Octavia buried her head in her hands "I'm going to kill him" she growled. Jasper chuckled "He's just doing what he always has" he reminded her. "It's getting old" she sighed "come on before he comes back in here." Jasper grinned and wrapped am arm around her waist "It's going to be okay" he told her " he'll settle down as soon as he realizes I'm not going to hurt you." They walked out into the living room "Sorry" Clarke grinned sheepishly at her. Octavia sighed "Its okay" she said. "Knock much?" Octavia asked as she passed Bellamy. He merely grinned at her. "I think Auntie O is peeved at me" he said to Austin who was snuggled in the crook of his arm. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Olga appeared in the room carrying Aton in one arm, while holding Rory's hand as the toddler walked beside her. Clarke followed behind them with Charlie in her arms. "Are you staying for dinner?" she asked Jasper. He nodded "If it's okay with you" he answered. "You're always welcome here" she told him eyeing Bellamy, daring him to say anything. He shrugged his shoulder "what she said" he agreed "sorry man" he said "I'm just a tad over-protective these days." Jasper snorted "these days?" Bellamy shrugged "she's my baby sister, and now she has my nephew who I intend to make sure has a good life. So, I won't apologize for anything I do" he said. Olga cleared her throat "but I will back off a little bit" he said glowering at her. Octavia grinned "Thank you" she looked at Olga and smiled. The older woman patted her hand "I had an older brother too" she smiled kindly at her. Bellamy rolled his eyes. "Ok enough" Clarke declared "let's eat while the food is still hot." The dinner of venison and greens from the nearby forest had been forged by Roan and prepared by Olga. "Thank you for making dinner" Clarke looked at her "and for helping around the house, but just so we're clear, you don't have to do that." Olga smiled at her "I appreciate that dear, but I don't mind, it makes an old woman feel useful."
After dinner, Octavia and Jasper went out to the porch to talk while Marcus slept. Clarke was feeding Charlie and Atom while Olga held a fussy Austin. Bellamy was playing with Rory, who was still not quite used to sharing her daddy with her siblings. When Charlie finished eating Olga took the baby to her crib, leaving Bellamy and Clarke alone with Rory, Austin and Atom. Sitting down on the couch next to her with Rory in his lap he grinned at Clarke's expression. She was shaking her head "you should be nice to your sister" she told him. "It isn't my sister I'm worried about" he countered. "Do you really think Jasper will hurt her?" she asked him. "Not on purpose, but he is a guy, and they don't always think with the right head" he pointed out. "You would know:" she eyed him "I seem to remember you were quite the man-whore once." He grinned sheepishly "Like I said, men don't always think with the right head" he said. "When or if Jasper does something wrong, then you can let him have it, but until then be nice" she said kissing him softly. "Yes dear" he whispered against her lips. "Good, now take your daughter and put her to bed" she said.
Olga returned and took Atom from Clarke, while Austin finished eating. Bellamy came back carrying Marcus, who was awake and hungry "I'm going to take him to mommy" he said "I'll be right back." Clarke cocked her head at him "Be nice" she told him. "He shook his head "I said I would be nice" he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes "I'm going to bed as soon as Austin is done. Are you joining me?" she asked him "I mean all four kids in bed at the same time…" He backtracked and kissed he softly "I wont be long" he whispered huskily against her lips. "I'll be waiting" she said sauntering away. Bellamy walked onto the porch "It's dinner time" he said handing Marcus to her. "Thanks," she said taking him into her arms. "I'm sorry" he looked at Jasper "I will back off" he said. Jasper grinned at him "it's okay. I get it" he said "I would do the same thing in your place." Bellamy nodded "Thanks" he said " and now with my children in bed, I'm going to find my wife" he said turning on his heels and going back into the house. Octavia looked at him "See, he can be taught" she said. "I think Clarke probably made him a better offer" Jasper chuckled "but I think you are right."
Jasper watched as she settled Marcus in the crook of her arm. He was amazed at the baby's innate ability to zone in on his target, even with his eyes closed. He crooked a tiny finger around Octavia's pinky and settled in her arms. "Does that hurt" Jasper asked, wondering inwardly if he should have left that question unasked. She laughed at him "no, not at all" she said "I'm sure once he gets older and has teeth, it could hurt, but I guess I'll find out." Jasper smiled at that "I guess you will" he said playing with one of Marcus's sock covered feet. Marcus fussed and jerked "I guess he doesn't like that" he chortled. "You're interrupting his meal" Octavia grinned at him "how would you feel?" Jasper thought about that "I guess I wouldn't like it either" he agreed. They fell into a companionable silence, staring at the stars in the sky "Are Kane and Abby coming back here?" he asked her. "They want to stay here and be close to the grandkids, but they have to settle things at Mount Weather first" she answered. "He wont be as easy to win over" Jasper murmured. Octavia grinned "probably not" she agreed.
Marcus finished eating and Octavia sat him up to burp him "want to hold him?" she asked Jasper. Jasper backed up "I…"he started to protest "He is so little, I don't want to break him" he held his hand up. Octavia laughed hold your arms out" she instructed. He did as he was asked She placed Marcus in the crook of his arms. Jasper just sat without moving. She laughed at him again "what?" he asked. She shook her head, and then curved one arm over the other, so the baby was held securely in the crook of his arm. Jasper looked nervously from her to Marcus and back. Sensing his nervousness Marcus began to fuss "he can tell you're nervous" she said "relax, you're not going to hurt him." Jasper sat back and released his grip; Marcus stopped fussing and began to relax. "See, you can do this" she told him. "Ok, can you take him now?" Jasper asked, obviously uncomfortable. Octavia laughed at him, but reached over and took Marcus from his arms. She settled her son in her arms and looked over at Jasper "see it's easy" she said. "Uh-huh" she murmured "it's just like holding Rory" she insisted "you do well with her." Jasper shook his head "Rory is a not so tiny and fragile" he said. She grinned at him "fine" she sighed dramatically "but you realize if you get me, you get him too" she said. He nodded "Of course I know that, but can I wait until he gets a little bigger?" he asked. She chortled "I suppose" she grinned at him. "Thank you" he sighed, visibly relieved.
Bellamy stood inside the doorway, watching the exchange. It was everything he could do not to laugh and give away the fact that he was still standing there watching them. Someone tapped gently on his back. He turned to see Clarke standing there, arms crossed over her chest, shaking her head at him. He gave her a goofy grin and silently closed the door. "I couldn't help myself" he tried to explain, but she just rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist "Do you trust your sister?" she asked. He nodded. "Do you trust Jasper?" she asked. He nodded again "Do you trust that Jasper knows if her hurts your sister you will not hesitate to flatten him?" she asked. He sighed and nodded "Okay, I get your point" he said wrapping his arms around her waist. "Good, now do you really want to stay here and spy on your sister all night? Or would you rather come to bed with me?" she asked, placing his hands on her hip which was covered in a barely there gown. He groaned against her hair "You're killing me wife" he said huskily. She smiled "all you have to do is stop spying on your sister and you wouldn't be dying" she spoke against his lips. "You make a convincing argument" he said moving his hands up to hold her chin in his hands. "Prove it" she whispered.
