She said it while they were shopping. She said it as they were looking at baby clothes. She said it when he was holding a tiny pink dress.
"A princess dress for the daughter of my princess," he'd said, smiling.
"You're going to make an amazing dad," were the words that followed.
His smile dropped as his shoulders lifted in a small shrug. "Someday."
He went to put the dress back but she took it from him and placed it in the cart.
"How about in two months?" she asked.
He stared at her, shocked and confused. "Wha—"
"Bellamy, will you be my baby's father?"
Bellamy looked like he was going to fall over. "I—what?"
Clarke smacked her palm to her face. "I'm sorry. I'm doing this all wrong. I was going to do this later at home but you looked so cute holding that dress and everything. I'm so horrible."
"What are you saying?" Bellamy's face had turned white, his mind churning with all the possibilities of what Clarke was trying to say.
Clarke took his face in her hands. "I'm in love with you, Bellamy Blake. I'm pretty sure I have been for a long time. I want to raise this baby with you. I want you to help me choose her name. I want to marry you—"
"Marry me?" Bellamy interrupted. "Are you proposing to me?"
She leveled him with a look. "All those words and that is what you got from it?"
Bellamy wrapped his fingers around Clarke's wrists. "Whenever and wherever, Clarke Griffin. I've loved you since the day we met."
A/N: All we've got left is the epilogue! Thanks for reading!
