Chapter Three: Clarity

"Oh my god, how is it my cramps are worse this month?" Raven complained as she and Clarke sat on their beds in the tent. "I would kill for something fresh to eat."

Clarke laughed. "I know, I have been craving apples for like a week now."

"Uhg, or like some fresh meat!" Octavia added as she came in and sat next to Clarke, leaning her head against the older girls shoulder. "You guys both riding the crimson wave, as well?"

The other girls laughed. Clarke loved living with the other girls, it was what she expected having sisters would have been. She leaned her head against Octavia's head, smiling down at the younger girl. "Not me, not yet, but I have a day or two until I am supposed to start… I think."

"Lucky." Octavia exclaimed, the three girls laughed.

"Well when spring comes we can get lots of fresh goodies. Might even see if Lincoln can find us some coco plants, so we can have chocolate!" Raven giggled. The girls sighed at the thought of chocolate and other sweets.

— A week Later —

Clarke was asleep, and dreaming. She was standing in the middle of the 100's camp, but something was different. The sun was shining, blue sky, and everyone seemed happy in the camp. Clarke looked around trying to find what was out of place. Nothing seemed out of place, village of teens were all at work.

And the Clarke saw it… or should she say her. There was a little girl running around the camp. She looked like she was about two or three. Her short dirty blond hair was tied into messy pigtails. Clarke grinned as she watched Jasper run and chase the little girl as she giggle.

"Mommy!" The little girls glee filled cries could be heard all across the camp. "Mommy, monster getting me. Monster!" The girl seemed to be looking for her mother, and Clarke looked along with her. Who could let their child alone with Jasper, even if it was just a game.

Then the little girl caught sight of Clarke and sent her a huge smile. Her dark chocolate eyes, so familiar, seemed sparkle even yards away at the sight of Clarke. "Mommy!" The toddler ran to Clarke, rapping her arms around her legs.

Clarke jolted awake, sitting up in bed. "Shit!"

Somehow Clarke knew, she was pregnant. It had been a almost 9 weeks since Clarke's last period, and 7 weeks since her night with Bellamy.

"Fuck." Clarke fall back into her bed. What was she going to do?

The next day Clarke sat in the med-bay just sitting there freaking out. From her calculations she was about 7 weeks long, more then halfway through her first trimester. Now that she knew exactly what she was going through she could see the signs. She had not gotten the flu, she just had exhaustion and morning sickness. Even her sexual dreams were thanks to her new influx of hormones. Plus her breasts had already started to grow.

"Hey, Princess!" Clarke was pulled out of her thoughts as Bellamy walked in to her med-bay. "What you worrying about?" The older boy sat on the table looking down at Clarke in her chair.

"What do you mean, I am perfectly fine," she exclaimed, her brow ferowing even more then it had been. Since their night together they had not really had many conversions, mostly because he was in charge of hunting and the guard while she looked after the med-bay and the sick.

Plus she had kind of been avoiding him. Clarke could not look at him the same way. When ever she saw him all she could think about was that night, how amazing it was, and how she wished she could have more. But having an other short fling with him would have never been enough, and he had never showed any interest in anything more with anyone. Bellamy was a player.

"No, Princess, you alway get that look when you are worrying over something. So what is it?" He asked leaning back on the table, his arms braising from behind. Showing off his arm muscles to perfection.

What was she thinking about? Oh yeah… Bellamy and her were going to be parents. Shit! Clarke stood from her chair, "Um, I have a problem, yes." She needed to get away. Talk this out with someone else, talk to anyone else. "I actually need to talk…" she could not think of someone to talk to. "Octavia! Yep, going to talk to Octavia."

With that Clarke was out in search of Octavia, hopefully the younger girl would help her figure out how to tell Bellamy.

It took Clarke an hour or looking, half heartedly, to finally find the young brunet. "Octavia," Clarke grabbed onto the girls arm, "We need to talk."

"Okay Clarke," she smiled at the blond. "Just let me—"

"Nope, we're going to talk now." Clarke pulled Octavia away where she was working on that nights dinner and back to the tent they were sharing.

"God what is so important?" Octavia complained as she sat on the bed across where Clarke was sitting.

Clarke looked at her, trying to find the best way to explain everything to the younger girl. "I had sex with Bellamy!" She opted for the band-aid approach. There was a long silence as the brunet took in the news, then a broad smile spread across her face.

"I knew it! You are prefect for him." Octavia babbled joyfully, jumping up from her spot with glee. "You are so much better for him, not like those sluts he used to sleep around with. You are like the only person who can call him on his shit, and he actually listens to you!"

Clarke sat there, suddenly thinking talking to Raven might have been a better idea."So when are you guys going to tell everyone else?"

Clarke frowned at the other girl. "what do you mean tell everyone else, I haven't even told him yet!"

Octavia stopped her elated dance and stared at Clarke. "What do you mean you have not told him, how can he not know you guys slept together?"

The blond blanched. "We had sex once, and it was over a month ago." Clarke tried to explain, now not knowing exactly how to put it all into worlds. "Seven weeks to be precise."

The younger girl's excitement seemed to dim even more. "So why are you talking to me? Don't drag me into any fights you are having with him if he is being a jerk to you… you should have thought about it before sleeping with him."

Clarke was so frustrated, and suddenly hot tears started to pool in her eyes. She needed the other girl to just sit and listen to her, and all Octavia was doing was rambling on about her fighting with Bellamy. She would have killed for a fight with Bellamy, at least then he would actually look at her. Clarke could not stop the tears that started streaming down her face. What was she going to do?

All of a sudden Clarke felt arms wrap around her. "It's okay Clarke, I know my brother can be a shit-head some times... but I'm sure if you talk to him you guys can work it out." The younger girl gave her a little squeeze, leaning her head against the blonds.

"I'm pregnant." Clarke whispered. She has finally said it aloud, she had to finally own up to the mistake she had made.

"Wait, what!" Octavia pulled away, not sure she had heard what she thought she had.

Clarke took a deep breath, pulling herself together, and then she turned to Octavia. "I am pregnant."

TBC