#lexathe100

"I know, I know. If only this fucking traffic would move!" Lexa slammed her hand down on the horn again, somehow hoping that the cars would magically move for them. They needed to get to the hospital now.

Tears leaked out of Clarke's eyes as another wave of pain washed over her. Lexa leaned over and pressed kisses to her temple.

"I don't think I'm going to make it, Lex," Clarke cried.

Lexa gaped at her wife. They had to make it. They had to. Lexa didn't know what to do. "Just breathe. Follow me," she tried to coach.

Clarke tried to follow, but she was cut off by another whirlwind of pain, screaming into the dash of the car. Lexa nearly split her lip, biting it out if sympathy for her wife.

"Help me," Clarke said. "Help me into the back. Please."

Lexa growled at the traffic again, then swung the driver side door open. The cars still hadn't budged. She ran around the SUV to the passenger door and nearly ripped the handle off upon opening. She undid Clarke's seatbelt and took her in her arms and placed her in the backseat. She took one last glance out at what seemed to be never-moving traffic and climbed into the back with her wife.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, wiping Clarke's brow again.

"I love you," Clarke breathed through her exhaustion.

"I love you, too," Lexa said. She took Clarke's hand between hers and pressed kisses to her knuckles.

The blonde leaned her head back against the glass in desperate search of coolness to soothe her sweaty brow.

"It's time, Lex, it's time," she cried.

Lexa's chin wobbled, and she took off her flannel shirt and placed it on the seat between them.

"Okay, baby, on three, I want you to push. One, two, three."

***

The sound of sharp, terrified cries filled the car.

It was music to the couple's ears.

Lexa wrapped her flannel around the little bundle of flesh, using her sleeves to wipe away as much fluid and blood from it's little face.

"It's a girl," she whispered, eyes filled with so much love when she looked at the strongest woman in the world - her wife. "It's a girl," she repeated, amazed by the tiny fingers that grasped onto her thumb.

"It's our little girl," Clarke said, chin wobbling with emotion as she looked at the love of her life holding their baby girl.

Lexa let her tears flow as she passed the bundle of flannel joy to her partner, leaning over her to give her a careful kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Clarke responded. "I love you both."

Clarke held their baby girl to her chest, tracing her fingers over her dark brown curls. "She's got quite the head of hair," she laughed, her own tears leaking from her eyes.

"She's got your eyes," Lexa commented as the baby opened them just enough to gaze up at her mommies before closing them back and snuggling down in the soft red and black material.