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Chapter 1

It wasn't often that Bellamy picked up his son from daycare. Working the late shift usually meant twelve hours, seven to seven, and he spent most of his day sleeping. However on his days off, he would try to pick up his son whenever he wasn't catching up on his sleep. Today wasn't his day off when his cell phone ringing on his coffee table woke him from his nap. Groaning, Bellamy flung out his arm, blindly searching for the device, sliding his finger across the screen to answer the call with his eyes closed.

"What?" his voice came out as a growl. He was expecting either his partner or sister to be on the other end of the phone. He wasn't expecting the soft voice that replied.

"Is this Mister Blake? I'm Clarke Griffin, the teacher at Little Grounders Daycare. I'm calling to find out when you were planning on picking up Auggie today?" Bellamy's eyes opened at her words, forcing himself into a sitting position and pushing himself to his feet.

"I'm sorry what do you mean? My sister was supposed to pick him up today," Bellamy spoke in a rush, reaching for the first shirt he saw which happened to be his black undershirt from the night before.

"I was under the impression that you were the one who picked him up on Wednesdays and Thursdays," her voice held a note of confusion, and Bellamy couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips.

"I do, I must have over slept. I'll be there in a few minutes," he answered, ending the call as he reached for his car keys and shoved his phone into his back pocket and closing his front door behind him.

Clarke happened to be rather young to be a teacher, was Bellamy's first thought as he stepped out of his new truck, his chocolate brown eyes finding his son on the swings in front of the Daycare. Clarke was about average in height, most likely reaching around five feet and five inches. Her hair was golden blonde and reaching her waist as it hung loosely down her back. A white tank top clung to her torso like a second skin and a pair of dark wash jeans that fit snuggly on her curvy hips. She certainly wasn't what he was expecting for his son's teacher. When he usually picked up Auggie, he dealt with the teacher's aid, a scrawny Asian man who looked a few years younger than Clarke. Bellamy paused just on the side walk, taking in his son's wide smile as Clarke ran under his swing, a bright smile dancing on her lips.

Bellamy didn't realize just how tense he was until he finally saw his son. He felt his shoulders drop as he relaxed, slowly sauntering up the walk way towards the small playground with a lazy smile one his lips.

"Daddy!" Auggie's shout drew Clarke's attention to where Bellamy was standing just at the gate, and slowly her ice blue eyes took him in, never actually meeting the bright boy's father before. He was tall, close to six feet three inches from what she could see. A black wife beater stretched tautly across his wide chest and old worn jeans hung loosely on his narrow hips. Dark wild curls fell across his forehead and his chocolate colored eyes were bright at the sight of his son. Clarke's eyes dropped to his arms, noting just how big his biceps were and the sleeve of tattoos that decorated one arm.

"Mister Blake?" Clarke's voice was soft as she helped Auggie from the swings, standing in front of him slightly as if to protect him in case it wasn't his father. Bellamy couldn't help but appreciate the way the young teacher reacted at the sight of him.

"Bellamy, please. Hey Little Man, you ready to hit the road?" Bellamy questioned, offering the teacher a slight smile, just the twitch of his lips really before focusing his attention on his son who was grinning widely and nodding his head to his father's question. Clarke's lips pulled down in a frown slightly before glancing down at the boy who was standing behind her.

"Can I speak with you for a moment, Bellamy? Auggie why don't you try the slide now?" Clarke requested before making the suggestion to the little boy beside her. Bellamy frowned but waited for his son to run towards the slide, focusing his attention on the smaller woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I over slept today and I thought I had talked it over with my sister about picking him up today. I can assure you, it won't happen again," Bellamy spoke before she had a chance to, watching as she pressed her lips closed and narrowed her blue eyes at his words.

"I hope not," was all she said before turning away from him and opening the gate. Auggie came rushing back, jumping into his father's waiting arms. Bellamy couldn't fight the grin that stretched his lips as he turned away from the teacher in time to see a motorcycle pull up to the curb.

Bellamy glanced over his shoulder to see Clark close the gate before looking up, a small smile dancing on her lips as she shook her head. Bellamy closed his eyes for a moment as he made his way towards his truck before opening them in time to see the rider of the motorcycle lift his helmet. The other man had to be close to his height, maybe a couple of inches taller, with a close shaved head and milk chocolate colored skin riddled with tattoos that were peaking out from under the collar and sleeves of the simply dark gray shirt he was wearing that was pulled tight across his own chest and arms. Bellamy shook his head, knowing he had no right to feel jealous over whoever his son's teacher was seeing. He had just reached his truck when Clarke reached the curb, greeting the man with a hug, rising on her tip toes to do so before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You're early big brother," he over heard her greet him before his shoulders dropped of the tension that had built there in the few seconds. He felt Auggie nuzzle against his shoulder, reminding him just where he was before he was able to open the back door of the cab and set his son in his booster seat.

"Some one has to make sure you get home safely," the man replied as Bellamy closed the door, glancing towards the two and meeting Clarke's eyes for a moment and offering her a nod. She returned it with a small smile before focusing her attention on her brother once again.

"This neighborhood is safe Lincoln, just because you're over protective and think I need you to look after me doesn't take from the fact that I opened this school in a very good, very safe neighborhood," Clarke informed him as she took a step back, craning her beck backwards in order to narrow her eyes at her brother. Bellamy shook his head, rounding his truck and pulling himself into the driver's seat before turning the engine of his truck over and glancing in his rear view mirror to check his son. Auggie was a smaller version of Bellamy, looking exactly like he did at that age. His dark curls fell into his amber colored eyes and his olive skin had a smattering of freckles.

"Did you have a good day?" Bellamy finally questioned, a soft smile playing on his lips and he turned his truck in the direction of their house, pushing all thoughts of his son's attractive teacher from his mind. Auggie turned his attention to his father, a bright grin stretching across his lips as he nodded his head.

"Yeah! Miss Clarke is making all of us do a project this week. And mine is almost done! I can't wait to show you Daddy," Auggie couldn't contain his excitement and Bellamy could only chuckle as he turned onto the street his sister lived on, knowing Auggie was going to pout when he left for work tonight.

"So, you're going to spend the night with Auntie O Little Man. Uncle Miller and I got a new shift tonight," Bellamy explained as he settled his truck into park before shutting off the engine and twisting in his seat to watch as his son's expression fell.

"But I thought today you didn't have to protect everyone," his voice sounded so small and Bellamy hated that he was the one causing his son to be upset. He exhaled a breath, closing his eyes as he thought over the best way to explain it.

"I know, but Uncle Miller and I can't take the day off today. We have to go to work tonight," Bellamy answered, watching as his son slowly nodded his head in understanding before turning his attention back to the window as he waited for his father to let him out of the truck. Bellamy ran his long fingers through his wild mass of unruly curls before unbuckling his own seat belt and forcing the door open. He rounded the side of the truck, opening the door for his son who jumped down and walked past him towards the sidewalk where he waited as Bellamy shut the door before turning his attention to his son.

"Auggie, I don't want to go to work, but I have to," he spoke up after a moment of silence, knowing his son understood that but at the same time wishing he could spend the rest of his night curled on the couch and watching cartoons with his son.

"Hey Little Man! Are you ready to spend some time with your Auntie O?" Octavia greeted them as Bellamy led them both up the five flights of stairs to his sister's apartment. Auggie's expression didn't brighten at the sight of his favorite Aunt, and Bellamy could feel a crushing weight on his shoulders as he slowly walked into the apartment.

"Hey, don't I get a hug?" he questioned before his son was to far in the apartment to say good bye.

"Bye Daddy, stay safe," he whispered as he turned around and ran back towards his father's open arms. Bellamy had dropped into a crouch as soon as Auggie turned back around, and he could only run his hand over the back of his son's head as he closed his eyes for a moment.

"I promise I'll be the one to take you to daycare in the morning. I'm getting off earlier today than I usually would," Bellamy whispered before pressing a kiss to Auggie's forehead and allowing him to step back over the threshold of Octavia's apartment.

"Why are you getting called in tonight?" O kept her voice low as she questioned her brother, hazel green eyes narrowed to slits. Bellamy could only shrug, exhaling a breath as he ran his fingers through his curls and turning to face the stairwell of the apartment building.

"I'm not entirely sure this time around. If it's anything dangerous I'll let you know. I'll call on my break. I should get off around four, I'll see you later O," Bellamy replied as best he could before pulling his sister into a hug and kissing her forehead before leaving so he could get ready for a long shift where he was missing his son.

A/N: The latest Project! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please let me know what you thought!