#kid fluff

when clarke starts to show, lexa starts spending time at night with her head right next to her stomach, finding comfort in the small bump. and clarke is throwing up at all hours of the day and she pretty much feels miserable all of the time and lexa wishes that she could do something to take the discomfort away from her but she can’t so instead she’s just there for her as best as she can be. she reminds her that she’s beautiful and amazing and when clarke comes onto her, insatiable sex drive, she fucks her til she forgets she doesn’t feel beautiful.

the first time clarke feels the baby kick, she’s wearing a really big sweater that makes it quite hard for lexa to feel anything. it’s winter and it’s cold. she’s colder than usual so she’s bundled up in a large hoodie and a blanket when there’s this strange flutter in the pit of her stomach. her eyes widen and she grabs lexa’s hand. she puts it on her stomach and clarke is so excited but lexa doesn’t feel anything. she’s pretty disappointed but when they google it, they realize that this is normal. only clarke can feel it for now. and that’s fine. lexa will get there eventually.

the first time lexa feels the baby kick, they’re in the bath together. clarke is leaning against lexa’s chest and lexa is rubbing shampoo in clarke’s hair. lexa lets it sit and she moves her hands down her stomach. it takes a few moments but eventually, there’s a bump against lexa’s hand. oh. oh my god. that’s it. that’s their baby. and of course, lexa cries.

clarke paints a mural in the nursery. it’s figurative imagery of clarke and lexa’s entire relationship. trees and sky and ground and it’s all different shades of beautiful. they don’t find out the biological sex of the baby, both of them deciding that it’s not important to the way they’re going to love them. the nursery is painted in beautiful shades of green, yellow, and blue and lexa puts the final touch, the put together bassinet, in the room just a few days before clarke goes in labor.

clarke hates the typical maternity pictures but she wants to document this part of her life. she paints her stomach an array of different colors and lexa takes the pictures. she takes some polaroids, some digital. and then when clarke starts to splatter lexa with paint, they set the timer so it takes pictures of them together, in their last moments as just them before they become more than that.

it’s a friday night in june when clarke goes into labor. she’s eating ice cream, the bowl resting on top of her stomach. the contractions start slow. ten minutes apart and clarke doesn’t tell lexa. she’s in the middle of a really big case and they’re probably braxton hicks anyway. she can definitely, definitely handle them on her own. but then they start to come faster and faster and oh god. her water breaks while she’s still sitting on the couch and clarke can’t pretend these are braxton hicks anymore. she calls lexa and says she’s getting into a cab and to meet her at the birthing center as soon as she can: they’re having a baby.

clarke nearly breaks lexa’s hand three times during her 38 hour labor. yep. that baby is a griffin, of course they’re stubborn as all hell. clarke doesn’t have an epidural. the midwife assures her that she can she can change her mind. she’s allowed to. but clarke wants to do it naturally.  so she does. she’s exhausted when it comes time to push. she’s sweaty and tired and she just wants to sleep but lexa grips her hand and says ‘you can do this, baby girl, push’ and clarke can’t ever resist when lexa calls her baby girl. so she pushes.

and out comes a beautiful baby boy. he’s all blonde hair and bright blue eyes and he looks like a tiny alien but he’s still so beautiful.

they almost lose clarke. she passes out after the birth and lexa feels her stomach drop to her toes. no. nononononono. she can’t go. they just had a beautiful baby boy and they’re going to be a family she can’t go. she never even got to hold their son. it takes twenty minutes but they get her heartbeat stable again and everything is fine but lexa’s never been so scared in her life.

lexa is the one who gets to present the baby to clarke first. she’s holding him and clarke is looking at them with soft, loving eyes. ‘i’ve never seen anything more beautiful’ clarke whispers because it’s true - the sight of lexa and their baby? it’s the best fucking thing clarke has ever seen. and then lexa hands over the baby and clarke feels a rush of affection, protection, and love. she looks down at the baby’s bright blue eyes. ‘hi there. i’m your mom. and this is also your mom. we both love you to the moon and back baby boy’ she says and kisses him on the forehead. lexa lays down on the bed next to clarke and wraps an arm around her. they both stare down at their son.