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Epilogue

"Is this a dream?" She whispered.

Lexa gently tucked a strand behind her ear and shook her head. "No, Clarke. I'm here."

"Oh God..." Clarke said in a cracking voice and slowly pulled Lexa into another embrace. For a long moment, neither of them moved, until Lexa raised her hand to gently caress the blonde's back when she felt a soft sob.

"Clarke..." another sob shook the blonde and she buried her face into the crook of Lexa's neck, "it's okay, Clarke... It's okay. I'm here. I'm with you."

After the sobbing had eased off, Clarke slowly pulled away, her eyes filled with wonder when she looked at Lexa, who softly wiped away some tears from the blonde's cheek.

"How...?" Clarke asked quietly.

Lexa remained silent for a long while, then looked at the door and smiled. "I have a great crew." And in that moment, the door opened, and the guys stepped into the tavern.

The reactions had varied from surprised and shocked to tears and hugs when The Leftovers entered the tavern where the crew sat at the bar, in a row, with their backs towards the door.

Clarke was at a loss for words to describe the evening and their feelings, since she still could not believe that Lexa was standing next to her at the pool table, her arm laying on her shoulder softly pulling her a little closer every once in a while to kiss her temple.

The crew had to tell the story over and over again, and they left nothing out. They talked about their successful fishing days and nights, they talked about the moment they had to make a choice and how they decided to go back home. They talked about how they had been sitting under deck for hours, hell, days, and Murphy described how it had been on the bridge, with Lexa. And although they declared her a hero, Lexa did not once say a word. She only had eyes for Clarke, and throughout the entire night, she never left her side.

For the first time, they went to Clarke's home that night.

Lexa woke up to the scent of fresh coffee. She had immediately fallen asleep in Clarke's arms, and she hadn't noticed when the blonde left the bed in the morning. She glanced to the alarm clock on the nightstand, 10:49am. I really must have needed that sleep. She thought to herself and laughed, which Clarke heard and it didn't even take her a second to approach the bedroom.

"No!" She exclaimed and pointed at Lexa with her index finger, narrowing her eyes. "Stay right where you are! I want to remember you like this. I want this to be the picture that pops up in my mind when I think of you."

Lexa smiled and rolled to her side while Clarke walked to the bed and sat down. Their eyes met for a long moment, until Clarke moved to lay down next to Lexa, and she began to softly stroke over tattooed arms. When her finger reached the wrist, she stopped.

"She misses you, Lexa."

Lexa sat herself up and leaned against the headboard. "I know."

"You should talk to her. She loves you... she has never stopped loving you. Forgive her, Lexa."

Their eyes met again. "I already have."

Clarke sighed but Lexa placed her index finger on the blonde's lips. "Please, Clarke. Don't talk about her... not now."

When Clarke nodded, Lexa tucked her lips into a small smile and softly pushed Clarke onto her back and positioned herself above her, looking into eyes so deep and blue as the sea itself and Lexa, once again, fell a little harder for the woman. She smiled and gently brushed a strand out of the blonde's face. "I love you, Clarke."

Clarke had won the fight against Finn and now Jacob would stay with her, and Lexa met him, as well as Abby. Around Christmas, Lexa took Clarke with her when she visited her friend, and Clarke finally met Aden.

And on New Year's Eve, Clarke took Lexa's hand and walked her to the new wooden bench on the pier, and for the first time in twelve years, Lexa looked into her mother's eyes before pulling her into an embrace, and she whispered words of love and forgiveness.

A few days later, Murphy tattooed Clarke's name on Lexa's wrist.

At the end of January, they celebrated Clarke's birthday and Lexa, as she had told Murphy she would, asked the blonde to marry her, and Clarke said Yes.

They married shortly after, in April, and everyone they loved was there; Aden, Jacob, Abby, Elora, Murphy and Emori, Lincoln and Octavia, Wick and Harper, Miller and Bryan, Atom, Billy and Raven, and although it was difficult for Raven, Clarke saw her genuine smile, and they nodded towards each other in acknowledgement.

And on the 1st of June, Lexa threw off the bow line and climbed up the ladder to the bridge, then pushed a few buttons and flipped some switches, and gently laid her right hand around one handle of the steering wheel. She reached the Narrow and blew the horn for Elora, and for Clarke, threw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on Cape Spear and then looked at the vast calm blue sea in front of her with a smile.

Is there anything better in this world?