Hi everyone! This is my first The 100 fanfic and I am excited! I found this prompt on tumblr (prompt: "I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early to pick her up from day care, take her to doctors' appointments and occasionally miss a day when he's sick. Long story short: I 'm in too deep. I didn't think it through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a girl, age 2-4 with curly brown hair who loves to paint the walls of my house with every available color. Must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advance for someone that age. She also needs to respond to "My little Picasso" as that's what my wife and I call her. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my wife when dropping her off. Mother is a pediatrician who usually brings the kid to the daycare of the hospital. You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only.") and I suddenly got these ideas and pictures in my head! I couldn't resist writing this.
PLEASE leave a feedback, as I have no idea if this is great or if you're interested in all this!
Note: I'll mention basically everyone in this story. Just a little background: Octavia is still a teen, Bellamy and Clarke are somewhat in there mid twenties. Murphy is married to Emori and they have a little boy (around 4 or 5 years old, not sure of that yet.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Bellamy was panicking. He was seriously freaking out, right in front of his boss. How was he going to pull that off? He liked his work. Really, he did. He loved writing for the Newspaper's History section, he even pulled off a Greek Mythology series right from his first day and it has been hugely success, the ratings and sellings of the newspaper going up a lot.
Alright. Maybe it wasn't his smartest move to say he had a kid. Technically, he had to take care of someone, his little sister Octavia being only 16 when their mother had died, and he took the job in the firm. But to say he had a toddler at home and a wife who was a teacher and often brought home her work… He should have thought that this story would blow up some time…
"Well, are you going to the firm's dinner? Everyone does!" Miller, one of the sport's section writers said, all his other colleagues nodding.
Bellamy shrugged, trying not to blush and pushed his glasses further up on his nose. "I am not sure. What date is it again?"
"Friday this week", Monty, who was writing for a science fiction and game section together with his long-term buddy Jasper, said.
"Friday? Like next week?" The others nodded. "Well, my wife has got some parent teacher thing, I think. I'll have to find a sitter for my daughter, which could be a problem. We have not found one yet and we don't feel comfortable leaving her with strangers."
Murphy shrugged his shoulders. "You could always bring her too. There will be some child friendly dinner, some entertainer person. I have been bringing my wife and son for the past two years too. It's a great opportunity to spend time with your wife, having your baby close and not having to worry about them."
"Sure, alright. I'm in. Let's see if we find a sitter or not. If not, I'll just… bring the little one with me."
And yeah. That's how he got himself into another kind of mess. How was he supposed to find a wife in 12 days? Or get himself a kid in that short amount of time?!
"You agreed to go to the firm's dinner. With your wife and kid?!" 16-year-old Octavia Blake, the tips of her hair dyed pink, who had also been seemingly going through some kind of rebellious, teenager, "let's wear all black" phase, asked, her eyebrows raising to her hairline.
"I know, O. Please. It's bad enough as it is. You don't have to rub it in." Bellamy said, sitting down onto the couch in their living room, head in his hands.
"You're screwed." Octavia flopped down besides him and handed him the ice cream container and spoon she had just gotten for herself from the fridge. "Here. Eat. You can use that better now."
"Thanks" he mumbled, opened the container and took a big spoonful of their favorite chocolate ice cream. "What am I going to do?"
His sister took her laptop from the table. "Let's see… Do you have any friends who could pretend to be your wife? You could always say you found a babysitter for your non-existent baby girl."
"Won't work. I told them I don't know any sitters yet, since we just moved here. And besides… None of my female friends would be willing or able to pull that off. Think of Echo or Harper. They'd spill the secret even before dinner was served!"
She rolled her eyes. "That was the worst thing to say to your colleagues." She typed away on her laptop, opening various sites with escort girls. "What about an escort?"
"Octavia!" Bellamy angrily exclaimed. "I am not going to pay someone to play my wife."
"Why not?" The teen shrugged. "Let's face it. That's your only option. We could ask for someone with a kid. Or… we could put some ads into newspapers or something."
He handed her the ice cream container. "Eat that. And then please do me a favor and do your homework? Did you now have to finish some of that?"
"Well, dearest brother, fortunately for you, I have already finished everything. I have a brilliant idea! There is this new art teacher at my school. I think her name's Miss Griffin! I saw her a couple of times, talking to other teachers. I am pretty sure she mentioned a toddler."
"I am also not going to take your teacher as my pretended wife, O." He vehemently shook his head. "I'll… think of something. I just need some time to wrap my head around all this."
His sister sighed. "Alright. If you say so. I'll go have a shower and then watch a chick flick. Have fun thinking of a solution for your problem!"
Three hours later and he still hadn't come up with a solution. His sister had left her laptop downstairs, the escort website still opened. He glanced at it once, twice, just to shut the lid of the laptop. He would not pay someone to be his date, not that he could afford getting an escort anyways.
The next day, Octavia came home and slipped him a piece of paper. "That's Miss Griffin's number. I told her you would be interested in taking an interview with her, about her art and stuff. Call her. Befriend her, as soon as possible. And then please, please take her out to the dinner and take her toddler with you! I heard the teachers talking about the little girl, she seems like a real cutie!"
"O…-" he started, but his sister interrupted him. "No. Don't start. She is the best choice you have!"
He contemplated calling the art teacher for a few minutes. Then, in a spur of a moment, he typed in her number and pressed the green button on his phone.
"Griffin?" She sounded young. Pretty. Can someone sound pretty, Bellamy asked himself.
"Uhm… Hi. This is Bellamy Blake. Uh… Octavia Blake's brother? She is a student at Jaha High."
He heard something slam shut, then an angry Madi, stop that! and another crash that sounded like a breaking glass. "Sorry, sorry. I've been battling with my toddler for the past few hours. She is a thunderstorm today. Again."
"I know the feeling, Octavia was hard to restrain too. Heck, she still is." He said, grinning slightly. Then he remembered who he was talking to. "Anyways."
"Yeah. Well. Your sister said something about an interview? Are you a newspaper reporter or something?"
He coughed and pressed out a "Yeah."
"What are you writing about?" She sounded interested.
"Uhm… A thing. About teachers and art. At Jaha High." Those were the first things that came to his mind. And he felt dumb. So, so very dumb. He could punch himself in his face! Instead, he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Well, that sounds… promising." He knew that she didn't believe him much. He heard her shush a child, Madi, in the back again.
"Listen, Miss Griffin-"
She interrupted. "Call me Clarke."
"Alright, Clarke. Well, here's the thing. I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a daughter, so I could leave early to pick her up from day care, take her to doctors' appointments and occasionally miss a day when she's sick. Long story short: I 'm in too deep. I didn't think it through. The problem now is that I need a wife and kid to some fancy work party thing next Friday. So, I am kinda… looking to rent a wife and kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a girl, age 2-4 with curley brown hair who loves to paint the walls of my house with every available color. Must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made and showed around to some colleagues seem a little advance for someone that age. She also needs to respond to 'My little Picasso' as that's what my wife and I call her. I mean, what the pretended wife and I call her. I… You don't have to partake in the fancy dinner thing too, I just need your kid to go there with me for a few hours."
Shit. Bellamy thought. That sounded real creepy.
Then, he heard a small mama in the back and a Soon, baby. Just one second. Then, Miss Griffin- Clarke- was back. "I'm in, under one condition."
"Anything."
"You'll come with me to my ex's wedding."
Bellamy swallowed. He did not expect that. He expected money or something. But not this.
"Mr Blake? Are you still there?"
"It's Bellamy. Yeah. Uhm… Sure." He agreed. "Should we… I dunno. Meet or something?"
He heard Clarke laugh on the other end of the line. "Sure. Let's say… Tomorrow at 12? Are you free then? We could… I don't know. Drink a coffee or something? There's a small, cozy coffee shop near the school where I always go during my breaks."
"That sounds great. Text me the address and I'll be there tomorrow."
They said their goodbyes to each other and then the line went dead. "What did just happen?" He asked himself and leaned back into the couch. Octavia appeared around the corner. "Well? How did it go? Did you get yourself an interview person?"
He rolled his eyes. "We're meeting for coffee tomorrow."
Octavia shrieked and threw her arms around his neck. "This is so great! This is great stuff for a romance novel. Just imagine what we would earn if you wrote a novel about this! Sooo cool!"
"Uhm… Do you... know anything about Clarke? I mean, Miss Griffin?"
She rolled her eyes but still couldn't wipe the grin from her face. "She's pretty. Blond, long hair, kinda smallish, blue eyes. She's very artistic, I mean she has to be as an art teacher. And the others are always saying that she's very open to what you do in art class, as long as you put some effort in the project instead of just sitting there and waiting for the time to pass. I think her second subject is English Literature or something. Maybe she can talk to you about all that stuff you have in your library?! Gosh, you'll make such a great couple!"
"Breathe, O." he grinned back at her, somehow feeling great inside. "Let's see how tomorrow goes. Maybe I'm not her type?"
"Please. As if you wouldn't. Teachers often like other teachers or people that look like teachers. With your glasses, your charm and your good looks you'll definitely spark her interest! Wear the glasses, promise me?!"
"Alright. Sure. Now, it's late! Go to bed and let me think about all the stuff I'll tell her tomorrow!"
When his sister was gone, he grinned to himself. Seems like he got himself a possible family. Let's just hope Clarke and her daughter are great, he thought to himself.
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