Ok, all of this started as a one shot and then I got stumped and decided it would make a better story anyway, so here's the next chapter. Don't expect updates to always be this close together, I'm busy as fuck.
Any extended text in italics is a flashback, good? Good.
Clarke was sitting on a bench at the beach, drunk out of her mind.
Raven came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Clarke?"
"He's leafing."
"What?"
All she'd said when she called Raven was that she was drunk at the beach, then she hung up.
"Bellamy. He's joining...something. Army? I dunno, forgot."
"Ok, well, he'll be fine, you know that."
"Yeah, I know. But he ges to leave."
"You didn't tell him?"
"Nah, he was so happy."
"And that's why you're here?"
"Noop. I'm here b-be-be-because," She stumbled over her words, "He broke up wif me."
"What?" That shocked Raven. They were Bellamy and Clarke, Clarke and Bellamy, the couple to end all couples. The eternal power couple. The couple that made everyone jealous.
"Yup. Doesn't want to hol me back or someting. I dunno, I stop listenin'."
Raven put her arm around her friend's waist and helped her up, pulling the girl towards her car.
"How'd you even get here?" The older girl asked, but she didn't get an answer. Her friend was too busy, disentangling herself to throw up into the trash can.
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Clarke thinks about her break up with Bellamy on the way back to her childhood home. She pulls up to the large farmhouse, finding most the lights still on. She heaves a sigh, shutting off her car before going inside.
Walking into the living room she finds Roan sitting in the middle of her sectional with a son asleep on each side of him.
She met him a year after Bellamy left. It wasn't the best relationship she's ever had, but it wasn't the worst.
They were fuckbuddies for a while, she was still hung up on Bellamy leaving and he was willing. Then he wanted to get to know her so they became friends with benefits, it was healthier for her mindset but still not great. That turned into dating and after a year and a half she ended up pregnant.
It remains one of her funniest stories, the day she told him she was pregnant.
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She had called him earlier that morning, but now she was panicking. She was going to tell him that she was pregnant. That should make anyone panic.
"Clarke?" He called from the front door.
"In here!" She yelled from her living room, where she was pacing and chewing on her fingernails.
"What's up?" He asked, giving her a quick peck on the lips before looking her over, looking for any signs of physical harm.
"Um, I...You...Okay, you need to sit." She pushed him down by his shoulders, he smirked at her.
"Okay, now will you tell me why you're panicking?"
"I'm not panicking," She lies defensively.
He stands up and grabs her hands, pulling the one away from her mouth.
"One more time, but believable."
She lets out a sigh.
"Okay, sit."
Roan rolls his eyes, but keeps the smile on his face and sit down again.
"Ok, I'm going to start this with me explicitly telling you that no matter what your mother says this isn't for money of any kind-"
"Clarke-"
"Please don't interrupt or I'll never get through this." She proceeds to ramble on for around 15 minutes before he interrupts again.
"Clarke, you haven't told me anything, is there an actual point to this?"
That's all it takes for her to break down into tears.
He rushes to her, hugging her close to him.
"Clarke, I-"
"I'm pregnant."
It makes him freeze.
He sits there for a good five minutes before he just gets up and walks out of the house. That makes her sob more than anything.
Clarke began to cry, filled with hormones and disappointment.
She wasn't crying for more than twenty minutes before he came back in the door, got down on one knee and proposed.
It stops her crying, that's for sure.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"The right thing."
That makes her laugh.
"Why are you laughing?"
She pulls him up.
"I'm not marrying you."
"Clarke-" He sounds annoyed.
"I'm not getting married because I'm pregnant."
He stays quiet for a minute.
"Is it because of the military guy?"
That makes her smile falter, but not disappear.
"No. I want to get married because I'm in love with the person, not because I accidentally ended up pregnant."
He sighs, not really believing her, before another thought occurs to him.
"You can't take them away." He speaks in a menacing tone.
"What?"
"That's my kid, I have rights."
"What the hell are you talking about?! I never said you didn't!"
"You can't take my kid away Clarke! I'll-"
"Oh my god, what the fuck are you talking about!? I never wanted to! Just because I don't want to marry you because you got me pregnant does not mean I'm taking away your parental rights! You're this kid's father, no matter what! You're their dad no matter if we're together or not!"
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"Hey," He brings her out of her memories.
"Hey. Why are they not in bed?"
"They wanted to stay up late, fell asleep on me at their bedtimes anyway."
"You're the reason why I'm the mean mom."
"Yeah, sure. That's why." He's smiling at her.
She rolls her eyes. "Can you put them in their beds?"
"Of course." He picks both boys up without a problem, carrying them upstairs.
She takes his place. Turning off the tv, leaning back, and closing her eyes.
"So...Blake's back." He starts the conversation she'd dreading.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"How are you?"
She lets out a deep breath, "I don't know."
"You do."
"Not really, no. I feel anxious and excited and mad and let down and everything all at once, it's really quite overwhelming."
"But you're happy he's back." It's not a question.
"I don't know."
"You're going to see him tonight."
"Mostly because I want a drink and-"
"You wanted to see him. Clarke, it's not a crime, we haven't been together for three years. It's okay."
"But it's not. It's been almost eight years, I don't want to be that girl. I don't want to be the girl who's hung up on her high school boyfriend after all these years. I want to be over him."
"That implies that you're not. That you never were."
She sighs. "See, this is why I didn't want to talk about it."
"What? I'm just-"
"You're being you. You're implying that I wasn't fully committed to our relationship or something like that."
"I'm not saying anything like that."
She looks at him, his eyes confirm everything she said.
"I'm going to get a bunch of drinks now, I assume you can watch your kids perfectly fine?"
"You know I can."
"Yeah, I know." She gives him a kiss on the cheek before walking out the front door.
"Have fun."
"I probably won't."