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Clarke woke slowly, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of her alarm. She rolled over, hitting the snooze with more force than necessary before rolling out of bed. Her eyes were gritty and her mouth tasted gross, and then all of the sudden her world was tilting.

She threw a hand over her lips and ran for the ensuite master bath. She ignored Bellamy singing in the shower, sinking to her knees as she retched into the cavernous commode.

She didn't even hear the shower cut off, but in the next instant her husband stood beside her, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. One of his hands held her hair away from her face, while the other tenderly massaged her neck.

When she'd finished, Clarke found herself pulled gently to her feet and a washrag placed in her hand. She used the cold, wet cloth to wipe her face and mouth, relishing in the refreshing coolness against her heated skin.

She opened her eyes to find her husband, eyes wide with worry.

"I'm fine, Bell", she said as she moved to brush passed him.

Instead, her body tilted and she would have crashed to the hard tile floor if it weren't for Bellamy's quick reflexes.

"Princess", he cried as he quickly caught her up in his arms, carrying her back to their bed.

"Put me down, Bellamy Blake", Clarke protested weakly.

"No can do, sweetheart", her husband replied, "Not until your back in bed."

Clarke glared at him as he gently placed her on their comfy mattress, tucking her in and adjusting her pillows before standing back to admire his work.

"You're not going to work today", he said firmly.

"Yes, I…"

"Clarke, I can't be distracted today. I've got to testify at Cage Wilson's court hearing, and I can't be worrying about you while I'm on the witness stand", Bellamy said seriously.

The blonde sighed; she knew that this was a big day for her husband. He'd chased that psychopath for two years and now he had the chance to see him put away for life.

"Fine, I'll stay home", she acquiesced.

"Good girl", Bellamy hummed as he bent to kiss her forehead.

She watched as he walked out of the room, black towel slung low on his hips and his phone in hand. She could hear him speaking, probably calling Octavia or Monty to come and keep an eye on her.

She closed her eyes, willing the room to stop its spinning. Clarke listened for his light footsteps, graceful as one of the panthers at the zoo. For a man so undeniably masculine, Bellamy moved with a grace few women possessed. Granted it was a different kind of grace, but beautiful to behold all the same.

Her eyes flew open with the mattress dipped, her gaze taking in her husband now clad in a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"I called O. She'll be here before I leave for work."

"Bellamy, I'm fine. It's probably just a bug or something", Clarke protested.

"No, I'm not doing this Clarke. If you care about me at all, you'll agree to this. If not I'll be wanting to run home every five minutes and judges don't really take kindly to that."

Clarke sighed, knowing he had her over a barrel. She did love her husband, and she didn't want him to worry, and she certainly didn't want to distract him.

"Alright, I'll call…"

"Already done, Principal Denning knows you won't be in today and your classes have been covered", Bellamy interrupted.

The blonde shook her head, sinking back against her pillows and closing her eyes.

"Thanks, babe", she whispered.

"Anything for you, Princess", Bellamy replied as he softly kissed her forehead.

Clarke listened as he got ready for his day, the sounds of his routine lulling her into a very relaxed state. She could hear him as he hummed while he brushed his teeth, the running water as he shaved, the whoosh of his moose as he tamed his curls.

The smell of his aftershave and cologne wafted into the bedroom, and suddenly Clarke's stomach rolled. She jumped up; rushing passed him to once again loose the contents of her stomach.

Her husband once again held her hair back, rubbing her shoulders, and then steadying her when she would have collapsed. When she was finished, Bellamy flushed the toilet and helped her back to bed.

His face was pale, and his dark eyes fearful when he spoke, "Princess, you've got to go to the doctor. Promise me you'll go."

Clarke nodded as she slid beneath the sheets, sighing as his lips grazed hers.

"I taste bad", she grumbled.

"You taste like heaven", Bellamy answered, his hand combing through her curls, "You're like water in the desert, sweet and lifesaving."

"Always the poet."

"That's what you do to me, Princess, bring out the romantic in me", Bellamy chuckled.

Clarke's eyes opened, her hazy blue gaze fixing on his beloved features.

"I love you, Bell", she whispered.

"I love you too, Princess."

Clarke felt him place a gentle kiss on her jawline and then he was off to rummage in their closet. She watched him as he dressed in dark slacks, a white shirt, red tie, and a dark sports coat.

After he'd finished, he sat down on the bed, taking her hand in his own. His thumb brushed over her knuckles causing goose bumps to appear on her arms.

When O finally arrived, that's the way she found them, Bellamy watching Clarke sleep. He looked up at her as she entered the room, worry creasing his brow and his dark eyes fearful.

"Hey", she said softly, "Don't worry, I'll take care of her."

"Call Miller if anything happens, he'll be able to get a hold of me", Bellamy said as he stood.

Octavia smiled at his hesitancy to drop Clarke's hand. His fingers disentangling from his wife's as he slowly got to his feet. He leaned down, placing a kiss on Clarke's forehead and then gave O a hug.

"I'll keep a close eye on her, and if I feel that she needs you then I will call Miller in a heartbeat."

She watched as he nodded, one dark curl falling across his forehead. He left, stopping in the doorway to stare at his sleeping wife. Then he was gone, his black truck pulling out of the drive moments later.

Clarke opened one eye to find Octavia sitting in one of the brocade chairs positioned off to the side in the large master bedroom.

"Hey, sleepy head", she called softly, "How do you feel?"

"Tired", Clarke mumbled.

"You know you've got your husband scared half to death", O said quietly.

Clarke groaned, "I know."

"When are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know how. What if he's not ready? You know how he is, he'll freak out. You're dad not being in the picture really messed him up, and we've talked about kids. He just shuts down every time I bring it up."

"He's scared", Octavia said, "Just tell him, sweetie, I guarantee he'll be thrilled."

"But what if he isn't? What do I do", Clarke said, tears welling in her deep blue eyes.

Octavia moved to sit on the bed, taking her friend's hands in her own.

"He's going to be happy, Clarke, because he loves you. Yeah, he'll freak out and won't let you out of his sight, but he'll be happy."

"I'm scared, O. I can't lose him", Clarke said, her tears streaming down her cheeks to drip off her chin.

"You're not going to lose him over this. He won't just leave you", Octavia said, slight annoyance seeping into her voice.

Clarke knew her sister-in-law was right, but she was still terrified. Call it hormones, but for some reason everything was blown way out of proportion in her head and jumbled in her heart.

Suddenly it all became too much, she was up and hugging the toilet before O could even move from her place on the bed. She wiped her mouth, flushed, and came back to lie down.

She was exhausted, and so tired of hiding this from him.

"Fine, I'll tell him when he gets home", the blonde conceded.

"Good", O said triumphantly.

Clarke lay in bed all day, worry niggling at the back of her mind. All of the men in her life had left her. Her father had died, Wells had died, and Finn… Well, he'd betrayed her.

How could she really be sure that Bellamy wouldn't do the same? Sure, he was Bellamy, sturdy and dependable, but right now she couldn't think straight and she was scared.

Afternoon rolled around, and the blonde had worked herself into a fine mess. Octavia had never seen her like this. She was either silent or her noisy sobs echoed throughout the quiet house.

So, when Bellamy called around two Octavia knew it was time to end their suffering. She answered her phone; her brother's worry coming through loud and clear.

"How is she", he asked.

At that moment, Clarke began to sob once more and Octavia found herself shaking her head.

"She needs you Bell", O said quietly.

She heard his quick intake of breath, "I've testified, so I'm coming home."

Turns out Bellamy Blake was a speed demon because he made a thirty-minute drive in eighteen. He came rushing into the house, up the stairs, and into his master bedroom.

There he found his wife in tears, and his sister standing a few short feet away. He came forward, taking Clarke in his arms and giving his sister a glare that should have singed her eyebrows.

"What did you say", he asked.

"Bellamy Blake, don't you dare pin this on me! If it's anyone's fault, it's yours", O said angrily.

"Me, what did I do", he asked in confusion, his hands rubbing soothing circles on his wife's back.

"Oh, Bell! You are so clueless! Even Lincoln…"

Before Octavia could get another word out, Clarke's tears stopped immediately, replaced by indignation.

"Stop right there, Octavia. Bellamy is a fine husband, and a great man! You love Lincoln, that's great, but my husband is perfect just the way he is and I won't have anyone say any differently."

Bellamy stared at his wife, confused as to why she would shift from tears to spewing heated words at his first bewildered, and now smirking, sister.

"My deepest apologies, Clarke", O said with a chuckle, "I think I'm going to head home to my very imperfect husband."

As soon as his sister was gone, Clarke began to sob again.

"I don't know what came over me", she hiccupped, "I was so hateful! How could I say those things?"

Bellamy took her once more in his arms, rocking back and forth as he spoke quietly, "You don't feel well. Everyone's entitled to being grumpy when they're sick."

Bellamy felt Clarke stiffen, and then she began to wail anew.

"I'm not sick", she sobbed.

"Then what's the matter? What did the doctor say", Bellamy asked frantically.

"I'm afraid", Clarke said softly.

This had Bellamy's stomach in knots and he was pretty sure if his wife didn't start making sense soon, then he was going to be the one throwing up.

"Whatever it is, Princess, I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be right here", he said, framing her face with his hands.

"I'm pregnant", she gushed, her eyes widening at her own declaration.

They both sat in stunned silence before Bellamy's lips began to curve into a bright smile, and then he was laughing. The sound echoed off the walls, warming Clarke's heart and chasing away her fear.

"Really", he asked with childish glee.

"Really", she smiled.

Then his lips captured hers in a searing kiss she felt all the way down to her toes. Bellamy pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers.

"I'm going to be a father", he whispered.

"Yes", Clarke confirmed.

She watched as fear flickered in his dark eyes, "I don't know how."

"Bell, you raised O and she turned out great! You're going to be a great father, and anyone who says otherwise will answer to me", she growled.

They both fell silent, heat radiating between them. Then Bellamy's smile returned, his eyes sparkling with joy.

"We're going to be parents", he said in awe.

"That we are, Mr. Blake", Clarke grinned, his smile infectious.

"I don't deserve you, Princess", Bellamy said softly.

Suddenly, Clarke's soft azure gaze turned to ice and her hands moved to frame his face.

"Never say that Bellamy Blake. You and I, we belong together. We need each other, I need you the same way the earth needs the sun. Without you, my life would be a cold barren wasteland. There will never come a day when I don't yearn for your touch, that my heart doesn't skip a beat at the sight of you, or that your soft whisperings don't send a shiver down my spine. I love you, Bellamy Blake, never ever doubt that."

Bellamy pulled her close, a calm settling over him. Clarke knew him better than anyone else; she always knew exactly what to say to ease his fears.

"I love you, Princess", he whispered softly.

"I love you too, Bell."

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