Beginning of the storm.
Aden was fidgety over the night. Lexa didn't sleep much. She tried to calm him down. In the morning she placed her hand on his forehead to check his fever. He was a little warm. She went to the kitchen and took the thermometer. When she came back to the bedroom she gently lifted his arm and placed the device under his armpit. When the cold thermometer touched his warm skin Aden woke up a little.
“Mom it's cold. I don't want it.” He murmured and looked with sleepy eyes at Lexa.
“I know baby but I have to check your fever. It will only take a moment and then you can go back to sleep.” When the device let out a sound she took it out and checked the number on the tiny screen, 100ºF . Lexa sighed. He had a little fever but not to much. She kissed his forehead and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. She made his favorite chocolate chip pancakes. She came back to her bedroom and saw that Aden was fully awake. “Hey little man. How are you feeling?”
“My tummy hurts.” She sat right beside him and gently stroked his stomach. Lexa decided to give him some of the medicine Clarke always gave him. And if it didn't help she would call Abby. She would know what to do. She picked him up and Aden buried his head in his mom's neck and held her shirt firmly in his tiny hands.
“I’ll give you some medicine for you tummy okay? And then we can eat pancakes. How about that?” She stoked his back.
“Chocolate chip pancakes?” He asked and looked up at his mom.
“Of course Monkey.”
“Then okay.” She took him to the kitchen and sat him on his chair. She gave him the medicine and a plate with some pancakes. He didn't eat much when he was sick but Lexa hoped that he would eat some pancakes. He only ate one and looked at her. “I can't anymore.”
“Try to eat some more. Please baby.”
“But I don't want to.”
“Aden please. You are sick and you must eat.” She knew Aden would be grumpy.
“No. Mommy never tells me to eat when I don't want to. I want mommy.” He started to cry. Lexa sighed and took him on her laps.
“How about we call mommy?” When he nodded his head she took out her phone and dialed Clarke's number. She waited and waited.
“You've reached Dr. Clarke Griffin. I'm sorry but I can't talk right now. Leave a message and I’ll call you back.” When the beep sound had been heard she took a deep breath. She knew that Clarke was probably sleeping or on night shift but she was still a little angry.
“Hey Clarke. If you listen to this please call back. Aden is sick and he wants to talk to you.” She hung up and looked at Aden. “Mommy can't talk right now. But she will call us soon okay?”
“No! I want her now!” He started crying again but this time it was louder. She held him in her arms and tried to calm him down. She cursed Clarke in her head because she was supposed to be here with them. She hoped Clarke really would call them soon. Lexa kissed Aden's head and held him close. After a couple of minutes he tired himself out and fell asleep. She laid him down on the couch and sat next to him.
She called Lincoln and let him know that she wouldn’t be going to the gym today. She wanted to stay with her son. Lexa put a blanket on Aden's body and started to read a book. One hand held the book while the other stroke her son's hair. After an hour or so her phone rang. She answered without looking at the screen.
“Hello?”
“Lexa? Hey. I'm sorry that I didn't answer earlier but I was in surgery. How is he?” She heard the genuine concern in the blonde's voice. She was happy that she had called back.
“He has a stomach ache and a little fever. I gave him some medicine but I don't know if it helps. He didn't eat much. Also he wanted you and cried a lot. Now he’s asleep but I think that I can wake him up so he can talk to you. He slept for over an hour so...” Lexa gently shook him and talked quietly. “Aden, sweety. Wake up. Mommy called us. She wants to talk to you.” When the little boy heard that his mommy called he shoot his eyes wide open and reached for the phone.
“Mommy?” Clarke smiled at her son's voice. She missed him so much. And she hated being away from him when he was sick.
“Hey baby. I heard that you are sick. How are you feeling?”
“Please come back. My tummy hurts and you know how to make it stop.”
“I will when I can. For now you need to listen to your mom. She gave you medicine that should help.”
“But it's not yummy!” Aden didn't like any medicine. But hey, who does? “Please mommy come back.”
“You know I can't sweety.” Clarke hated being in that position. Of course she wanted to be with her son. But she couldn't come back home.
“But why? I want you to be here. With me. With mom.”
“I know honey. I want to be there as well but I can't.” She heard how her son's voice became more and more tearful.
“Mommy please! Come home. Please.” Aden started crying again. He snuggled into Lexa. She took the phone from him.
“Clarke? I'm sorry. You know how he can be when he is sick.”
“Don't apologize. He is right, I should be with you guys.”
“Then why do you stay there? Why can't you come home?” Lexa really wanted to understand but if Clarke didn't speak to her honestly she couldn't make excuses for her.
“I can't tell you. Please. It's hard enough as it is. I don't want to argue.”
“Then tell me what the hell is going on. You can't tell me? Really? Since when? Since when do you keep secrets from me?” Lexa became more and more angry.
“Lexa please…”
“No Clarke. I know you had to go on a tour after you lost your father. I knew you needed to feel useful again so I let you go on that tour. I knew it was hard for you to leave Aden and me but extending your tour was your own decision. You didn't let me think about it. You didn't explain. You didn't want to make that choice together. So no Clarke. I will not be hearing your lame excuses.” She knew she was harsh on Clarke but she was so angry that the blonde lied to her. She looked at her son. He had calmed down and he was lying on top of her.
“Lexa I can't tell you”
“You can. You just don't want to.”
“It's not true.”
“Then tell me the truth!” She raised her voice too loud and Aden got scared and looked at her. “I'm sorry baby, I didn't want to scare you.” She kissed his cheek. He laid his head back on her chest.
“I can't!”
“That's the thing Clarke. You can. So why don't you?”
“Because…”
“Because? Really? Okay, you know what? I'm done.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“What you heard. Unless you tell me why you can't come back. So? What would it be?”
“Lexa I'm sorry...” Clarke's voice wasn't more than a whisper. She heard Lexa sigh. Lexa's voice was so quiet.
“I'm sorry too. Goodbye Clarke.” She hung up not waiting for the blonde’s response. She tossed her phone to the other end of the couch.
“Can we watch TV?” She heard her son's voice.
“Of course baby. How is your tummy? Still hurts?” She hugged him.
“Not that much.” The brunette kissed his head and pulled a blanket on them before turning on the TV. They watched some disney movies and that was the way they spent their day. Little did they know that this day was only the beginning of the storm.