"Follow me, Clarke and we will go see your friends." I silently obeyed, for I was still processing his news. I couldn't believe I was pregnant. The only person that I had slept with I the past 3 months was… Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. The father of my baby was… "Clarke!" Tears welled up in my eyes and I dropped to my knees. "Bellamy?" I cried. "It's me princess. It's me." I sat there sobbing, encased in his arms. I don't know how long we sat there but by the time my tears were dried everyone had left. When he pulled away I instantly smashed my lips into his. "I thought you were dead." He then gave me his dumbass cocky smile. "Did you ever think I would leave my princess alone?" We both laughed at that. Then we just sat there bathing in each other's warmth, until finally my thoughts overwhelmed the silence. " Bell," I said quietly," there is something that I have to tell you." This time when he smiled it was a gentle smile that had a certain sweetness to it. "You can tell me anything, Princess." Not being able to bring myself to say the words I took his hand and laid it on my abdomen where the baby was. It took him a minute but then he looked up at me realization written all across his face, along with a ear to ear grin. "Yours," he said, "I mean mine?" I let out a little giggle, laid a gentle kiss on his lips and said, "Ours."