A Life of Their Own

 
    “Lexa, I’m fine,” Clarke reassured her wife, waving her off with a paintbrush still dripping with blue paint. “Go to your launch. It’s a big day for you!”

    Lexa lingered by the patio door, her sharp blazer contrasting her worried expression. “You’re having contractions, Clarke. How am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re—”

    “Fake contractions!” Clarke interrupted with a laugh, resting a hand on her belly. “What are they called? Braxton Hicks? Totally normal. I read the pamphlets, remember? You made me memorize them.”

    Lexa wasn’t convinced. “You’ll call me if anything changes?”

    “I promise,” Clarke said, pulling Lexa in for a quick kiss. “Besides, you’ve got the entire Clexa Battalion watching over me.” She gestured to the phone perched on its tripod, already streaming live to their fans.

    Lexa sighed but nodded. “Alright. I love you. Don’t overdo it.”

    As she left, Clarke turned back to the stream with an amused shake of her head. “She’s worse than my mom sometimes. Alright, soldiers, it’s just us today. Try not to let me burn the house down.”

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    The stream filled with comments almost immediately.

@chaoticfangirl: “CLARKE HI OMG.”

@darkromancequeen: “Tell us what you’re painting!”

@ravensnarks: “Bet Lexa’s checking this stream in the middle of her event.”

    Clarke laughed, dipping her brush into a vibrant orange. “I’m working on a sunset piece for the nursery. Lexa doesn’t know I started it yet, so don’t snitch on me, okay?”

@chaoticfangirl: “Our lips are sealed!”

@anya.thehotmilitary: “So cute. Lexa’s gonna cry when she sees it, guaranteed.”

    Half an hour later, Clarke paused mid-stroke, wincing slightly as she felt another contraction. She rested a hand on her belly and exhaled slowly.

    “Just another Braxton Hicks, no big deal,” she muttered, glancing at the chat.

@ravensnarks: “Are you sure? Those look intense.”

@darkromancequeen: “Not to alarm you, but… they’re getting closer together?”

@anya.thehotmilitary: “Keep an eye on the timing, Clarke!”

    “You guys are worse than Lexa,” Clarke teased, though her brow furrowed slightly. “I’ve got it under control. I promise.”

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    An hour later, Clarke stood back to admire her painting. “What do you think, guys?” she asked, turning the canvas slightly toward the camera.

    The comments flooded in with admiration for her work, but a few eagle-eyed fans noticed something else.

@chaoticfangirl: “Um… Clarke, what’s on the ground?”

@darkromancequeen: “IS THAT WATER?!”

@ravensnarks: “HER WATER BROKE. CLARKE, CHECK YOUR FEET.”

    Clarke frowned, glancing down. A small puddle was spreading beneath her. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “Did my water just—no way.”

    She looked back at the phone, panic creeping into her voice. “Guys, are you serious right now? Is this it?”

    The chat exploded with responses:

@chaoticfangirl: “YES. THIS IS IT.”

@anya.thehotmilitary: “CALL LEXA. CALL YOUR DOCTOR.”

@ravensnarks: “WE GOT YOU, GIRL. DEEP BREATHS.”

    Clarke took a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the easel for support. “Okay, okay. Don’t freak out, Clarke. I’ll call—oh wait, Raven and Anya are here!”

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    Raven’s voice came through the phone first. “Hey, mama, don’t panic. We’re on our way. Just sit tight, alright?”

    “I’m not panicking,” Clarke replied, pacing slightly. “Okay, maybe I’m panicking a little. My water broke on a livestream, Raven. Do you know how embarrassing this is?”

    “You’re a celebrity,” Raven teased. “Fans live for this kind of chaos. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

    Anya, in the background, added, “Breathe, Clarke. Raven’s driving like a maniac, so we’ll be there fast.”

    Clarke turned back to the livestream. “You guys are officially the wildest birth coaches ever. Thanks for babysitting me while I try not to hyperventilate.”

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    Lexa was mid-sentence during her speech when her phone buzzed repeatedly. One look at the screen told her everything she needed to know.

    “Um, excuse me,” she stammered, hastily stepping away from the podium. “I need to go. My wife’s in labor.”

    She bolted out the door, ignoring the stunned applause behind her.

    By the time she reached the hospital, Raven and Anya were already there, comforting Clarke as she was wheeled into the delivery room. The livestream was still going, much to Lexa’s dismay.

    “Why is this still on?” Lexa hissed, glaring at Raven.

    “Your fans would riot if I ended it now,” Raven replied with a smirk, holding the phone steady.

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    Hours later, Clarke and Lexa were utterly exhausted but overjoyed as they welcomed their baby girl into the world.

    “It’s a girl!” the doctor announced, placing the tiny newborn on Clarke’s chest.

    Lexa sobbed openly, her forehead pressed to Clarke’s. “She’s perfect,” she whispered.

    But before they could fully process the moment, the doctor’s voice rang out again.

    “Wait… there’s another one!”

    Clarke’s jaw dropped, another contraction came shortly, “Are you kidding me?!”

    Lexa, wide-eyed, clutched Clarke’s hand as the second baby made their entrance.
    “It’s a boy!”

    Raven, still holding the phone, cackled. “Twins. The Clexa Battalion is not ready for this.”

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    Raven snapped a picture of the happy (and utterly exhausted) family, posting it with the caption:

@ravensnarks: “Twins. Clarke and Lexa just broke the internet. #ClexaBabies”

    The comments came in droves:

@chaoticfangirl: “TWINS?! I CAN’T.”

@darkromancequeen: “This is the best day of my life.”

@anya.thehotmilitary: “Raven, if you stop this stream, we riot.”

@ravensnarks: “Don’t worry. You’re basically honorary godparents at this point.”

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    Later, as the twins slept peacefully in their bassinets, Clarke and Lexa lay side by side on the hospital bed, holding hands.

    “Twins,” Lexa whispered, still in awe. “Can you believe it?”

    Clarke chuckled, resting her head on Lexa’s shoulder. “Honestly? It makes sense. We’ve never done anything the easy way.”

    Their laughter faded into contented silence, their hearts full as they gazed at their little miracles.