Clarke and Bellamy eventually fall into a daily routine after adjusting to being with each other almost 24/7 (not that they weren't together that much before, it was different then, they were leading together, not pretending to be in a relationship just so Clarke didn't have to face well-deserved humiliation from her actions.)

As the days and nights grow warmer, Clarke finally gives up on modesty and begins to sleep in her underwear. (And so what she kinda enjoyed the fact that Bellamy did a double take when he saw her half-naked.)

Not that it helps, because eventually she begins to find herself tangled up with Bellamy in the morning, both sweaty from sharing so much body heat, so taking off her clothes was kinda pointless at this stage, they were going to sweat regardless. She also realizes that Bellamy doesn't know he cuddles in his sleep (which she thinks is endearing), and she doesn't have the heart to tell him that he's making her overheat at night or let him know he does it, (she kinda enjoys it) so she gets up first in the mornings, carefully prying herself out of his embrace.

(Bellamy later realizes that he's been cuddling Clarke in his sleep; and since she doesn't say anything- neither does he.)


Her mother won't look her in the eye anymore. Clarke fears that their relationship won't ever be mended.

She cries sometimes, because damn it, she's just a kid, and she's needs her mom.

Bellamy holds her when she does cry, and tells her to give her some time.

She wonders how much time one person can need. (She doesn't know how much longer she can wait for forgiveness.)


When her stomach begins to get big enough that it becomes a nuisance, it's mid-summer, and she's in complete hell.

Her back hurts, she's throwing up, and its so fucking hot. Not to mention that she's on her feet all day, trying to do her part around camp. (Bellamy keeps telling her to slow down and rest, but, well, she's Clarke.)

She's examining someone's arm, trying to see if she would need to craft a makeshift sling or consult her mother on what to do, because she wasn't sure what was wrong, (she didn't want to do either at this point, she just wants to sleep) when she faints.

She wakes, a few hours later. Groaning as she sits up on the makeshift clinic bed, almost dropping the cup of water that's forced into her hand. She brings the cup to her lips before she begins to down it, realizing just how thirsty she was. She sits the cup down and looks around, making eye contact with her mother, who gives her a tight-lipped smile before walking out of the room.

Clarke is surprised when she enters with another person, Bellamy, who looks like an overly concerned husband with the way his eyebrows are turned down and his forehead is creased.

"Fuck, Clarke!" it's the first thing to leave his mouth and she almost reminds him that her mother was in the room, but realizes that he probably doesn't care. "Listen to me next time, okay?!" he demands, cupping her face in his hands.

"What happened?" she asks, trying her best to ignore the way her heart flutters as he strokes her cheeks with his thumbs.

"You fainted from heat exhaustion." it's her mother who speaks this time, and both Bellamy and Clarke's heads snap to look at her. "You could have miscarried Clarke, you need to be more careful. Next time you might not be so lucky." Abby turns around to organize supplies on the table, her back now facing them.

Clarke feels a huge weight lift from her shoulders when she realizes that her mother has forgiven her, and she was accepting her decision on having the baby. "Okay." she agrees, choking up a little. (she blames it on the hormones but she's pretty sure she's just happy her mom still loves her.)

Bellamy snorts and wraps his arms around her, using their almost, but not quite, even height (courtesy of the clinic bed, that was way too tall, mind you) to bury his head in the crook of her neck, she wraps her arms around his torso in response.

"Told you." he mumbles, smirking into the skin of her shoulder. (and leave it to Bellamy Fucking Blake to ruin it.)

Clarke rolls her eyes before balling her hand into a fist and smacking him on the back for ruining the moment. Smiling in satisfaction as he jerks away from her with a bewildered cry of pain, which causes her mother to look at them, eyebrow raised in question.

"Oops, sorry, honey." she teases, smiling innocently. She's about to burst out laughing when he presses his lips together, agitation evident on his face.

"S'alright, baby." he assures , his lips curling into a smirk as Abby coughs loudly in the background.

(He decides that he really likes the way it sounds when he refers to Clarke as his baby; and almost literally shakes his head to dismiss the thought; because what the fuck, Blake get your shit together.)

Clarke's mortified, and she's pretty sure you can see her blush through her sun burn.

(She decides that she abso-fucking-lutely hates Bellamy Blake, and she definitely hates the way the word baby sounded coming from his mouth; and she despises the idea of him calling her baby as he fucks her senseless in various positions; and she really fucking hates her hormones, because honestly what the hell Clarke.)

A/N:

I apologize for any mistakes in spelling and grammar, I do not have a beta.

Also, I'M SO SORRY I'M BELLARKE TRASH. AND THESE TIME SKIPS DON'T REALLY MAKE SENSE AND NEITHER DOES THEIR RELATIONSHIP DEVELOPMENT I'M SORRY.

I guess that Clarke is relying on Bellamy a lot right now, because as you can see, she thought her mom hated her for a bit, and he would hold her and shit when she cried. And they're now coming to the conclusion that 'Woah, I'm sexually attracted to this person what do I do with these feelings?!'

Not romantic feelings yet though! Slow-build on that aspect of their relationship, so I have time to write longer chapters and develop the stories plot instead of making it revolve around a Bellarke romance and nothing else. Y'know?

Thank you so much for the reviews! They make me smile, and I appreciate them so much. I doubt my writing ability a lot of the time, and while I'm certainly not a great writer, I'm hoping that I can soon become one. Thank you so much for dealing with my immature writing abilities and I;m so excited to grow as a writer! And for you guys to witness it along with me!

~Ariana XO