's my sister's baby."
"Is Alexandra going to have a baby?" She asked in surprise, looking with her gaze at the omega neck.
"It's complicated."
"I'm sure it is."
Clarke looked at Anya curiously, but returned to her blue cotton candy, moving away from the women for privacy. It was still possible to hear anything they talked about, she tried not to spy on much to keep from their curiosity that would lead to her death.
"Was that a trap?" Clarke could hear the lady's whisper and quickly felt offended and ashamed. She waited for Anya to defend her soon.
"No, Jesus." Anya snorted. "She doesn't like Lexa ... As I said, complicated."
"The young people of these days..." Sandra chuckled, the debauchery was noticeable. "How old is she?"
"We didn't book this meeting to know about other people's lives, did we?"
"It's just a question."
"I'm not interested in answering."
"Okay then." She pouts a bit. "What you want to know?"
"Is everything alright there?"
"Of course it is, I still live in that house to put in order."
"Don't you need anything else?"
"No, honestly. They are fine, now that Alika has returned for this visit, we are in a very happy mood there."
"Oh, please, don't talk about this girl next to me." Anya makes a sound of disgust. "When can I go there? Have you talked to her about it yet?"
"Do you want to get yourself killed? Don't put your feet inside that house. Give up, Emori is identical to me, when I don't like a person I never change my opinion." She muttered. "Alika although have already booked a meeting with Echo, I can't stand this. I want her well away from your family, especially now. She's crazy and she's been calling me too."
"Why now? I agree with you, I want you far too."
"You'll see, but I hope you won't."
"Stop being mysterious."
"It is, unfortunately, her decision. I can't spread secrets from others, who do you think I am?"
"Alright, just tell me one thing," Anya gives up, relaxing her shoulders. "Does it have to do with my sister?"
"Yes."
"Damn it, Sandra, don't do this to me."
The woman laughed muffled, shaking her head.
"Your family is insane and the moment you crossed with my girls path..."
"I've never done anything wrong."
"Yeah, you're something I didn't even understand." She nodded. "Emori has always had trouble with herself, she spends most of her time in the bedroom." Alone. She says and takes a deep breath. "I take care of everything, fortunately."
"I swear I never thought to do her any harm." She admits. "I don't feel the same as before, but I still feel a lot of affection for her."
"You're honest, that's good."
"That will always be my point."
"I think I should go." Sandra looks at the watch on her wrist. "I can't stay out of the house for too long."
"Okay, I understand." Anya nods. "Have you walked all the way?"
"I came by car, we finally bought one." she says with a sigh. "Keep in touch, my dear. Maybe I can bring good news for you."
"You know I will."
The woman grins a sideways smile, taking her hand to the alpha's shoulder as a farewell as she walks. She's still standing digesting the words spoken, her thoughts on conflicts at the moment. Sandra follows her gaze to Clarke sitting on the grass a little further away from the women, she pulls out a few leaves and sighs heavily as the breeze hits her face, causing her hair to move.
She approaches cautiously close to the younger, noticing details that have gone unnoticed.
"You can't deprive yourself of your old dreams for this baby." She says, startling the blonde a bit. "Don't lose your dreams because of it, continue with them always. You will know the right time to pursue them."
"Uh ... Right. Thanks."
"Enjoy your life, my dear."
Clarke nods quickly at the woman, watching her stomp off among the families scattered across the park. She frowns at herself, wondering who the hell that woman was and why the advice. Although it was wise words that she gladly accepted, she was still an unknown and very, very intimidating.
But of course her comments would remain to herself.
She sees Anya stoop down and sit beside her, her expression unreadable, and the omega is worried. She hoped it would draw some subject, but that wasn't what happened, her vacant gaze watched the people passing by, joking, living their lives fulfilled.
Clarke took a deep breath, wrapping her index finger with the hem of dress, a little bored without the alpha to talk.
She didn't know how long they were in silence, but she was sure it wouldn't have completed an hour. The weather was colder, though people didn't seem to realize it; running, walking, exercising, and even yoga was played among a group of four people farther apart. The calm was certain, one could well relax on a sunday in a park, but the omega's curiosity disturbed her cruelly.
She stretched her aching legs, her small feet felt large, and she complained to herself because she already had parts of her swollen body. She snorted, she didn't want to feel any pain in the process of the pregnancy - already given what could happen in the delivery, any pain was unacceptable compared to the childbirth, she couldn't stop thinking about the future. It was a great injustice to feel more pain.
She felt angry at herself for a moment.
"You need sun." Anya remarked as she watched the omega legs.
"What?"
"A tan."
"Oh."
"A little more at home and you'll be eligible for the cast of Twilight."
"God, shut up." Clarke laughs. "I don't like the sun."
"I also prefer rain."
"I do not like rain either. Thunder has always frightened me."
"Oh my God." Anya laughs in disbelief. "What do you like then?"
"Like that," she said, looking at the cloudy sky. "I like the cold."
"This is obvious."
Clarke shrugs, watching a ladybug land on a leaf near her hand. She smiled minimally at the red dot.
"Sorry about Sandra. She's usually curious."
"I know ... I know a lot of people like that."
"And about the 'trap' thing..."
Clarke laughs, throwing her head back. Anya smiles at the spontaneity of the omega.
"The only one who got in a trap here was me". She says amusingly. "I'm joking."
"Oh you big bad omega. Oh God, I need to save my sister."
"I can be." Clarke raises an eyebrow. "And when I were, hope you're not the first test."
"Of course."
"So ... Sandra ... Is she related to you?" Clarke bites the inside of her cheek wondering if it's a good idea to start the question.
"Oh no." She denies, pulling out a few pieces of grass. "She's ... mother of a ... well-known person." She says carefully. "Well, not to lie, I dated her daughter as a teenager."
"Oh, so you're a serious dating person."
"Don't start."
"No, i'm kidding, tell me!"
"No."
"Anyaaa ..." she whimpered.
"Damn, shut up."
"Annyaaa..."
"What the hell?"
"I'm going to upset you, please tell me about your past flirt. Me and this baby are bored."
"Drama Queen." She accuses. "You're using a baby excuse way too soon."
"You made me do it. And the baby agrees with me."
"How about we go home and eat and sleep?"
"It's not even four o'clock!"
"Pregnant women tend to rest more than non-pregnant." She argues, trying to get up. "I'm sure my nephew must be tired."
"Andrew is not tired, he still wants to know about his aunt."
"Andrew?" Anya asks, smiling. "Stop using your baby to kill your curiosity."
"Touché."
Anya blinks at the pounding omega, rising from the grass and wiping her pants that have been half wet on the earth in the same way. She takes a few steps to stretch her body and realizes that the blonde continues with a pout on her lips, sitting looking at her slightly reddish hands.
"Are you going to come or not?"
Clarke snorts and starts to get up.
[...]
It had been exactly five days that Clarke's stay had lasted at Lexa's sister's house.
And that was the thirteenth argument between Clarke and Anya about which movie they should watch on that cold, starry night.
There were several Dvd's mirrored by the carpet in the living room, as well as some on the coffee table along with the rest of the dinner and some candy packages. The room was dark, the lighting coming from the television on and the light from the kitchen nearby, giving a good view of anything in the room.
The younger blonde was possessively holding a large bowl full of butter-covered popcorn in a mixture of caramel and chocolate syrup. She insisted unbearably on a horror movie that they could choose together, but the alpha wanted to see comedy as they watched it yesterday and they liked it.
The reason for Anya's misfortune was with the omega.
"You die of fear of thunder and want to watch a horror movie."
"And you're afraid of a horror movie."
"I'm not afraid of a horror movie." Anya rolls her eyes. "They ain't scare nobody, the whole movie is waiting for what will happen."
"But I want to and it's my turn."
"You scared me more than horror movies."
"So you confess horror films scare you?"
"No. You got it, urgh."
Clarke sighs, shifting her position on the couch, pulling the cover off her naked legs.
"You're upset all day today." She says. "Something happened?"
"No."
"Anya..." Clarke's lips tighten. "You can tell me, you know. Maybe I can help."
"You can't help."
"So something happened?"
Anya snorted, running her hand over her face.
"A Long time go."
"Does that interfere with your life today?"
"Yes, of course. Although if I wanted to, I wouldn't have anything that gave me a headache in life, besides the hospital of course ..."
"Why don't you want to?"
"Because I'd be an asshole if I let her."
"I don't think that can define you in such a... serious way."
"Yes, believe me."
"So tell me."
"Oh, Clarke ..." Anya runs a hand over her forehead, looking at the omega who was watching her patiently. She sighed in defeat. "It's been a long time. I was your age ... "She laughed weakly through her nose. "And I met a girl, she was ... amazing, she shared things with me in a unique way, I felt very well with her around. And we started dating, it was around the same time Lexa left, I felt terrible and she comforted me the way she knew it would work, I was too troublesome..."
"You were?"
"Shut up." She muttered. "Well, we were happy, healthy, but we had problems of our own that seemed to go away when we were together." She smiled faintly. "She was a virgin, and she had had only one heat of her own. Believe me, it was very difficult to find this kind of omega at the time. Nowadays the situation is worse."
"Why? Should omegas guard themselves until they find someone right to mate?"
"Sorry... I didn't mean to say that."
"It's alright, go on." Clarke encouraged her with a small smile.
"I was her first and it was wonderful, in a way I had never experienced before." she continued. "I had only two omegas before her, my body is a temple, I don't usually satisfy myself just for wanting pleasure." She shrugs. "We were fine afterwards, it was her seventeen-year-old party, and she's having a birthday two weeks before me and we're thinking about celebrating it between us and then we went in a trip. When we got back, her mother had argued with her father and had sent him away, so she pulled me away instead of letting me try to comfort her feelings..."
"Were you two separate?"
"Yes, for two weeks, the same time we spent together traveling." She confirms. "And she called me, saying she wanted to see me, and then we set up a date. I couldn't be happier, it was torture to stay away from her and I prepared the best to please her ... Well, she broke up with me the same night, before we even entered the restaurant, in the yard at the front."
"What..."
"She was different. I know she was, I know I could notice something very different in her, but I was so hurt and heartbroken that I couldn't even try to argue with the brokeup."
"I'm sorry."
"It's been a while."
"No one deserves to be heartbroken that way, Anya. It doesn't matter how much time passes, this is an eternal memory, although it doesn't hurt more like before."
"Yeah..."
"You never saw each other again?"
"For my luck ... I found her seven months later at the supermarket. She was trying to choose between a pink bottle and a green bottle."
"Oh my God, Anya ..." Clarke muttered under her breath.
Anya laughs through her nose. "I think it wasn't the difference of the colors, but the format. She was in shock when she saw me and I ... God, I just looked at her with that huge belly, I could barely pronounce her name without stammering or almost fainting."
"Oh, Anya, what about her?"
"She was with her mother and Sandra seemed to be victorious when she saw me, preventing her from leaving without giving me the explanations I deserved."
"Sandra? The lady from sunday in the park?"
"Yes, her daughter is Emori, but it's not biological, she's raised her since newborn." she reports. "Just as she raised ... Alika and Juno and two other omegas." She says, pressing her lips together. "Juno is my biologycal sister, my mother gave her up just like she did with Lexa, but Juno is well aware of what she wants and about the family, so she jumped from Sandra to Indra who accepted her too, but she doesn't like it to stay with Sandra and with ... our mother."
"I'm so confused."
"Yeah, a big mess. But we find a right way to always take care of each other and love each other."
"And Emori ... That's her name, right?"
"Yes, well ... The baby is a girl and today she's nine years old. Her name is Camille."
"Oh my God, do you have a ... daughter?"
"It's what it seems. I've never met her."
"What?!"
"Emori always refused to let me approach her and Cami." She responds by biting her lower lips. "It's ridiculous, a decision any judge would stop her from taking ... But I respected it. Even without even knowing what I did to her, I agreed to stay away from my own daughter." Anya swallows hard. "I only see her for photos and videos that Sandra is still trying to send me."
"Anya ... God. This is so wrong, you have the right to meet her."
"That's what I want the most, and that's what I've been talking about with Sandra. I'm tired of waiting, I need to meet my daughter, I can't let her go." She argues with self-disgust at the thought of doing so. "That's what Emori most wants ... That I just disappear."
"Does she know you get pictures of Camille?"
"She knows. And she also knows that obviously the money that Sandra buys everything for Cami is mine."
"What did Sandra say about the meeting?"
"Emori doesn't want to, it's the answer I get since Cami was born. It was the only time I saw her actual close, only a wall of glass separated us."
"Sorry to tell you this but she's being a bitch."
"I have to agree." She laughs low. "Sandra respects her daughters a lot, so she always stayed on Emori's side in her decisions, but never really agreed. And now she got tired of it and proposed to meet me without Emori knowing."
Clarke's eyes widen. "And are you going?"
"Of course, but she didn't give me a specific date and it's killing me."
"Ok, calm down! This is already great, keep in mind that you will meet Camille yet for now."
"Yeah, that's just incredible."
"Obviously, it's a big event. And you deserve it." Clarke smiles. "But I never imagined you making babies out there as a teenager ... And you judged Lexa and me!"
"Hey, but it's different. We were the same age and we had a relationship."
The blonde rolls her eyes. "Lexa's only two years older. We don't have a relationship, but now look, I can live under the same roof as her."
"Big step. And you're still underage and she's the oldest, end of the argument."
"Hey!"
"No." She points her forefinger and moves closer to the omega. "That's why I want you around, I always will."
"Really?"
"Yes. I don't want Lexa to make the same mistake I did and let that baby grow up without her around, I'll never allow it. And don't even try to stop this!"
Clarke smiled, leaning her head on the back of the couch.
"I don't want to and I cann't raise this baby by myself, but I don't talk to Lexa about how it's going to be after pregnancy ..." she bit her lip.
"Until then a lot can happen."
"Oh no, Anya. I don't want a relationship with your sister, I don't love her, I don't even like her."
"You dont like her?"
"I like ... I mean, well ... We're living together, damn it." Clarke grunts. "And I don't want to feel stucked anymore, Anya. The baby is enough, I don't need an alpha to complete my monotonous life."
"And why do you think a relationship with Lexa would be like this?"
"Uh..."
Two knocks on the door cause to startle the nervous omega, which then directs her gaze to the same one that opens suddenly, scaring her even more.
Lexa is looking at the two girls who keeps the attention on her face entering the house, she even gives a minimal smile and closes the door behind her, returning to look at the intimacy that her sister and Clarke managed to create in just five days.
Clarke is close to Anya, both legs are entwined under the covers and Anya's popcorn is full and cold, and Clarke's bowl is even licked.
Lexa looks exactly like five days ago, is what Clarke could notice. Her brown hair tumbled into cascades over her waist, her eyes were greener than ever and she looked a little thinner in the lovely flowered dress she wore. She has some marks on her neck, as well as a small scratch on her right cheek that didn't go unnoticed by her blue eyes.
Clarke has always been to observe, is what she believes when realizing that almost discovered the color of the brunette's underwear.
"Hello, stranger. How do you get the key to my apartment?"
"You leave a copy under the pot of the little plant," She responds, rolling her eyes. "So cliché that it makes me wonder if you'd like to be mugged."
"Hey, it's not because my apartment is not worth millions in a luxury building that I can be mugged for leaving the door open, okay?"
"Shut up."
"Are you in a bad mood?"
"You make me moody." Lexa rebounds and sits in the armchair near them.
Her gaze shifts to Clarke who watches their interaction quietly and returns the look when she realizes she's being watched. Lexa smirks.
"Hi."
"Hi." Clarke smiles weakly back.
"Uhm... Are you okay? Wasn't Anya too unbearable for you?"
"What?I?!" Anya intrudes offended and incredulous. "I was asking heaven to have someone to take this girl away for at least a day."
Clarke looks at her angrily.
"False."
"God save the queen, my dear."
"I hate you." The omega crosses her arms, ignoring Anya's face.
"Okay ... I think I lost a lot around here." Lexa laughs uneasily.
"She's annoying, Lex. She's unbearable."
"Don't believe her, Lexa. She hates me and the baby."
"If I could take this baby away, I'd set it away from you."
"Oh God, are you going to keep arguing like Anya and Echo?" Lexa arches an eyebrow at Clarke.
"What?! Don't tease the mother of your pup we're just joking." Anya almost leaps from the couch, approaching Clarke and hugging her. "Shh ... I'll help you sue her after this terrible comparison."
"Thanks." The omega pretends to cry, sniffing deeply.
"Okay, Oscar actresses, I get it." The brunette rolls her eyes, rising. "Let's go?" she asks looking at the omega that sits up, getting lazy from the warm sofa.
"Don't celebrate too soon, I'll see you tomorrow." Anya grunts with conviction.
"Please do not let her in." Clarke appears with a backpack in her hands, pleading with the brunette.
"How much bipolarity around here."
"Get used to it." The blond alpha responds immediately.
Clarke walks over to the couch and opens her arms to hug Anya and throws herself over her, causing a series of complaints from the alpha that squeezed her tightly, until she asked for air.
"Have nice dreams. With Echo." Clarke goes through the door and sends a kiss in the air to Anya, smiling then already missing the other blonde.
"Are you alright?" Lexa asks again when they enter the elevator, taking the backpack from the omega hands.
"Yes, Anya is a great company." She says with a nod and looks at the brunette, pressing her lips together before she says, "But I missed you too." She smiled weakly.
Lexa smiles at the comment, lowering her gaze to the pleasant silence that settled at the moment.
[...]
"I wanted to talk," Lexa says quickly as they enter the apartment, stopping Clarke in the middle of the room as she turns to look at the alpha. "And apologize for last week."
"It's something normal of our kind, Lexa. Don't worry about it."
"It's a little unfair to have to get you out of here so I can have another."
Clarke sits on the couch, crossing her legs in an Indian position as she thinks of a suitable answer for the alpha. She watches her approaching and leaving her backpack on the other sofa and sitting on the carpet, getting close to her actually right in front of her.
"Yeah, it was little... weird." She murmurs. "But it would be much worse if you went through it alone. Also Anya is a wonderful person, I could hardly see the days pass by with her around."
"You've gotten really close."
"Yeah, we share some interesting things." She agrees. "Do you know about Camille?"
"Did she tell you?" Lexa asked in surprise, almost incredulous.
"Yes. She's going to meet her at last."
"Oh really? Wait, she still hasn't told me about it." Lexa blinks in surprise. "But it's great news. And it's good that she shared it with you, it's something she just talks to me sometimes."
"I insisted a little, I confess. But I was glad she trusted me."
"I like that," the alpha confesses, smiling a little. "Anya is very spontaneous, nice when she wants, but she never went beyond what she says is just "politeness". Quotes with her fingers. "She's hard to make a real friendship with, it's a big surprise that she feels at easy with you."
"What can I do? I'm a great person." Clarke smiles with conviction, waving her hands in the air.
"Of course..." She laughed.
"What about you?" Asks the blonde and gains attention from a confused Lexa. "Are you alright?"
"Uh yeah." She nodded. "Better than ever... And I'll be back to class on Monday, it's a relief not to have to spend the entire weekend having to reset missed subjects at my class."
"Good, it's a great break."
"Have you rested well?" Lexa asks a little hesitantly.
"Yes, but I'm not very sleepy lately." She says lazily. "I was talking to Anya and she told me she could get a new ultrasound for me at the hospital."
"Oh, the prenatal ... Sorry, I don't really have any other contacts-"
"Hey, don't worry. Anya said she will try her best to put me through the monthly consultations of an obstetrician friend."
"Oh really? Wouldn't that put you at risk? Or the friend?"
"Well, I was worried about that, too, but she said the priority now is to know that it's going to go well with me and Andrew." Clarke says without thinking and quickly widens her eyes, seeing the expression of Lexa change.
"Andrew?"
"Oh, that ..." she laughs in embarrassment, lowering her gaze. "It's just... a guess. Anya liked the name too and I needed a name to tease her."
"Ah ..." Lexa laughs through her nose. Andrew. She licks her lips thoughtfully. "It's a beautiful name, really."
"It really is."
"But ..." The alpha takes a deep breath. "What if it's a girl?" She asked sheepishly, but the omega could feel a little expectation in her voice.
"Oh," She murmurs in surprise. "I don't know... Obviously we'd have to choose another name. She opens her eyes again, swallowing hard. "I-I mean, if you want to see some names with me."
"I ..." Lexa tries to find her blue eyes lowered. "I would love to."
"Right."
"Yeah..."
"Uhm, well ..." Clarke begins. "I'm already in the exact week to be able to see the baby's sex already." She points. "But it depends on whether he or she will be willing to let us see it."
"Already? Really? This is ... Uh, great. Can you already see on the ultrasound that Anya is setting?"
"Yes, depending on the position."
"Good." Lexa nods. "Then we could see some... names. She grins weakly.
"Uh, yes, yes."
Clarke sits on the couch, feeling a little cold. Her hair is loose and this bothers her for its lenght; she may even feel bumps on the back of her neck because of her baby hair. She looks around, staring at the room she had already decorated quickly over the days she had spent there; the decorative objects remain in their exact places, excessively clean and well positioned except for a piece that the blonde couldn't see there, but also didn't remember exactly what it was.
"Are you hungry?" Lexa awakens her.
"No, I ate with Anya not long ago."
"Okay. Do you want to lie down?"
Clarke is about to respond when she feels something strange in her womb, preventing her from opening her mouth to form a direct response to the alpha in front of her. Her lashes collide with each other quickly, she could feel her mouth try to open against her will, but she managed to take a deep breath to see if the strange sensation had dissipated from her body.
It hadn't.
She felt it again and a great shiver run through her body, only to get worse in the area of her abdomen under the sweater she wore. Her hands were beginning to sweat and trembling as she used her fingers to remove a few strands of hair from her face nervously, placing it behind her ear. She sat up correctly, her eyes lowered to her covered belly, and she swallowed as she could feel once more until her nape shivered deeply.
Lexa watches her worried and curious, she hadn't even answered her question and now acted strangely and silent, seemed to feel something in herself. The lack of words between them was a great agony for the alpha, but she couldn't muster enough courage to get the blonde out of her own thoughts in the moment.
Clarke on the other hand felt terribly terrified.
With all the fear she could feel, her hand was slowly moving toward her abdomen, a grimace formed in her expression as she felt a small nuisance now. She hurriedly lifted her wine-colored sweater, making Lexa's eyes widen as she stared at the blonde with only a white lacy bra, an elegant red bow positioned in the middle.
"C-Clarke ..." The alpha swallowed, averting her gaze.
"It's ... It's strange, it's a feeling I don't know." She says. Despair is remarkable in her trembling voice. "It's bothering me a little now."
"What? Where?"
"Here..." she places her hand on her protruding belly, her eyes bluer than ever widened and her breath disappeared.
"I-"
"Oh my God." A whisper gets out from her rosy lips. "Oh my God."
"What is wrong?"
"L-Lexa ... It's ..." She shakes her head, swallowing hard when she realizes there were tears forming in her eyes. "The baby is kicking". She said on a breath.
"Wait ... What?"
"The baby." She answers with a surprised, nervous laugh. "is kicking."
Lexa gawks, not knowing exactly what to answer at that great moment. She swept her gaze over the omega's body, stopping just in the bulging belly, Clarke now positioned herself better so she could put her hand to try to feel again.
The blue-eyed omega closes her eyes with the feeling, smiling from ear to ear like a content child. She laughed through her few tears, barely believing that moment was really happening. And Lexa can't be more in awe seeing the intense happiness of the omega, wanting to rest her hand in the same place just cause it feels right to do it.
She wants to feel it too and contemplate until find the exact words to explain.
"Feel! Look!" Clarke says in ecstasy, pulling hard with the alpha's hand to place over her belly, calming down so that she could feel her same emotion.
Her right hand is now positioned in the omega's belly, she can feel the blonde's regular breathing and the warm, smooth skin. The back and forth of the breath may be confusing the brunette but soon realizes that there is something else, she opens her greenish eyes to notice that the little movement below the navel was not just the girl's breath.
In fact, it wasn't like she'd expect a kick in a belly four months or so. But it was splendid and delightful to witness this moment, that's what Lexa is about at the moment.
She is delighted.
Her laughter is nervous, just like Clarke's that keeps her eyes closed, but the tears come in the same way, wetting her cheeks from her reddish face. She stares at her hand still beneath the omega's womb, the movement could no longer be felt, but it was as if she could still experience the moment of seconds ago.
Lexa bites her lower lip, feeling the corner of her eyes damp as she watches Clarke caressing her belly - and consequently her hand on it. The smile on the omega's lips is to marvel at the moment, moved to the extreme to feel her baby, she could hardly bear her heart racing and almost anguished of wishing to have the pup already in her arms.
And Lexa silently felt the same.