Later that night, Clarke's a sobbing mess in Bellamy's tent. Trying her best to cover the sound of her cries, clamping her hand tightly over her mouth.

She's doesn't know how long she's like that before her wails turn into silent sobs.

She's trying her best to stop crying when Bellamy comes back from hunting, but when she meets his questioning gaze her lip rolls, and she's crying again. He looks bewildered at first (Clarke doesn't blame him, he wasn't here to witness her and Abby's argument), but he's quick to crouch by her side, his hands hovering as he debates whether he should touch her.

But he doesn't have to decide, because Clarke practically crawls into his lap, one hand on the back of his neck and the other gripping his shirt as she cries into his shoulder.

"Christ, Clarke-" Bellamy mumbles, unconsciously stroking his hand over her hair. "What the fuck happened?"

Clarke sniffles, pulling her face away from his shoulder to look up at him. "My mother wanted me to abort the baby." she spits, wiping at her eyes as her tears finally begin to subside. "And- and I- I freaked. I was so mean to her." she shakes her head, frown deepening. "She only wants what's best for me; and I become the biggest bitch when she tries to be my mom."

Bellamy frowns at her words, the hand that was stroking her hair moving to her back to pull her closer to him. "That doesn't make you a bitch, Clarke." he soothes, resting his head on top of hers. "It was instinct- She said something that made you feel like your baby's life was threatened, and you reacted. I'm pretty sure you were just doing what a mom does to protect her child." he says (and Clarke knows that he just pulled all of that out of his ass, but it's kinda true and she thinks it's really sweet.)

"I should've reacted differently." she stresses, pulling herself out of his embrace (and for a moment she misses the warmth his body supplied, but its such and odd thought that she decides to ignore it and the urge she has to climb back into his lap.) "I hurt her feelings."

"Didn't she hurt your feelings?"

"Yes, but-"

"Okay, you both hurt each others feelings. It's not like you love each other any less." he says, moving to stand up so he can stretch. "Stop worrying, so we can both get some sleep." he says firmly, slipping out of his shoes before he begins to undress.

Clarke averts her eyes, struggling to form words. As he slips out of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. Ah, jeez. She tries her best to look at anything but him. (Which was very difficult mind you. Bellamy Blake might be an asshole, but he was a hot one. Not that she'd ever let him know that.)

"What are you doing?" she questions as he climbs into bed and under the fur blanket that they would both have to share.

"Going to sleep; what the hell does it look like?" Bellamy questions, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Clarke. "Which, speaking of, you should be doing. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

"But-"

"C'mon, Princess." he smirks, a mischievous look appearing in his eye. "You've seen worse."

She sucks her cheeks in, in agitation. Toeing off her boots before she crawls into bed with Bellamy. "No touching."

"No promises." he laughs as she growls in frustration.

A/N:

So, sorry for my absence! I know this chapter is not very good and I apologize. But at least I gave you guys a much longer one! Eh? Better than a short one?

I promise in the upcoming chapters I will work on improving the quality of my writing the best I can.

I apologize for any mistakes in spelling and grammar, I do not have a beta.