Bellamy's POV
Bellamy tightly gripped his shovel, forcing himself not to lash out in anger. He had hoped the digging would make him tire and forget the punishment Miller had received earlier, but it only fuelled his rage.
The fact that Miller wasn't in sight was a small relief. Hopefully, he would be given a less physical job than building.
At the familiar sound of a whistle, Bellamy finally let go of the shovel, and walked towards the dining hall. Eating was the highlight of his day, not only because he was starving, but also because he got to see his sister.
As Bellamy walked up the freshly made wooden steps, he turned to see Miller join his side. Concern filled his mind when he saw the sweat on his face.
"Wood chopping," Miller stated in a dull tone.
They remained silent as they lined up for their food. As usual, there were two Arkers serving and a grounder standing by to control portion sizes. Bellamy couldn't hold back his smile as he waited for Octavia to put a small piece of corn on his plate.
"Hi big brother," she whispered with a small smile.
"Move along," the grounder grunted, staring directly at Bellamy.
Bellamy hesitated for a moment, desperately wanting to stay longer. Thanks to a nudge from Miller, he finally turned away.
Just as they sat down at the furthest table, Miller looked Bellamy directly in the eye.
"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked, trying to read his strange expression.
"I got it," Miller whispered.
In complete disbelief, Bellamy looked under the table to see the key in Miller's hands.
"How? I thought you got caught," Bellamy asked, grabbing the key and stashing it in his pocket.
"I knew they were going to catch me so I hid it somewhere safe and made it look like I just stole some fruit. I think this is a spare so as long as we return it tonight, they won't know."
Bellamy stared at him in awe. He couldn't believe that his friend had sacrificed himself just so he could talk to his sister.
"Thank me later, because there's something else you should know. Clarke's here."
Bellamy's heart leaped out of his chest once he finally registered the words he had been waiting to hear for so long.
"Is she okay?"
Miller remained silent, considering his response.
"I think she's pregnant."
Bellamy suddenly felt dizzy as he remembered the night he had shared with Clarke. He tried to form a sentence, but nothing came out of his mouth. Taking the silence as a cue, Miller started retelling his encounter with Clarke. Absentmindedly, Bellamy traced the outline of the key in his pocket while he listened to every word.
For once, things had gone right. He just had to make the most of it.