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Bellamy's hand was shaking a little as he lifted it to ring the doorbell on Lincoln's house. Well, it was actually more of a mansion than a house. Lincoln was a co-owner of some international company that sold tech and he was quite well off. Which meant that Octavia was probably living comfortably if she was still with him.
Bellamy hoped she was. Because otherwise, this trip would be pointless and he would only have to face a probably very angry Lincoln.
He hadn't spoken to his sister for two years and he hadn't seen her since Gina's funeral which was a year and a half ago. He reckoned she didn't change very much, but he was still very anxious to see her. Not to mention the fact that he was terrified that she'd refuse to talk to him or kick him out of the house. That thought was especially horrifying after losing Clarke. If his sister abandoned him too, that would mean he would have to go back to living a lonely life.
The door opened a few moments later and revealed Lincoln. He frowned when he saw Bellamy, crossing his strong arms across his firm chest.
Bellamy suddenly felt tiny. Not because of Lincoln's size – he wasn't that much bigger than Bellamy. He felt tiny standing there in front of this huge house when he basically had nothing except for the pile of garbage that was his car. He felt like a bug, especially when Lincoln's dark eyes pierced through him.
"Hey, Lincoln," Bellamy cleared his throat, trying to sound as nice as possible. "I know I'm probably the last person you expected to see. And the last person you wanted to see, if we're being honest. But I came here to apologize to both you and Octavia, if that's okay. Is she home?"
Lincoln eyed him suspiciously, like he didn't believe what the other man was saying. "What do you want, Bellamy? I doubt you would come here, just like that, for no other reason than wanting to make amends. Do you need money or something?"
"No. God, no," Bellamy shook his head.
For a moment, he was astonished by the fact that Lincoln would even think something like that. But when he remembered how awful he was to him and his sister in the past, he started to understand Lincoln's reaction.
"I'm telling the truth. I've changed. Well, I'm still changing and lately I've started to reconsider my past actions. I realized that what I did to you and Octavia was stupid and reckless and horrible. And I really want to apologize and I want my sister back. I want to at least try to gain her trust back and yours, if that's possible. I hope you'll let me," he spoke honestly and from his heart, really hoping Lincoln would believe him.
He felt relief flooding through him when Lincoln stepped aside from the doorway. "Come in," he said.
Bellamy's been in Lincoln's house before and he was aware of how luxurious it was. But after spending a year basically living in a hole, this house seemed even grander and more beautiful. The space was open and full of light and everything was painted white. As they entered the house, Bellamy first noticed a huge staircase in the middle of an enormous room. On his left, there were French doors leading to the terrace and on his right, an all-white living room which Lincoln led him too.
Bellamy sat on the white leather sofa, not feeling nearly fancy enough to be in such a place.
Lincoln sat in the armchair across, pouring him a glass of scotch which he provided from the bar.
"I want to discuss something with you before you get to see Octavia."
Even though he didn't sound threatening or mean, Bellamy couldn't help but be intimidated by Lincoln. Not only did he have all the material stuff Bellamy could only dream of, but he also had the woman he loved by his side. Unlike Bellamy, he was able to provide for her and give her everything she deserved. There was also the fact that the woman was Octavia and unlike him, Lincoln owned her trust.
Lincoln was in every way possible a better man than Bellamy. He proved that once again by letting him inside his house after he appeared out of nowhere, begging for forgiveness. Not all men would be able to get past what happened years ago when Bellamy was incredibly mean to him.
"When you did what you did two years ago, you hurt Octavia deeply," Lincoln took a sip from his glass, encouraging Bellamy to do the same.
"She still hasn't recovered from the way you acted. Even though she's still very angry with you, she misses her brother a lot," there was sadness in his voice, like he regretted deeply that he could give Octavia anything except for her brother's approval and love.
"I know you've been through a lot since we last saw each other, Bellamy. And I'm very sorry for that."
Lincoln spoke the words like he really meant them, with compassion and empathy. That made Bellamy admire him even more.
"But that doesn't make up for a fact that you were a total jerk and it's completely your fault that Octavia isn't speaking to you right now."
"I know. I'm aware of that and I can't describe to you how sorry I am…" Bellamy started to speak, but the other man cut him off.
"I believe you. But I need you to promise me something. Don't you ever hurt her like that again," he spoke the last sentence slowly, emphasizing every word. "Because I don't think she could take it."
"Of course I won't. I promise you," Bellamy sat up straight. "Thank you so much for giving me another chance. I know you can't forget all I said to you, but I hope I can gain your trust someday. I really hope so. I will try my best to do so."
"I'm really glad to hear that," Lincoln smiled, shaking Bellamy's hand. "Now let me get Octavia for you. I'm sure you'll be really surprised when you see her," he smirked, leaving the room.
Bellamy didn't really understand what Lincoln meant to say until he saw Octavia a few minutes later. Lincoln must've explained the situation to her because she wasn't wearing an angry expression when she saw her brother.
She hasn't aged a bit. Her face was still gorgeous, just like their mother's once had been, her dark hair even longer than before. Her blue eyes were filled with tears when she saw him.
She would've looked exactly the same as the last time Bellamy saw her if it wasn't for the big bump beneath the long, casual dress she wore.
"O." Bellamy's eyes went wide, probably filled with tears as well. Not only was he shocked and incredibly happy to see her after such a long time, but there was also a fact that she was carrying his future niece or nephew. "You're pregnant."
Octavia nodded and smiled through the tears, not being able to say anything.
"Can I hug you?" He whispered, unsure of her reaction.
She nodded once more, more eagerly this time and Bellamy rushed to her to wrap his arms around her. He wanted to squeeze her as tight as possible, but he knew he needed to be extra gentle because of the baby.
She hugged him back tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Don't think I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm just really happy to see you," she mumbled, choking on the tears.
"I'm going to leave you guys alone now," Lincoln murmured in the background and disappeared.
"Oh my god," Bellamy whispered as they pulled away. "I've missed you so much, O. You can't even imagine how much. And I can't believe I'm going to be an uncle!" He ran his hand through his hair, suddenly feeling a little nauseous from the amount of information he had received in the past few minutes.
"Yeah," Octavia grinned, sitting on the couch. "I'm due in less than 3 months. And we're having a baby girl. You're going to have a little niece."
"Really?" Bellamy beamed at her, taking a seat on the couch next to her. "Oh, I'm going to spoil her so much! If you let me, of course."
Before his sister got the chance to respond, he continued talking. "Before you say anything, please let me get this out first. I'm so so sorry, O. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for acting like a total idiot, for being horrible to Lincoln, for not supporting you when you needed my support more than anything. It just that… It's been just you and me for ages. At one moment you were just a little girl who needed my help with everything and then, all of a sudden, you're this beautiful, independent young woman. When you found Lincoln, I guess I felt a little threatened and I wanted to protect you at all costs. I had a terrible way of showing it, I know. And I know that it's going to take forever for you to forgive me, but I will do everything I can to be the brother you love again."
"Oh, Bell…" Octavia sighed, grabbing his hand. "I'm always going to love you. You're my brother, the person who raised me and basically gave up his youth to give me everything I needed. I'll always be grateful for that. And yes, you did an awful mistake, but the fact that you're here now makes me believe that you are indeed willing to change."
Instead of responding, Bellamy hugged her again.
"Now tell me what you've been up to since the last time I saw you," Octavia said when they pulled away.
Bellamy hesitated for a moment before he started to talk. He knew Octavia would be disappointed in him after hearing what he had gotten himself into, but he didn't want to keep any secrets from her.
So he told her everything from the moment Gina died, getting involved with Pike and finally meeting Clarke who helped him get on the right path again.
Octavia didn't interrupt him once while he was speaking. She stared at him wide-eyed, sometimes tearing up. Bellamy wouldn't be surprised if she told him to get out after he finished talking.
"So what happened with Clarke? Are you with her?"
"After everything I just told you, that's what you want to ask me?" Bellamy was actually amused.
"Yes! Don't tell me you screwed that up, too!"
"Well, I kind of did…"
He told her how he let Clarke go because he thought he didn't deserve him. When he actually said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous and he knew Octavia was going to give him a hard time because of it.
"You idiot!" She hit him on the arm. "You chased away one good thing that happened to you after months of being miserable? Classic Bellamy," she rolled her eyes.
"I guess you're going to tell me know to go and get her back, aren't you?" He smirked at her, enjoying the fact that they were able to talk honestly and bicker like real siblings again. He truly had faith that he could restore the relationship he had with his sister before.
"Of course! What else would I tell you? And you better hope she forgives you for being such an IDIOT!"
"Okay, I get it, you think I'm an idiot," Bellamy chuckled. Frankly, he was miserable without Clarke and he deeply regretted doing the right thing for once and chasing her away. In the last few days he actually started doubting it was the right thing to do. If Octavia hadn't forgiven him, he would have lost the only two people he truly cared about in this world.
"I promise I'm going to try and talk to Clarke. But first we need to catch up. Do you and Lincoln want to grab dinner?"
"Of course we do. I'm going to go get changed," Octavia beamed. "And I need you to stop feeling sorry for yourself, okay? You deserve to be with Clarke. You're doing your best to change. You took a bullet for her, for god's sake. If that isn't enough then I don't know what is."
Bellamy nodded, realizing in that moment he'd missed his sister even more than he thought. She missed her smart advice and her stubborn personality, as well as her determination to never give up. She will indeed make a great mother.
When Clarke came home that day, the last thing she expected to see was Bellamy sitting on the stairs in front of her apartment. She stared at him in awe as he smiled innocently at her and her first instinct was to punch him in the face.
It's been a week since she last saw him. She hadn't tried to contact him for the first few days, but one day she couldn't take it anymore so she went to his apartment. He wasn't there so she went to the bar he worked in. He wasn't there either so she tried calling him.
She called him about twenty times in the past three days and sent him twice as many texts. She didn't get a single answer. And when she saw him sitting in front of her apartment, looking as though he didn't shatter her heart into million pieces just a few days ago, a part of her was relieved that he wasn't dead. But the other, much larger part of her wanted to scream at him for being an asshole.
"What the hell?" was all she managed to let out.
"I know you're probably pissed at me right now, but I really need to talk to you," Bellamy started, but she cut him off.
"What gives you the right to just come here like this after ignoring my calls for days? First you ditch me without even asking me what I want, then you completely ignore my existence for a week and now you're here, suddenly wanting to talk. I was genuinely worried about you, Bellamy. I couldn't find you at your place or your job. And when you didn't answer my calls, I really thought something was wrong. But since you're here now, alive and well, it turns out you just spent the last week sulking and pitying yourself."
Bellamy stared at her like he seemed genuinely surprised by her words. Clarke was never so harsh on him, but she wasn't sorry at all. He hurt her very much and she wanted to point that out to him.
He got up with an actual smirk on his lips, making Clarke want to punch him even more.
"Can we please go inside before your neighbors hear you screaming at me? I have some explaining to do."
"Yeah, you do," Clarke snapped at him, but pulled her keys out to unlock the door, deliberately hitting his shoulder with hers on her way to the door.
She slammed the door behind him and faced him with her arms across her chest, waiting to hear what he had to say.
"There was a fire in my apartment the other day. It happened when I was in the shower and by the time I smelled the smoke, half of my kitchen burned down. There was something wrong with the wiring since the place is really old and the dudes who assessed the damage told me it was just a matter of time when it would all go to hell. My phone was also damaged in the fire. That's why you couldn't reach me. I managed to get a new phone in the meantime, but I thought that what I had to tell you was too important to be said over the phone."
By the time Bellamy finished talking, Clarke was sitting on her couch, staring at him in surprise. This was all just so ridiculous. It was like the entire world was working against the two of them being together.
"I'm so sorry to hear that, Bellamy. Where are you staying now? Don't tell me you're homeless."
"Of course not," he snorted. "I'm currently the resident of Miller's couch," he still stood awkwardly by the door, unsure whether he should come closer to Clarke or not.
"You should come stay here," Clarke blurted out without actually thinking about it. "I have a spare room anyway."
They stared at each other for a while, Clarke totally embarrassed by what she just offered and Bellamy in awe and loss of words.
"I… I thought you were still mad at me," he said slowly, but there was a smirk on his lips.
"I am. But that doesn't mean I want you to sleep on Miller's lousy old couch when you I have a room you could take. I'm not that evil," she shrugged.
Bellamy let out a big sigh and sat next to her. "Can I at least say what I came here to say first?"
"Sure," she leaned back on the couch, looking at him softly. She couldn't stay angry with him for a long time when he looked so cute and confused.
"I'm really sorry. For how I acted last week. Don't get me wrong, I meant what I said about me not deserving you. You're way too good for me, but for some reason you're willing to accept me just the way I am and I was an idiot for trying to throw that away. And when I went to see Octavia, she opened my eyes and made me realize that I'm not selfless enough to let you go…"
"You went to Octavia?" Clarke asked a little too loudly. "How did it go?"
"It went great," Bellamy grinned. "And it was all thanks to you. Honestly, every good thing that happened to me in the last few months was because of you, Clarke," he looked softly at her. He wanted to reach out and remove a loose strand of hair from her face, but he wasn't sure if she'd let him touch her just yet.
The blonde let out a breath, shaking her head. "I hate you," she said, but a small smile played on her lips.
"No, you don't," he beamed at her, poking her in the arm playfully.
"Yes, I do. First you break my heart because you think it's the right thing to do and then you come here, swooning me with just a few words. I hate you and I hate myself for falling for your swooning so easily," she looked at him, feeling completely defeated. Her anger evaporated just like that and she hated how much influence he had on her.
"Okay," Bellamy whispered, drawing his face dangerously close to hers. "So what are you going to do about it?"
He barely managed to finish his sentence before Clarke crushed her lips to his. She lunged at him with such force that he had to lie on the couch, Clarke landing on top of him. They kissed for a long time, both of them happy to put their yearning for each other to an end after spending a week being completely miserable.
"God, I've missed you so much," he breathed out when they pulled away for air, playing with the loose strands of her hair.
"So, have you considered my offer?"
"Geez, baby, I don't know… I feel like it's too soon for us to move in together…" Bellamy teased and earned himself a smack on the arm.
"Yes, okay, I accept your offer," he grinned, leaning forward to get another portion of Clarke's delicious kisses. Never in his life had he thought that he would be so happy that the place he lived in burned down.
So we're about to see Bellarke as roomates, but in a relationship? I wonder how that will go... Are you excited?
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