"Clarke no, she can't go out yet!" Bellamy is livid, looking back at Clarke with a shocked expression as he picks the five month old from the ground leaving the little rattling toy Wick and Raven had given to Aurora behind. The baby tilts her head to the ground, squirming in her father's arms as she reaches for the toy with no misgivings about the distance between her and the floor, her glimmering eyes dead set on the little plaything. Aurora frowns, her little fist shaking at the ground as she pouts, "Da!"

Bellamy, with his eyes still locked on Clarke is too preoccupied by her suggestion to realize, so Clarke sighs and retrieved the toy handing it to the whimpering child. Aurora's face lights up immediately as she squeals and shakes the toy, blowing bubbles as she trills with laughter. Clarke smiles at the sight of her daughter, gently running her thumb along the baby's cheek as she traces the constellations written in her splattered freckles. "Bellamy, all I'm saying is we take her out into the woods to see the trees, and the flowers and the birds. I'm not asking you to take her to war."

Bellamy's frown persists, "Clarke it's dangerous out there, you know as well as I do that there are still things we don't know about the woods, or the rogue grounder groups, or even the Mountain Men still. I don't want to put her in any danger, she's still just a baby!"

He starts his tirade aimed at Clarke, but his eyes drift down to Aurora, until the last thing he says is directed at her, his voice soft and gentle, almost fearful as he whispers "She's still just a baby." and plants a kiss in her soft dark curls.

Clarke watches Bellamy's agitation and simply leans over to kiss his cheek in reassurance. He has taken to being a doting, excellent father, his guarded facade letting up whenever Aurora smiles or laughs. "You take her out all the time when you are running the camp" Clarke whispers in his ear, one hand running along the tension lines in Bellamy's back, the other on the baby's feet as she subconsciously counts the toes on her daughters foot. She smiles a the memory of Bellamy standing stiffly as he shouts orders at the 100 while at simultaneously cradling Aurora in his arms and entertaining her, his commanding stance melting under her gaze.

"That's only in the camp." He counters, "I can keep things under control here, I can keep her safe."

Clarke moves her and up to his neck as she gently massages the scars on his neck, a painful reminder of his time spent in Mount Weather. "I know Bellamy, I know it seems scary, or too soon, but do you remember what it was like when we got here, up until then I had only dreamed of a place like this, every night I would close my eyes and see trees towering overhead, water reflecting the warm sunlight that would cascade over me, warming my cheeks as I looked to a sky brighter than any lightbulb; only I would wake up every morning in the same gray cell, decorated with drawings that would never match the vision in my head. Don't you want her to know this place, to have more than we ever did? Think of Octavia, only dreaming of a place beyond the floorboards. We have a chance to give our daughter a gift beyond the unknown,to write a new path, and I promise Bellamy, together we have the ability to keep her safe, nothing bad will ever happen to her, I know that because of what an excellent father you have become.

Bellamy looks at her, warmth written in his loving gaze as he scans Clarke's radiant face, "I don't know Clarke how can we know if we are doing what's best for her." He glances down at Aurora, as he cups her hands in his free hand, the tiny fingers seeming so small in his.

Clarke cups her hand around Bellamy's as she whispers, "When she looks up at you I guarantee she sees the Sun, you are her whole world, she adores you."

Bellamy chuckles as he concedes, laying a soft kiss on Clarke's cheek, "Ok Princess, I trust you." Looking back at his daughter, Clarke hears his voice rise a full octave as he says, "Ready to go on an adventure baby girl?" As they exit through the doors, sunlight filtering in their wake, their combined laughter fills the morning air, light glimmering off the metallic surface of the toy left on the floor.

They arrive in a clearing and Clarke sets the baby on the moss covered ground as Aurora pats the spongy soft lichen under her feet. Her head tilts to the sky as her clear blue eyes fill with wonder as they reflect the enormous leafy canopy overhead. Bellamy, afraid she will loose her balance and fall over and hit her head on a rock, slides in behind her, his hand hovering between the baby and the forest floor.

Clarke sits down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder and crossing her legs, she points to the tree in front of them, its curved trunk seeming to arch strangely, making it seem different, almost older than the surrounding uniform trees. "Bellamy, look." She whispers in awe.

Nestled in the branches two long eared squirrels balance on the intricate wooden knots in the bark as they fly through the canopy gently touching for a heartbeat only to hurry away as they twitch from branch to branch.

Aurora squeals as her eyes follow the sweet looking animals through the trees, bouncing up and down as they, to her delight, continually shake leaves from the branches to fall on their heads.

Bellamy pulls a broad leaf from Clarke's long hair, his fingers lingering on the soft locks glowing golden in the morning light.

"You are my sun, Princess" He chuckles.

Clarke laughs, "What?"

"You said when she looks at me, she sees the sun, well when I look at you Princess, you are my sun." He says warmly

Clarke smiles widely, her face alight with a dazzling happiness as she kisses him gently on the lips, then the nose, then his dimpled cheeks.