She found out she was pregnant on a Thursday. She had a sneaking suspicion for a few weeks. She had all the signs, she was lethargic, her boobs were sore and she was achy. She could never fully rely on her period, it had always been erratic and never stuck to a schedule, much to her dismay.

Clarke was a horrible girlfriend and wanted to keep it a secret from Bellamy for as long as humanly possible. And apparently for her that was exactly 4 hours after finding out herself. Her had just made dinner for them (it was his day) and she was sitting on the opposite side of the kitchens island, watching him stir the bolognase sauce in his blue button down, his 'fancy' jeans and a tie-dyed apron that he insisted on wearing ever since he got a giant oil stain on his favourite work shirt because Clarke refused to cook the bacon for their caeser salad. His eyes were concentrating on the bubbling red sauce before she blurted out.

"Bellamy, I'm pregnant."

He keeps stirring for a few seconds before he stopped suddenly, almost dropping the wooden spoon into the sauce, frozen.

"What?"

"Bell, I'm pregnant. Around 6 weeks. I had a blood test at work to prove it."

They both stared at each other for a few more seconds before he almost leapt over the island to grab her face and kiss her passionately.

"Holy shit that is the best news I have ever heard."

They decided to tell everyone at the same time, that way their friends couldn't fight or gloat over who found out first. They sat them all down in the lounge room of their roomy townhouse and told them all. Octavia let out the loudest scream ever heard on the face of the earth before leaping onto Bellamy and pulling him into a bone crushing hug before falling to her knees in front of Clarke's non-existent belly and whispering,

"Hello little one, I'm your Aunt Octavia. And you're going to be spoilt fucking rotten."

Which was 100% true. Because every occasion they either saw any of their friends they always had something baby related, starting with socks and shoes to weird hybrid dog-dinosaur thing that Raven brings them when she's over for their bi-monthly dinners.

"Reyes, what the fuck is that monstrosity?"

"First of all, fuck you too Blake, second of all, its sick as. My godchild is not having any of those mass made toys. The only toys its gonna be playing with will be sculpted with my two bare hands."

"you work with metal Raven, the baby can't play with metal, you know that right?"

"Just stick it on a shelf until its old enough to play with! Jesus Clarke, excuses, excuses. Its like you don't love my home made gifts"

the first scan was a debacle. They made sure that none of their friends knew that date because they would all want to squish into the room to see the blob and Clarke would become claustrophobic and it would not end well at all. Clarke was lying on the stiff bed, while Bellamy was sitting down, chair pulled as close to Clarke's bed as humanly possible, with his leg juggling up and down. When the technician came in, she gave them a small smile before going into her job with ease.

When Clarke heard the heard beat for the first time she burst into tears. She looked over and Bellamy and his face was beaming up to her from his seat. The technician took measurements of the baby and printed off some images to give to them before leaving. They both stared at the photo in silent awe before bellamy said.

"Holy shit, that's our kid."

"Yeah, that's our kid."

Clarke woke up on a Sunday in the 15 week of her pregnancy to Bellamy laying on his stomach, with his face resting on her bare stomach, laying soft kisses and whispering to her belly.

"Bell, what are you doing?" Clarke said wearily, shifting slightly to stretch and rub the sleep out of her eyes before resting her hands on the top of Bellamy's head, tangling her fingers in his unkepted curls.

"Princess look, there's a bump! Its only just there but its there, you can kinda feel it too!"

He was beaming up at her like a child, his eye's illuminated by the soft glow of the morning sun. She laughed before her shimmied up her body to lay a sweet good morning kiss on her lips, getting up and going to have a shower. She closed her eyes before letting her hand wander onto her stomach, feeling the soft give of her belly, and smiling.

They found out they were having a girl at her next scan and Bellamy let out a sigh of relief, which made Clarke and the technician both huff out a laugh.

Clarke looked over at him "Why?" She said, laughing at him again.

"Look Clarke, I know girls. I raised Octavia. I'm a boy. Boys have filthy bodies and even filthier minds no way."

Clarke laughed again and squeeze Bellamy's hand. He kissed her hand before getting up and laying a kiss on her forehead, the sound of their daughter's heartbeat surrounding them.

At around 22 weeks it was impossible to hide the bump. It was summer time and sweltering and all Clarke wanted to wear was singlets and her cut off shorts but the rational side of her brain told her that they wouldn't fit and they would not look nice with her wonderful new elastic pant toppers that her mother got for her, so she always settled with flowing dresses, which made her look glowing, but she still didn't like it.

Her friends had started a betting pool for names (they all knew that Bellamy would try and push mythical names, he did name his sister Octavia, but they also knew that Bellamy was a sucker for Clarke which basically meant whatever name Clarke likes is the name their daughter is going to have.) The girls all went to Octavia and Lincoln's house for a girl's day in their pool while all the guys all gathered at Clarke and Bellamy's because they were they only ones with an air conditioner that wasn't older than them. All her friends fawned over her belly, caressing and touching and talking to Athena (the name of the week, but a hard no from Clarke) they tan on the pool chairs and then cool off in the pool, their big hats and sun glasses making them looks famous, which caused Octavia to cackle and take copious amounts of photos of them posing and posted them all on every social media Octavia is on.

They go inside to make cocktails, mocktails in Clarke's case and they bring the gigantic fan from the lounge room into the kitchen and follow it when it oscillates. They sit in the pleasant afternoon sun, sipping their drinks from fancy glasses with straws and umbrellas and laugh at each other as they watch the sun slowly set. The boys end up at Octavia's a little after 7, bringing pizza beer and soft drink for Clarke and Bellamy (Bellamy promised that while Clarke can't drink neither will he, which made her ugly cry and Bellamy laugh) they all sit in the lounge room and watch old episodes of The X-Files on their massive flat screen television.

Clarke fell asleep on Bellamy's shoulder at around 9, full of love for her friends and pizza. He lightly shook her awake so she could say goodbye and they walk to his car, holding hands. They drove the 15 minutes to their home Clarke's head lolling on the inside of the car door, the window open with wind blowing pleasantly though the car. Bellamy parked and let Clarke into their house and up the stairs over to the spare bedroom. Bellamy opens the door, a wide smile on his tan, freckled face.

The room was painted a soft yellow, with long, flowing curtains placed around the window on the right side of the room. There a daisies and cherry blossoms painted like vines on each wall, with a crib, shelves and a tallboy placed around the room, all coloured white. Clarke looks up at him through her watery lashes and slaps on the arm.

"I knew you were trying to get me out of the house!"

The both laugh and kiss in their daughters beautifully furnished room, Bellamy wiping the tears from underneath Clarke's eyes with the big pads of his thumb. He grabs her face, his eyes poring into hers and kisses her forehead.

"I love you so much."