Finn had answered immediately once Clarke finally called him. "Clarke, what is it? What's wrong?"

Clarke glanced up at Bellamy. He nodded. 'Go on,' he mouthed, not wanting Spacewalker to know he was listening in.

"Baby?" Bellamy cringed at the nickname Finn said.

"That," Clarke cleared her throat, "that's what I wanted to call you about."

"What's going on, Princess?"

Bellamy gritted his teeth together. He had just started getting used to calling Clarke that again without thinking of him souring it up. He hated the fact that the nickname he'd given her had been stolen, just like his girl had.

"I'm…I'm pregnant."

All Bellamy could hear was the sound of Clarke's breathing; he hadn't even realized he wasn't breathing until Finn spoke.

"W-what? A-are you sure it's mine?"

Clarke squeaked. "Of course! Who else would there have been?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that roommate of yours that wants to screw you all the time."

Bellamy cursed under his breath. Damn him.

"No, Bellamy, he's," Clarke glanced at him. "Bellamy's just a friend. There's been no one else since you."

"Oh. So, uh, what are you going to do?"

"I'm keeping it. Bellamy's going to help me." She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

Finn scoffed. "You're going to let some other guy take care of our kid? Clarke, move in with me like we were planning. We can raise this baby together."

Bellamy felt fire in his skin where Clarke was still gripping his hand. He pulled away from her, causing her to look at him with alarm. Why did he feel betrayed all of a sudden?

"No, Finn," Clarke said, turning back to the conversation, but still keeping a careful watch on the man beside her. "We aren't getting back together. We aren't moving in together. You can be in the baby's life, but I am raising this baby."

Aside from the hurt that was running through Bellamy's veins, he couldn't help but be proud for his princess. She was starting to sound like her old self again.

"Come on, babe—"

"No. Just because I'm having your baby, this doesn't mean we're getting back together. You were dating someone else when you asked me out. You never told either of us about the other. And you tried to reason with us after we found out. Finn, you're a dick. And I'm hoping that our kid is nothing like you." Clarke's finger hit 'end' before Finn could get another word out. She looked at Bellamy who was still had shock etched into his freckles. "Are you okay?"

It took Bellamy a minute to find his voice. "Are—were you really talking about moving out?"

Clarke sighed. "We talked about it, yes. But I wasn't seriously thinking about it yet." The corner of her mouth tipped up. "Besides," she scooted closer to Bellamy to lay her head on his shoulder and wrap her arm around his waist. "Our apartment is a lot bigger than his. It'll be easier raising a kid here."

Bellamy dropped his head on hers, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. "I'm glad you're not moving out."

"Me too."