"So, what are you wearing?"

"That is a very strange question to ask your sister."

Lexa glared at her phone. Face timing with Anya always helped her portray her actual feelings. Just talking to her made it hard for Anya to have the pleasure of every dirty look she is shot for every comment she makes. Anya laughed and shifted the phone so it was pointing downward. The flow started from the point of her heels to the fit of her dark grey pants. It showed her form fitting jacket with the hint of a black shirt peeking out from the open buttons.

"You look nice." Lexa complimented, clearing her throat. "One question though. How are you going to hide what I gave you?"

Anya rolled her eyes. "Relax, Commander." She reached to the side and grabbed a black hand bag. She shook it and grinned. "It's in here."

Lexa tilted forward just a bit. "Could you please stop shaking it?"

"Nothing's going to happen to it. I promise."

Lexa nodded several times, taking in a breath to calm her nerves.

Anya smirked as she watched her sister. "Are you nervous?"

Lexa made a face. "Maybe…"

"You have no reason to be. She's going to say yes."

"I know. She just really has a lot going on tonight and… I don't know… maybe two big events might actually give her that heart attack she's been paranoid about having."

The laugh Anya released echoed in the tiny speaker. "She is ridiculous." She cocked an eyebrow and pointed. "And so are you." The sound of a knock at her door drew her attention away from her sister. "My ride is here." She looked into the camera and made a raspberry noise. "See you shortly."

The screen went black.

Lexa bounced her phone in her hand, staring down at the screen. Tonight was the night. Clarke's first big show. All of the pieces she had been working so hard on displayed for the city to see. She took in another deep breath, feeling all the nerves and flutters that Clarke has felt over the last few weeks.

Or maybe hers were because tonight was the night she planned on asking Clarke to marry her.

To keep their promise of infinity.

The sound of scraping on the wood floor raised her attention. Mac was barreling around the corner full steam ahead. Lexa raised her hand and he skidded to a halt in front of her. "Be good, Mac." She waved her hands up and down. "Black and fur are not a good mix."

Mac released a bark, rose up on his paws, and darted toward the kitchen.

Lexa released a low chuckle and shook her head. The next sound she heard coming from the short distance of the bedroom drew her attention up once again. Clarke entered the living room, her head tilted to the side as she attempted to put on her earring. Her low cut, black dress held every part of her perfectly. Accentuated every inch that Lexa loved to touch and hold and kiss. The brunette placed her hand over her heart, feeling the rapid thump.

"Babe, have you see my silver necklace?" Clarke stopped by the couch and looked up at Lexa. Her brow furrowed and a small smile formed on her lips. "What?"

Lexa opened and closed her mouth several times. A small breath exited her throat and she raised the hand that was just resting over her heart. "Wow. You look beautiful."

Clarke half rolled her eyes as she secured the sparkling jewel on her ear. "You always say that when I dress up." She noted, taking a step closer to Lexa.

The brunette smiled as she wrapped her arms around Clarke's waist. "I say it when you're covered in paint too." She placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose. "What do they say?" She grinned. "Love a woman that can do both."

"I already do." Clarke whispered, her breath tickling Lexa's lips. She placed a small kiss to them which only intensified the tingle. She took a step back to admire Lexa's outfit. "You look gorgeous." She reached out and ran her fingers down the seam of her green button down. "I love this color on you."

Lexa smiled, placing her finger under Clarke's chin so she met her eyes again. "You're going to do great tonight."

Clarke snorted in disbelief. "How can you be sure?"

"Because you're you." She shrugged her shoulder. "And you can do anything."

"You have a lot of faith in me." Clarke touched her cheek. "It's one of the many things I love about you."

Lexa leaned in and kissed her again. They held it a little longer, pouring every ounce of nerves and love they were feeling. She pulled back, placing one more chaste kiss to her lips, before looking into Clarke's eyes again. "Your necklace is in the box by the bed."

"Thank you!" Clarke breathed out and kissed Lexa once again. She turned and scurried off toward the bedroom.

Lexa smiled to herself as she walked over to the couch and grabbed her jacket. She slipped it on over her shoulders and released a breath she had no idea she was holding. Lexa slid her phone into her pocket and turned at the sound of Clarke's heels once again.

"Where's Mac?" Clarke asked, adjusting the necklace.

Lexa couldn't help but watch as it fell between her cleavage. Her green eyes shifted upward to break her stare and she shook her head. Any thoughts that may delay them getting to the gallery needed to be removed immediately.

"He's in the kitchen." Lexa motioned her thumb toward the space. "I fed him. He's fine." She smiled as she watched the slightest bit of tension escape Clarke's body. "We'll only be gone a few hours." She took a step forward. "I made sure to put away anything he could chew."

Clarke chuckled as she reached out for Lexa's hand. She wiggled her fingers and Lexa breathed out a laugh as she intertwined their fingers. The blonde tugged lightly causing Lexa to take a few hurried steps forward.

"I don't know what I would do without you." Clarke stated, softly as she brushed her thumb across Lexa's.

The brunette flashed her an adoring smile. Her eyes moving upward as her fingertips brushed against Clarke's forehead, moving soft blonde hair away from her girlfriend's face. "Same." She confessed, her eyes shifting downward to meet Clarke's. "Ready to impress the world?"

Clarke chuckled, rocking their hands from side to side. "How about we start with our area first?"

Lexa shook her head slowly from side to side. "Such a small thinker." She joked, earning a small shove for her words. Her jaw twitched in an attempt to sooth both her laughter and that annoying anxious feeling bubbling up in her stomach.

There was a flash of realization in Clarke's eyes. They widened for a second then the blonde released a soundless 'oh'. "I almost forgot." She let go of Lexa's hand to pick up her purse from the couch. "After it's over, I wanted to show you something."

Lexa looked at her curiously. "What is it?"

Clarke waved her purse dismissively. "Just something I'm working on. It's not huge deal…" She paused, her brow furrowing in thought. "Well, it's not a big deal."

"From huge to big? That means it's huge."

"I don't like how well you know me."

Lexa chuckled as she took Clarke's hand again. "Yes you do."

The blonde shot her a mock dirty look as they walked the few steps toward the door. "It's a piece I've been working on." She untwined their hands and ran her hand up Lexa's arm. She wrapped her hand around her bicep, squeezing gently. "I want your opinion."

Lexa offered her a fond expression. "I love my dating the artist perks." She opened the door for them. "I get to see everything first."

Clarke pushed herself up slightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She looked in her eyes, unable to erase the smile that graced her lips the second she saw Lexa. "You are my biggest fan."

Lexa leaned in, kissing her, smiling against her lips. She moved back slowly and watched Clarke's beautiful blue eyes flutter open again. "Always."

The gallery was a buzz with the work of the city's newest art sensation. Clarke had made her way through the room. She made small talk. She explained the thought process behind her work. The use of colors. The shades. The designs. The beautiful brunette who graced the canvas of several pieces of work.

Lexa watched her in awe.

She moved so fluidly through the crowd. Her confidence and pride in her work showing in every smile she flashed. Every laugh she released. Lexa couldn't be prouder or more in love with Clarke then she was at this very moment.

When the blonde had a moment, she stood close to Lexa. Her hand wrapped around Clarke's bicep, enjoying the conversation going on with her friends. Lexa watched her as Raven told some animated story regarding her almost dropping one of Clarke's biggest pieces. Beautiful blue eyes rolled at certain antidotes and a small, breathy laugh followed soon after. Lexa leaned to in slightly and placed a small kiss on her love's temple.

"So proud of you." She whispered, her lips still pressed against her skin as she placed another small kiss then leaned back.

Clarke smiled up at her, squeezing her arm gently. "Thanks, babe."

"Oh, Clarke!" Octavia exclaimed, breaking their moment. She snapped her fingers and pointed at the artist. "Didn't you want to show me something?" Octavia clenched her teeth and flashed Clarke a knowing look.

Clarke studied her for a moment then released a long 'oh'. "Yes. I do." She turned to Lexa with a nervous smile. "We will be right back."

Lexa furrowed her brow in curiosity. "What are you going to show her?"

Clarke stammered for a moment until Octavia was by her side, taking her free arm. "This really cool art piece she's been working on." She covered, feeling Clarke release a thankful breath.

Lexa feigned a hurt expression. "I thought only I was privy to first looks."

Clarke mirrored her expression, mocking her girlfriend. "Octavia helped me with it." She brushed her finger along Lexa's jawline. "I just want to be sure she's satisfied with the finished product."

"But I get to see it next, right?"

Clarke bit lightly into her bottom lip. Her eyes followed the movement of her hand as it rested over Lexa's heart. "I promise." She said, placing a chaste kiss on Lexa's lips. She pulled back with a smile and patted her gently. "If anyone is looking for me…"

"I'll tell them you'll be right back." Lexa finished, smiling back at her.

Clarke mouthed an 'I love you' before allowing herself to be dragged away by Octavia.

Lexa watched her as she and Octavia disappeared to studio in the back of the gallery. Her gaze shifted toward the door just in time to see Abby making her way through the crowd. She paused, turning on her heels toward one of the larger pieces in the room. Her brow furrowed and her head tilted as she studied the art.

"There's Abby." Lexa stated, resting her hand on her stomach. She could feel the muscles tensing under her palm. Her jaw clenched, twitching twice. It was strange how the movement followed the rhythm of the nerves in her stomach. "I'm going to go talk to her."

"What do you need to talk to Abby for?" Raven asked, curiosity deep in her features.

The sisters exchanged a glance. Lexa sighed with a shrug as she waved her hand for Anya to speak. Anya nodded and stepped closer to Raven. She wrapped her arm around the slightly shorter girl's shoulders. Raven looked between the two sisters, still completely confused.

"Raven, we are about to tell you something and it's a huge secret." Anya's expression changed and she gave Raven a stern look. "If you say anything, I will literally karate chop you in the throat."

Raven inched back. Her brow eyes narrowing in question. "You mean figuratively."

"No, I mean literally." She raised her hand with a quick motion. "Right in the throat."

"Okay…." Raven breathed, dragging out the last letter. She looked between them again. "What's going on?"

Lexa clasped her hands in front of herself to control the fidgeting. "I'm going to ask Clarke to marry me."

"What!" Raven exclaimed, causing the guests in the gallery to turn their attention to her.

Including Abby.

Lexa muttered a curse and placed her hand over her face. Anya's hand had clamped down over Raven's mouth. Raven mumbled a few words behind the woman's hand as she moved her own frantically.

Anya turned Raven's attention to her. "I will move my hand so you can ask questions if you don't ask so loudly." A stern look followed her words to clarify her point. "Agreed?"

Raven nodded and mumbled her agreement. When Anya's hand moved, she immediately started talking. "When? When is this happening? Like, right now? Or later?"

Lexa chuckled. "After the show." She turned to see Abby walking toward them. Her eyes darted back to her sister and Raven. "I want to ask Abby's permission first."

"You are so formal." Raven teased, reaching out to nudge her. "This is awesome. I am so happy for you two."

Lexa tried to fight the smile but it pulled at her lips. "Thank you."

"Do I even want to know what that loud noise was for?" Abby questioned, joining them. She looked at Raven curiously.

"Uh…" Raven cleared her throat. She stammered over her words trying to come up with a story to explain her outburst. She thrusted her thumb in Anya's direction. "Anya was telling us this really great story about how she threw a dart and it hit this guy in the face. It stuck in his cheek and then…."

"Okay, stop talking." Anya requested, glaring at her.

She looked from one girl to the next suspiciously then breathed a small laugh. "Oh, Anya…" She scolded, playfully as she shook her head. Her hand clasped her clutch purse as she rested it against her stomach. "Have you seen Clarke? I wanted to congratulate her and I…" She paused, unexpectedly as if she was trying to find the correct phrasing. "I have something for her."

"She and Octavia went to the studio in the back." Lexa explained, placing her hand on the space between Abby's shoulder blades. "Um, before you go find her… Do you mind if we talk in private?" She flashed a tiny smile followed by a low chuckle. "Well, as private as we can find."

Abby regarded her curiously for a moment then nodded. "Of course, Lexa."

"After you." Lexa requested, holding her hand out for Abby to move ahead of her.

Abby nodded and took a step in the ushered direction. Lexa turned to her sister and Raven. Her eyes widened as she took in a deep calming breath. Her puffed out cheeks indicating how nervous she was.

Anya brought her champagne glass to her lips, flashing a toothy grin behind it. "Don't forget to show her the painting of you and Clarke half naked making out." She winked and drank the contents in her glass.

Lexa narrowed her eyes then slowly turned to follow after Abby.

"Ready?"

Octavia nodded, frantically as she clasped her hands together. Her two fingers pressed against her chin in a triangle as she bounced on her heels. "Yeah. Yeah. Show me."

Clarke took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. She pulled the cover from the large canvas and took it step back, letting it fall heavily to the ground. Her breath hitched at the sight before her. Bright colors splashed against the canvas. Dark eloquent letters graced the center, popping out against the splashes of pink and purple and blue.

"Wow, Clarke." Octavia breathed as her hands slowly lowered. "It's perfect."

Clarke felt her body relax. Felt the small smile on her lips. The one she always had when it came to anything involving Lexa. "It's from our first date." She explained, admiring her work. "It meant so much to me. I couldn't bring myself to put it out on display." Her fingers brushed against the canvas. Against the dark letters that curled through the darkness. "It was such a wonderful memory of where we started. I thought this would make it even more significant."

Octavia flashed her a fond smile. She wrapped her arms around her friend's shoulders. "You're getting married." She squealed, happily.

"Hopefully." Clarke laughed, trying to keep herself stable under Octavia's enthusiastic shaking of her.

"No, not hopefully. You are." Octavia hugged her shoulders and smirked. "Bet you're glad you couldn't talk me out of playing Lacrosse."

Clarke released a short, clipped laugh and shook her head. "The one time I was okay with being wrong." She teased causing Octavia to laugh before they wrapped one another up in a tight hug…

"Clarke always had such a special view of the world." Abby gushed, wistfully as she admired one of her daughter's many works.

Lexa smiled with a nod. "It's one of the things I love most about her."

The soft smile graced the doctor's lips as she shifted her gaze to Lexa. "What was it you wanted to speak to me about, Lexa?"

The fluttering in her stomach started as soon as the words left Abby's lips. She clasped her hands together to keep her fingers from fidgeting with one another. Her green eyes shifted downward and she swallowed hard then cleared her throat. A few incoherent mumbles escaped her throat and Lexa inwardly cursed herself for her suddenly inability to be coherent.

Abby stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on Lexa's shoulder. She looked at her concerned. "Lexa, what's wrong?"

Lexa shook her head. Her hand raised and she pressed her fist against her lips as she released a cough to clear the lump growing in her throat. A small exhale calmed her nerves and she locked eyes with Abby. "Abby, as I've said I love Clarke very much."

The same soft smile played on Abby's face. "I know, Lexa." She chuckled lightly. "And she loves you."

Lexa nodded again. This time her half smile graced her lips. She paused for a just a moment as she arranged her next words in her thoughts carefully. "Abby, if… if it's alright with you…" Green eyes locked on her girlfriend's mother. The concern once again weighing heavy on the older woman's features. "I'd like to ask Clarke to marry me."

Abby's eyes widened for a moment. Her lips parted and a small choked sound escaped. But, not a second later, her smile returned and there was a glint of something Lexa couldn't quite figure out in her eyes. She placed her hand on Lexa's cheek, smiling fondly at the woman.

"I would be ecstatic to call you my daughter in law."

Lexa beamed. The nervousness lifted away from her body. "So, then, I have your blessing?"

Abby laughed, rubbing her thumb softly against the brunette's cheek. "Yes, Lexa, you have my blessing." She pulled Lexa in, wrapping her arms around her. "You make her so happy."

Lexa hugged her back. "I try."

Abby leaned back and placed her hands on Lexa's cheeks once again. "You succeed."

Her loves mother pulled her into a hug once again which Lexa eagerly returned. The sound of a throat clearing pulled them apart and they turned to look at the source. A young woman padded toward them, a clipboard pressed against her chest.

"I'm sorry for interrupting." She apologized, taking a cautious step forward.

Lexa waved her hand. "No, it's fine." She reached out and touched the girl's arm and turned to Abby. "Abby, this is Maya. She's the Curator's daughter." She smiled proudly. "She's the one who arranged this entire show."

"Oh! It's so nice to meet you." Abby greeted, extending her hand to Maya. "Abby Griffin. Clarke's mother."

"Oh, Dr. Griffin!" She greeted, cheerfully shaking the older woman's hand. "It's so nice to meet you. Clarke talks about you all the time." She released her hand and tightened her grip around her clipboard. "Your daughter is very talented."

Abby offered an appreciative smile and nodded.

"What can we do for you, Maya?" Lexa inquired.

Maya turned to her. "I was wondering if you've seen Clarke?" She glanced back at a man chatting with the gallery owner. His hand waving animatedly around one of Clarke's paintings. "There's a gentleman inquiring about a painting and I don't really have an answer for what he's asking…."

"Say no more." Lexa gave her a short wave. "I'll find her."

Abby reached out, taking hold of Lexa's forearm. "No, Lexa, let me." She shrugged her shoulder. "I haven't seen her to say congratulations and I still have something I need to give her."

Lexa regarded her wordlessly for a moment.

Abby chuckled as she read her expression. "Don't worry. I'm not going to tell her."

Lexa laughed. "I know. I just…" Her jaw twitched and she took in a breath. "Just tell her I'll be waiting by the bar for her return."

Abby nodded, excusing herself as she hurried off to find Clarke…

The sound of the door opening and heels against the tiled floor caused the girls to jump. Clarke and Octavia rushed to place the cover back over the canvas. Octavia stumbled. Clarke reached out, steading her as they started to laugh while the tugged the corners over the painting.

"Clarke?"

Clarke breathed out relieved, placing her hand over her heart. "Mom." She breathed as Abby stepped further into view. "I thought you were Lexa."

Abby flashed a knowing smile and pulled her into a tight hug. "Your work is beautiful, sweetheart." She leaned back and cupped Clarke's cheeks, smiling proudly.

"Thank you." Clarke replied with a smile of her own.

Realization flashed through Abby's eyes as she released her daughters face. She reached into her bag and pulled out a blue velvet box. "Here." She took in a breath and handed the box to Clarke.

Clarke felt her own breath hitch in her throat. With a shaky hand, she accepted the box from her mother. Octavia stood by her side, the tiniest smile on her lips. She glanced at her friend before flipping the top of the box up. The white gold band had a very prefect square shaped diamond in the center that gleamed in the lights of the studio. Clarke could feel the tears welding up behind her eyes and took in a breath to control them.

"Your father would have loved her." Abby cooed, her throat bobbing from the swallow of emotions that followed the confession.

Clarke felt the tear wet her cheek before she could stop it. She felt Octavia wrap her arm around her shoulders and give her a loving squeeze. She nodded a few times as she stared at the promise in front of her. "I think so too." She responded, finally. There was small crack in the voice from the tears wanting to fall harder.

Abby stepped forward and placed a kiss between Clarke's brow. She leaned back, her hands returning to cup her cheeks. She looked into her eyes. "Tonight is going to be the night you never forget." A smile pulled at her lips. "I love you, sweetheart."

Clarke wrapped her hand around her mother's wrist. "I love you, Mom." She replied, leaning into her mother and giving her another hug.

Her mother pulled back abruptly. "Maya… she was looking for you." Abby looked ecstatic. "I think someone wanted to buy one of your paintings."

"Look at you." Octavia cheered, falling into the easiness of the conversation. "How many is that tonight?"

Clarke waved her hand. "Let's not jinx it by talking numbers."

"I think this makes it four."

"O…"

"What?"

Clarke flashed her a dirty look that caused the brunette to chuckle. "Come on. Time to get back to work."

She feigned annoyance but everyone could see that Clarke was beaming. Her teeth pressed into her lip to suppress the smile that wanted to break across her face. She took a step toward the painting and placed the box on the easel. Her fingers brushed against the velvet of the box as she released a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

The smile broke free from its containment between her teeth.

Tonight was definitely to be unforgettable.

Success.

That word had been thrown around a lot all evening and Clarke had to say, now that the night was over, she agreed. Her work was very well received. People actually purchased several pieces. Her show was a success. She was a success.

She stood in the center of the gallery, looking around the room that was once filled with strangers. Now, it was just filled with her family. The people who meant more to her than any painting hanging on the walls around them.

They sat in a circle, Anya on the floor with her back pressed against the bar. Raven sat in a large leather chair with Octavia on her lap, absently mindedly brushing her fingers against the back of her wife's neck. Her mother stood over them, next to Lexa. Her girlfriend leaned against the bar, her elbows pressed into the cushion on the edge.

Clarke watched them. Her heart swelling and the love and support she received from each and every one of them. Her gaze moved slowly as she examined them individually then suddenly locked with green one staring back at her. A sexy little half smirk rested on the brunette's lips as she stared fondly at the blonde.

Clarke took in a breath. This was her moment and she needed to seize it. Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip and she wiggled her finger beckoning Lexa to come join her. She smiled when Lexa pushed herself away from the bar and excused herself from the group.

As soon as Lexa joined her, Clarke immediately wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her in for a chaste kiss. She moved back just a bit and smiled as she waited for Lexa's eyes to flutter open and meet hers. When they did, Lexa smiled back, brushing her nose lightly against Clarke's before giving her another tiny kiss.

"How do you feel?" Lexa inquired, her hands gently holding Clarke's waist.

"Like I can do anything." Clarke responded, brushing her thumb against her girlfriend's perfect jawline.

And she did.

She was ready. Her stomach fluttered. She could feel her skin heating up. The rush of blood pumping quickly through her body causing her heart to race. It was time. Time to move forward and ask Lexa to be her forever.

Her infinity.

"Hey." Lexa cooed, raising her hand to brush the tips of her fingers along Clarke's cheek. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Where did you just go?"

Clarke merely shook her head and took a step back. Her hand brushed down Lexa's arm until their hands met, fingers locking together. "Come on." She requested, giving her a gentle tug. "I want to show you something."

Lexa took in a deep breath then slowly released it. "Okay."

Clarke's smile widened as she led the love of her life toward the back of the studio. "I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will." Lexa stated, smirking when Clarke glanced over her shoulder at her.

The brunette watched her movements as she leads them toward the studio. She glanced back at her friends, smiling fondly at them. They were all listening to Abby intently. Anya gave her a sideways glance accompanied by a knowing smirk. She winked at her sister and returned her attention to Abby.

Lexa bobbed her head in response and returned her attention to Clarke. She could read her sisters thoughts. No matter how much shit they gave one another, they were connected. Anya was giving her a silent encouragement. Letting her know that she was there for her, whatever the outcome.

Clarke could feel her nerves standing on end. You know what the funny thing about determination and over confidence is? They disappear faster than you expect them to. Clarke turned the knob, opening the door and leading Lexa inside. Her confidence crumbled further and further into the pit of her stomach with every step they took.

What if Lexa said no?

Their relationship will be ruined, or there would be weeks of back-tracking and finding new ground. Her mouth was dry. Her hands shook. Lexa must have felt it. Felt the heat between their hands causing the sweat to build on Clarke's palm. Her sudden halt caused Clarke to stumble in her heels. The blonde turned and face the concerned brunette.

"What's wrong?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Lexa replied, raising her eyebrow in question.

Clarke did her best to swallow back her nerves and push a confused look across her face. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Lexa took a small step closer. She wrapped her arms around Clarke's waist. "You're shaking."

"It's cold." Clarke lied. She could tell from the look on her girlfriend's face that her words were completely unbelievable. She sighed. "It's just been a pretty crazy night." She placed a kiss on Lexa's lips. "Thank God for you."

Lexa flashed her a half smile. Her gaze dropped to the floor for a moment before returning to the beautiful blue eyes staring back at her. Her jaw clenched, the skin twitching briefly. She cleared her throat. "Clarke, there was something I…"

"Wait." Clarke interrupted, patting her shoulder. "Before you say anything, let me show you the piece."

"Okay." Lexa nodded, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Clarke turned on her heels and took a few more steps toward the painting. Lexa followed quietly behind her. The brunette took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she watched Clarke start to tug on the cover.

"Now, I worked really hard on this."

"Clarke…"

"I want you to remember that when you critique it." She swallowed back the sudden lump in her throat. "Because I really did put a lot of myself in this…"

"Clarke…."

"I want you to know that your opinion toward it means everything to me and I really…"

"Clarke!... Please look at me."

Clarke released the cover at her request, leaving just the edge slightly uncovered. She turned to face her girlfriend and her breath caught in her throat. Her hands raised immediately to cover her mouth and stifle the gasp that wanted to escape it.

Lexa was on her knees. A small box held in the palm of her hand as she stared up at Clarke. Her green eyes watery and Clarke swears there is nothing more beautiful than Lexa in this moment.

"Clarke, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much." Lexa spoke eloquently even though her voice was shaking. "I swear to you, on everything I hold dear, that I will love you, I will support you, I will honor you, for the rest of my life."

Her hands shook as she lowered them away from her lips. "Lexa…" She breathed as she sniffed back the tears starting to fall.

Lexa looked up at her. Green eyes filled with adoration and hope. "Clarke, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

That was the moment she lost her control. The tears streamed down her face. She found herself unable to speak. All she could do was shake her head yes as she pulled Lexa to her feet and into her arms. She held her face as she kissed her. The tears from both their eyes mixing together and staining their cheeks.

Lexa pulled from the barge of soft kisses to look into watery blue eyes. "So, is that a yes?"

Clarke released a laugh and shook her head again. "Yes." She answered, pulling Lexa in for another kiss. She pulled back abruptly. "Now you really have to see this."

She went to step toward the painting again but her paused when Lexa slipped the ring on her finger. The smile broke across her face and Lexa pulled her in for another kiss. Lexa brushed her nose against Clarke's then placed another chaste kiss upon them.

"Show me." She whispered as Clarke released a shaky breath against her lips.

The blonde stepped away, pulling the cover from the canvas carefully. She had to be sure not to knock over the second surprise sitting on the easel. She rolled the cover up and placed it on the floor. Her teeth bit into the corner of her lip as she turned to see Lexa gaping at the art.

Lexa took a few slow steps forward. Her green eyes fixated on the canvas. It was the painting they created together. The night of their first date. Their first kiss. The splash of colors the background for giant black scripted letters.

Letters that read: Marry me, Lexa.

Lexa released a huff of a laugh as Clarke took the small box in her hands. She popped the top revealing the beautiful ring inside. A small smirk played on her lips as she watched Lexa's gaze go from the Clarke to the ring then back to Clarke once again.

"Great minds think a like I guess." Clarke noted, taking a step so there was very little space between her and her fiancée. Her eyebrow twitched as her grin turned mischievous. "I'm guessing your answer is yes."

Lexa tilted her head slightly. She tapped her chin. "I don't know. I just had this pretty amazing woman say yes to me so I might have to think about…"

"Oh shut up." Clarke ordered as she pulled her in for a deep kiss.

"Can we come in yet?"

The sound of Octavia's voice broke them apart.

"Yeah, come in… come in." Clarke chuckled as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked at Lexa and gently ran her thumbs across her cheeks to wipe away the moisture.

Lexa smiled thankfully and leaned in to kiss her cheek as the small space filled with their favorite people.

"Well?" Abby questioned as if she didn't already know they answer.

"She said yes." The engaged couple said in unison. They exchanged an amused glance before they were attacked by happy hugs and excited coos.

Raven stood back, her arms crossed against her chest and an insulted frown on her lips.

Octavia looked at her with confusion from her place at Clarke's side. "What are you doing? Come over here and congratulate them."

"No." Raven responded. There was a hint of brattiness in her tone laced with a bit of laughter. "I'm pissed off that no one told me about any of this so no."

Clarke laughed as she stepped away from the group and over to her best friend. "Ray…" She pouted adorably as she stepped closer.

"Don't Ray me." Raven ordered as she tightened her grip around her own body. She shrugged away when Clarke tugged at the sleeve of her shirt.

"You know damn well you wouldn't have been able to keep this a secret." Clarke teased, tugging at her sleeve again.

Raven pulled away again. "Yes, I would have."

Clarke tilted her head slightly flashing her a knowing look.

Raven sighed. "Okay, fine, maybe I would have told Octavia but…"

"Raven…"

The brunette rolled her eyes, conceding. She shuffled forward and wrapped her arms around Clarke, dropped her head on her shoulder. "I'm happy for you, Griffin." She said, smiling against her shoulder.

"Thanks, Ray." Clarke whispered, placing a kiss on her friend's temple as a sound of the cork popping on a left over bottle of champagne sounded and the celebration continued….

The room was warm and comfortable as it always was after they spent hours showing one another how much they loved each other. But, tonight was different.

Tonight they moved together slowly. Taking time exploring places they were already familiar with. Kissing certain spots longer than usual. Murmuring promises and forever's. When it was over and the laid together in silence. Close and comfortable, ignoring the heat from their passionate moment filling the small space between them.

Lexa's arm rested underneath Clarke's head. The blonde's cheek resting on her forearm. Her blue eyes were closed as Lexa's fingers scraped lightly across the top of her head and through her hair. Lexa smiled at her, watching her as she hummed happily from the feel of Lexa's ministrations.

"We have a wedding to start planning, you know?" Lexa noted, her smile growing wider when Clarke hummed a yes in response. "When do you want to start?"

Clarke finally opened her eyes. The blue sparkling in the dull light from the moon coming through the window. "Not right now."

Lexa chuckled. "I know that. I'm just curious."

Clarke cuddled closer, her arm draping around Lexa's waist. "How about we start in the morning?"

"Sounds good." Lexa placed a kiss on her forehead. "I have a few ideas and I think it should be mutual…"

"Babe…" Clarke interrupted, laughter lacing her tone. She placed a kiss against Lexa's throat. "Go to sleep."

The smile tugged against Lexa's lips and she shifted to she could hold Clarke impossibly closer. "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

Lexa furrowed her brow and released a disbelieving grunt. "I doubt that."

Clarke scraped her nails lightly down Lexa's back. "Well, we have forever for me to prove it."

"Infinity." Lexa reminded. She could feel Clarke's smile against her skin.

"Infinity." Clarke repeated, inching back to place a kiss against Lexa's chin.

They snuggled into one another once again. Promises for their future clouding their dreams and allowing them to hold on to what they were so grateful to have with one another. Another start of something new. Another path to lead them where they knew they were destined to be together.

Their life together would be perfect.

Not that it wasn't already but now they will be bonded for eternity.

For infinity.