"Clarke?" Bellamy's deep, rasping voice echoes through the drop ship, there is an edge to it, an exhaustion. Clarke opens her eyes and her heart drops to her stomach. Before her Bellamy is leaning sharply to his side, his face decorated in a multitude of gashes as blood wells at his forehead. Clarke sits up and reaches for him, but the sudden movement sends her spiraling, dark splotches encroaching her vision. Bellamy carefully sits down on the edge of her bed, coughing as he attempts to smile at her, grabbing her hand lightly in his. "How are you two doing." He whispers softly.

Clarke glances over at the tiny baby nestled in her cot, only two days old. When she was born Bellamy's face had lit up with a radiant joy Clarke had never seen when he looked at that baby, his lips had widened into a gigantic smile as his face took on a quality of gentle softness that so rarely graced his features. When his eyes fell on the small child Clarke could tell he was instantly enamored by her, knowing for sure that she would have him wrapped around her finger for the rest of her life. Clarke's gaze travels back to him, even after two days the smile has not left his face still etched upon his features like a soft peacefulness, despite the raw gashes torn into it. Clarke nearly laughs at the sight, the strangeness of this exuberant happiness shining through a multitude of bright red wounds is so alien. "What the hell happened out there" She asks, tenderly running her fingers along the painful marks on his face.

Bellamy looks back at her with an expression so full of love as he responds almost as a second thought, "Oh when we went to get supplies from the depot Jasper fell down a ravine and took everyone with him, so we're all pretty banged up" He reaches his hand over to run his finger along the baby's cheek, his face relaxed as he stares fondly at his tiny daughter. Clarke watches him entranced by the absolute adoration emitting from the strong man; his tight muscles so strong yet gentle as his hand brushes over the baby as lightly as a feather. Clarke always knew that Bellamy had a way with children, he was always their favorite playmate, his imagination matching theirs in spirit as he played along with childlike enthusiasm whenever he was tasked with watching the small group of children that represented the culmintation of Grounders Arkers and even Mountain Men coming together. Yet when Bellamy looks at his own child, Clarke sees a light in him that he rarely reveals, his most precious happiness. "Bellamy?"

"Yes Princess?" He turns his wide smile on her, showering her face with a contagious glee that quickly makes Clarke mirror his jubilant expression. "I know what her name is." She says confidently.

Bellamy wraps his body around hers in the bed, one hand still hanging from the carefully crafted bassinet hand made by Lincoln. "What do you have in mind."

"Aurora." She whispers in his ear.

Bellamy gasps at the sound of his mother's name, his heart beating loudly in his chest, "Clarke are you sure that's ok with you?"

"I know how much that name means to you, besides, I think that name fits her beautifully. " Clarke says as she glances at her daughter, the gentle smatter of freckles on her round cheeks like a beacon of familiarity as her finger traces the same pattern on the bridge of Bellamy's nose.

Bellamy kisses her softly and lovingly on the forehead, when he pulls away, the strong, tough, stubborn leader has tears in his eyes, "Clarke, this would mean the world to my mother, if she could see me now, I want to think she would be proud of where I rose from, the man I am now." He glances back at the baby, "She would love to be here for her, for Octavia's wedding, she would have loved you, and I feel like honoring her like this brings her closer." he touches his nose delicately to hers, "Thank you Princess, I love you."

"I love you Bellamy Blake." Clarke whispers back.

Suddenly Bellamy tenses as surprise grows on his face, he quickly leans over to look at the baby, awe written on his face. "She grabbed my finger!" He exclaims delightedly.

"Clarke look!"

She cranes her neck over to see Aurora's tiny fist clenched tightly around Bellamy's large index finger and she smiles.

Bellamy laughs, "You want to know the real reason I got so beat up on the way back?"

Clarke gives him a quizical glance, "Why?"

"Well I was so desperate to get back here for you two that when we were scaling the cliff I was going too fast and slid down the side and cut myself on the damn rocks and took everyone down with me." He admits sheepishly

Clarke laughs and leans her head on Bellamy's shoulder, running her hand through the baby's soft dark hair as the now awake child stares up with inquisitive unfocused blue eyes at her father, "Hear that Aurora honey? Your daddy was so excited to see you he was a big dufus who fell down a mountain and blamed your Uncle Jasper for falling down a ravine!"

The baby lets out a gargling sound and kicks her feet to the delight of her young parents who laugh in delight, enamoured by her every move.

"You should really get to medical Bel." Clarke whispers her eyes trained on Aurora's already brilliant baby blues.

"Ok." He murmurs back, only half listening as he stays put, Aurora's fingers still tightly gripped around his finger.

"She's a tough one isn't she." He says glancing at his finger.

"Stubborn like her daddy." Clarke whispers back.

"More like her mom." Bellamy counters. "The little princess takes after the strongest bravest toughest Princess I know who rescued the knight and saved the day."

"Sounds like a good story, I bet she would love to hear about the time the knight and the princess learned to love each other and slay the dragon when she gets older." Clarke croons.

"I'm sure she would like to hear how the Princess became a Queen, who was the smartest and bravest of them all." Bellamy lovingly whispers back.

"I think I'd like to hear that too." Clarke smiles as she presses her lips to his.