Chapter Four: Confessions

Clarke and Octavia talked, though it was more Octavia jumping around singing "I'm going to be an aunt," while Clarke freaked out.

Inside her there was a littler person growing, an other mouth to feed, and protect. It had heel months since she cried over the loss of the exodus ship and her mother, but at that moment all Clarke wanted was to talk to her mother. Abby would have known exactly what to do, both as a doctor and as a mother.

Wiping a stray tear the young mother-to-be stood up, "Alright, I am going to go talk to Bellamy."

"Good luck Clarke!" Not that Octavia thought she needed it, she had seen the looks her brother had been throwing the blonds way. She smiled and fell back into her own bed. She was going to be an aunt!

Clarke did not take anytime to get to Bellamy's tend. He had been one of the only ones to get a single tent, besides the grounders who were still helping them all out. Most of the teens lived in tents with 2 to 3 others. As she came up to the tent she heard voices, hoping not to interrupt a meeting Clarke called out to the inhabitants, "Knock, knock!"

A couple seconds later Bellamy's head popped out, "Hey Clarke." He opened the flap of fabric that was his door to let her inside. "We have just been talking about the next hunt." Inside the tent were Lincoln, Miller, and two of the other Grounders, Sarah and Joshua. "So what's up?"

"Um… There is something I need to talk to you about," Clarke looked around at the others, and then added, "In privet."

Bellamy chuckled, "You heard the Princess." And then he gestured toward the door for the others to leave. Once the last of the group walked out the door he turned to the worried looking blond. "Your talk with O not go so well?"

Clarke frowned, then remembered she had told him she needed to talk to Octavia. "No, everything is good with her." Clarke took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and then like before she just ripped off the band-aid. "I am pregnant!"

With her eyes closed Clarke missed the confused and disappointed look that passed over the older boys face. "Oh… Okay." Clarke's eyes popped open after that, okay? What did he mean by okay?

"Well at the moment there is not much we can do, but once the snow starts to thaw we can start planing pitching a new tent for you and Finn."

Clarke face flushed, 20% with embarrassment and 80% anger. "What kind of slut do you think I am!" She throw the pillow from his bed at his face, unfortunately he caught it. "I am here telling you that I am pregnant!" The not Finn was clearly implied… or at least she hoped it was

Clarke watched as shock and then understanding flashed over his face, finally replaced with his sexy smirk as she dropped the pillow and took two quick steps toward her. His hands were in her hair pulling her head back lightly to angle her for a deep, searing kiss.

She had no idea how but suddenly she was sitting on the bed. Bellamy pulled back, heavy breaths puffing out of him. "I have been wanting to do that for like over two months."

"It has only been seven weeks," Clarke corrected, trying to catch her breath… but it was kind of hard to do that when Bellamy kept kissing and nipping at the nape of her neck.

"Hmmmm, was I really that good? Do you know the hours and minutes as well?" He chucked, breathing in her woodsy sent.

"Well it is kind of hard to forget the night you get knocked up." Clarke pointed out. "I also kind of needed to know exactly how pregnant I am, to figure out the due date and such."

Bellamy pulled Clarke down onto the bed so they where lying facing each other. He flashed her a cocky grin, "So when is he coming?"

Clarke rolled her eyes at his assumption that the baby was a boy. "It is due some time at the end of summer though it might not come until the first week of fall."

Clarke giggled as she felt his hand snake its way up her shirt, he spread his fingers in a fan so his palm was flat against her still moderately flat stomach.

Bellamy was leaning in for an other kiss when Miller rushed in without knocking. "Bellamy, we—" Miller blushed and turned around once he noticed where the two leaders were and what they were doing. "Sorry, um… we need both of you, we have a bit of trouble."

Clarke stood pulling her shirt back down and stood out of Bellamy's bed. "What happened?" She asked as she walked away, pulling her hair into a ponytail, going back into leader mode.

"Uh, Murphy showed up outside of the wall, he is asking to come in… he appears to have been attacked by some kind of animal. Lincoln said it was Reapers?" Miller explains, his back still turned to the couple.

"Shit!" Clarke walks out of the tent and through the snow to the front gate. "Let him in!" She called to the two on guard.

Bellamy came running after her placing one of his jackets over her shoulders, "You heard the Princess let the shit head in!"

The gates opened and the younger man stumbled in, Clarke took a step forward to help, but Bellamy held onto her arm. Wordlessly telling her to be careful. "Miller, Monroe, take Murphy to the med-bay. Clarke will be right there." The two nodded and guided the injured boy away. Then Bellamy turned back to Clarke, "We have a lot to talk about, come to my tent tonight so we can talk." Then he added as if an after thought, "I'll send Lincoln over to help you out."

Clarke rolled her eyes at the taller boy and walked away. Murphy was covered in scratches and bruises, but the worst of her injuries were the three fingers missing on his left hand. Then there were the bite marks. Once Lincoln walked in they both started working on bandaging him up. "Murphy, what happened, how did you get away?" Clarke asked as she worked on a bandaging the wounds around his face.

"It was too easy, one moment I was tied to a pole, the next thing I know I was free and they were chasing me." Murphy babbled staring off at nothing, trying to put what had happened to him in words.

Clarke looked to Lincoln and her nodded to her. "They have been known to get a captive go, they enjoy the chase." He explained then turned to Miller, "Tell Bellamy that we will need more people on guard tonight, all armed."

Miller ran out to pass on the news. It took Clarke and Lincoln almost two hours to finish patching the young man. Once they were done she told Lincoln to find someone to watch over the beaten boy and headed to Bellamy's tent for their talk. Clarke was so exhausted that as soon as she entered and saw that Bellamy was not there she curled into his bed and fell asleep.

TBC

AN: Okay so here is chapters 3 and 4 I hope you like them! I have still not decided on the gender of the baby, so send in reviews and suggestions... also I am looking for someone to beta this story, so if you interested send me a pm :3