clarke secretly watches lexa teach their daughter things (walking, talking,) then (making a spear, hunting) and eventually (warpaint)… set over a couple of years.
The night was warm, humming and singing itself to sleep with the sound of insects strumming and crooning. The tent was warm, with barely a breeze and the sound of the clan outside, restless with the warmth and inability to sleep, worshiping the very last minutes of the day and prolonging it as long as the weather would allow it.
Tired and yawning, Clarke dozed in bed, waiting for Lexa to pat down the fire and join her, though she was stubborn and wrapped up with more important things. It was that sight, the baby in her arms, that made Clarke smile despite the exhaustion in her bones. There were no better sights, of that she was certain.
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