Genre: Family / Romance /

Rated: K+

Word Count: 1,775

Characters: Bellamy Blake / Clarke Griffin / Samantha Blake (OFC) / Alexander Blake (OMC) / Zack (OMC) /

Characters Mentioned: Gabby (OFC) / Alison Blake (OFC) / Octavia Blake /

Relationships: Bellamy/Clarke / Samantha/Zack (Mentioned) / Alexander/Gabby (Mentioned) / Zack/Gabby (Hinted) /

Summary: Bellamy and Clarke are parents and they have some troublesome teens. Need I say more?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot /

A/N: Really not my best work, but I wanted to update.

"Dad!" Bellamy sat up in bed.

"What?"

"Come here!" His daughter was yelling at him from downstairs.

"What have we said about talking to other people on other floors of the house?" He heard footfalls coming up the stairs.

"Excellent. Where's mom?"

"That's what you wanted to ask?" She gave an incredulous look.

"Just- Where is she?"

"I'm pretty sure she's still at work, why? Do you need something?"

"Ugh!" The miniature blonde stomped away to her room, slamming the door.

The front door squeaked open. "Dad?!"

"Jeezus..." He muttered to himself. "What?" His son walked up to the bedroom door.

"Where's Sam?"

"She just slammed the door to her room."

"Thanks."

A knock came from the room under his.

"What do you want, Alex?"

"Well hello to you too."

"Not in the mood, jackass."

"I can tell. Here."

"What is this?"

"You might know if you open it."

Silence. Then some crinkling.

"I don't get it?"

"What?"

"Why you're being nice to me...?"

"Jeezus, I'm your brother. Can't I be nice to my little sister?"

"No. What do you want?"

"God! Fine. Can I ask Casey out?"

"Casey?"

"Yeah. Your friend? The one you've known for like three years?"

"I know who Casey is dumbass, why do you want to ask her out? Didn't you just break up with your girlfriend?"

"To go on a date? No, that was like a couple weeks ago."

"Oh. Um, sure. I don't care. But you'll probably get shot down."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you're not really her type..."

"So what is her type?"

"Blonde, short, female."

"Oh..."

"Yeah. But thanks for the chips." Another door slam.

"Dammit!"

"Language!"

The boy's head poked from behind the wall of the stairs, "Sorry."

"Yeah, sure." He put his book down. "Hey-"

There was a loud knock at the front door. Alex looked at his dad.

"Go answer it, we'll talk after."

He moved away from the door.

"Mine!" Bellamy heard his daughter call as the sounds of running footsteps up the stairs lessened. He stood up, knowing he was not going to get any more reading done.

"What the- Go home...No, I don't want to talk to you."

"Aw, C'mon babe, I messed up-"

"You slept with my brother's girlfriend!"

"Like I said, I messed up..."

"Jeezus, go home Zack."

"Zack?" Alex shot out of his room at the end of the hall.

"Oh shit...Hey man. How are you?"

"Terrific. Just fucking peachy."

Language. Bellamy mentally scolded in his head. Standing at the top of the stairs he was hiding behind the wall, listening to his kids.

"C'mon, man, you're not still mad about that are you?"

"What? How you slept with my drunk girlfriend and cheated on my sister? Yeah, I'm still pretty pissed."

Bellamy heard a car door shut and faint noises of a babbling kid. Clarke was home.

"Um, hi. Who's this?" He could hear his wife sounding unsure and chose that moment to step out.

"Hey, c'mere. Hi, baby!" He took the baby off her hip and pulled her past the kids and into the kitchen.

"Don't let your brother punch him, he's in enough trouble as is." He bent down, whispering into his daughter's ear.

"What was that about?"

"From what I could gather. Kid's name is Zack. Samantha was dating him and he fucked her over by sleeping with Gabby when she was drunk."

"Oy, I knew that girl was trouble."

"I know you did." He pulled a ten out of his wallet handing it to Clarke who tucked it into her bra.

"Wait, Sam was dating someone?"

"Yeah, I didn't know about that." Clarke took the ten out of her bra and handed it back to him.

They heard a thump, and their daughter yelling "Alex! Dammit!" Clarke ran past Bellamy who was still holding a baby.

"Fuckin- Alex! We told you no more fights!"

He stormed out the door. Over the teen holding a bloody nose.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"For a run!" And he took off down the street.

"You. Get off my property before I hurt you too." The kid let out a wry laugh before looking up at her face.

Nothing was really as scary as a mom going after someone who hurt her kids. All the laughter and mocking drained from his face as he pushed himself up and fast walked down the street. Clarke looked down,

"Fuck you! You got blood on my porch!" She pulled Samantha in and slammed the door shut.

The baby on his hip started giggling.

"Our baby enjoys violence, this is what I was hoping to avoid." Bellamy pointed out.

The miniature blond girl grabbed the baby from her dad and tried to walk off.

"Uh uh, Missy. Where do you think you're going?" Her mother stepped in front of her.

"Um...nursery?"

"Nope. Explain."

"Why? Dad already knows everything."

"Wh-" He tried to interject

"I know you were by the stairs. I'm not stupid."

"Tone down the attitude, kid. You lied." His tone was stern.

"About what?!"

"Maybe, I don't know, dating a douchebag? Ring a bell?"

"Oh yeah, that..." Her face fell, cowering while bouncing with her baby sister.

"Why'd your brother hit him?"

"Does he need a reason? He slept with Gabby, cheated on me-" The front door slammed shut again, cutting her off.

"We're gonna need a new door because of all of you!" Clarke pointed out.

"I punched him because he said Sam was easy. Not okay."

"I'm sorry what?" Bellamy looked like he was seething. Clarke put a hand on his shoulder, some of the tension left, but not all of it. Nobody insults his baby girl.

"I'm with him, what?" Sam was confused.

"He told some of his friends at lunch the other day that-" He cut himself off, looking up at his parents. "I'll tell you later, but yeah, that's the basically what he said."

The tall boy still looked angry, but now he was sweaty. The blood on his knuckles drying.

"Alex." Clarke pointed to his hand, meaning for him to wash it.

"I'm fine." She glared at him until he put his hand under running water.

"Well, Sam, you're grounded for two weeks. And, Alex, another two weeks for you." She said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"What?!"
"Why?!"

"You-" pointing at Samantha, "lied about a boy. And you-" pointing at Alex, "got in another damn fight."

"Mom-" he tried to protest.

"You are lucky I don't make it a month."

He shut his mouth, shuffling down the stairs. His sisters soon following.

"What the hell are we going to do about them?" She turned to her husband, arms still crossed. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, drawing his attention away from her cleavage. "Jeezus, Bell. How old are you?"

He laughed at her, pulling her close by her waist. "Mm, they're just kids, Princess."

"So?"

"You do remember how many guys I got into fights with when I was that age right?"

"That's-"

"Especially over you and Octavia." Her face quirked into a smirk with one eyebrow up.

"Oh yeah? You said you didn't even like me until I graduated."

He grimaced. "Dammit-"

"Yeah." She laughed, pulling him down for a kiss. "Hi, honey."

"Hi. Welcome home from work."

"Mm, thank you." She kissed him again. "They're still grounded."

"One week for Sam. No more for Alex, he still has a week left." She groaned in protest as he kissed his way down her jaw and throat.

"You always make me the bad guy."

"Clarke, they have never taken me seriously. When you left for your conference a couple of years ago, their bedtimes were 11 or 12. We had pizza three nights in a row and Alex didn't shower the entire week."

"That's because you're a pushover." He feigned hurt. "But you're my pushover."

"Ah, how special that makes me feel." She began kissing down his throat now.

"I try." She smiled against his lips. The baby crying broke them apart. Clarke started walking towards the stairs, Bellamy's grip on her hand snapping her back.

"Sam's got it." She raised an eyebrow. "Or Alex. One of them."

"Not what I meant." She laughed into his collar bone.

Bellamy bent slightly, picking her up and gently throwing her over his shoulder, her laughing in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing?" She managed to say through the giggles.

"You look tired." He tossed her onto the bed, unceremoniously.

"Mm, I'm so sure this is about me being tired." She commented as he shut the door, turning the small lock on the knob.

"It is!" He said, insisting his innocence.

"It's hard to believe you when you lock the door and slide your hand up my thigh." He let out a deep chuckled into her throat. Hand still moving up her body, but stopping at her stomach.

He laid next to her, rubbing small patterns into the skin with his fingers. "When do we tell them?"

"I don't know. We usually don't tell them. Someone usually spoils it." She was referring to Octavia coming over and ask for her due date both times she's been pregnant after Alex.

He laughed into her shoulder, "We could just tell her have her come over and ruin it again."

"I'll send her a picture of my sonogram and be like 'Oops, meant to send that the Bell...'" They both laughed again.

"We should just name this one attitude. Nickname Attie." He joked, she fell into another fit of laughter.

"God, they all have such big attitudes, don't they?"

He nodded his head, "Even Alison. And she's barely two!"

"Mm," She nuzzled into his side, "I guess that's the price we pay for cute kids."

"Fair enough."

They stayed quiet for a while. Bellamy making patterns on her stomach, Clarke snuggling into him.

"I love you, Clarke." He looked down at her small form (which would get larger in the next few weeks), her eyes closing.

"Mm, I love you too, Bell..." She mumbled into her shoulder, fading into sleep.

He smiled at her face. When his gaze shifted to her stomach his smile grew even larger. He loved his family.