Bellamy

"We had a pair of twins, a few years back." Nyko muttered as he held my daughter in his hands, her arms crossed in front of her chest, reclined face forward as he swung her gently. She had stopped crying, and was blinking at all of us in turn, eyeing us up. "They always slept together. Every night. First time they were separated, David wouldn't stop hollering on. "They were a bit older by then, so there was more we could determine, using what little communication they'd mastered. If there's nothing medically wrong, then it's anxiety. Ophelia is Ezra's protector. And now he is gone. She is anxious. This pose, it calms them, babies, I mean. It should help. Also, the scent of lavender, or peppermint is calming. I can bring you some tomorrow, to hang about her crib. Otherwise, give her a stuffed animal to hold. Should calm her enough for the little girl to fall asleep." He passed her to me, showing me how to hold her like that and clapped me on the shoulder.

"Thank you Nyko." I replied, nodding in his direction. "I can't tell you..." He nodded kindly, and taking Genevieve's hand in his, they left the Med Bay. I brought Ophelia's head to my lips and kissed her softly. "Thank God you're all right." I told her as I made my way back to my cabin, hoping the pair of us might still manage a few hours of sleep tonight. "I'm never going to let anything bad happen to you, or your brother, so this anxiety can stop now, all right?"

"Here." A gruff voice grunted from behind me. I turned slowly to find Murphy thrusting a raggedy elephant shaped toy in my direction. "A few of us went to the Ark the other day, to collect supplies, and see what we could use. Found Bert."

"Bert." I questioned. Murphy just shrugged.

"My mom's. Left him for me when she died. Don't know why I brought him back, but Raven says she needs a stuffed animal or something." He commented, gesturing to Ophelia. "I got one for her. Here." He gestured again, telling me to take the animal, and after I sized him up, attempting to figure out his true motive here, he finally signed and shook his head. "Clarke was really good to me when I didn't deserve it. Gave me all kinds of second chances and made sure no one treated me like shit because of mistakes I'd made. Her kid needs a stuffed animal. I got one that I ain't using. Just take the damn thing Bellamy." Slowly, I reached out with the hand that wasn't rocking my daughter close to my chest and took the elephant. I cautiously lay Ophelia back in her crib, and set the elephant next to her.

"This is Bert, Ophelia. He's a friend of Uncle Murphy's, okay? You can watch over him while you sleep." She was already reaching for the toy, hugging it close to her like she did with her brother. Funnily enough, the elephant toy was approximately the same size as Ezra, and it was amusing to watch her let her eyelids drop closed, holding the battered, but clearly loved toy. I turned back to Murphy. "Thanks, man. Really. I appreciate it. I owe you one."

"Nah. Just paying back a favor." Without another word he turned on his heel and stalked out of my cabin. I pulled the crib with my sleeping daughter closer to my bed, and lay down, her face tilted up towards where I looked down at her. How had I lived without her? I let my own eyes close, and quickly, sleep claimed me.

Abby

I didn't know what to make of Bellamy Blake; he was this amalgamation of mismatched parts. He'd shot the chancellor in cold blood. He'd broken the law countless times before that, protecting not only his mother and sister, which in itself was understandable, but also a myriad of other law breakers on the Ark for ration fraud, misuse of funded time, all kinds of misdemeanors. Then he's smuggled away down to Earth, to protect his sister. At which point he had tried to turn the entire group of delinquents against the Ark, and sabotage our experiment. Then he had helped to negotiate a treaty with the locals, saving the lives of his peers, as well as our own lives as we strove to land on Earth. But before that he'd destroyed the radio that could have made communication back to the Ark easier. Of course then he'd helped them turn their trackers into radios to contact us. And at some point in there, he'd gotten my daughter knocked up. I'd heard the stories, Clarke hadn't been his first Earthly conquest. But now... now I watched him protect her, look to her first, it almost seemed like he loved her. And he certainly loved his children. Which of course, he had encouraged my daughter to lie to me about. But last night, when I'd told him there was nothing to be done, he all but deployed a troop of people to go out and get help and he'd... he had sung to her. My heart was melting at the memory. All of my ideas about what a criminal, a man who'd shot the chancellor, a boy who had lied and cheated the government... they didn't seem to fit with a man who sang a song to his fussing infant in the middle of the night. He might not be the best fit for my daughter, but I couldn't deny that he was good for my grandkids. It looked like I was probably going to be stuck with him.

Clarke

I hoped Bellamy was having a better night than I was. Ezra wouldn't stop fussing unless I was actively holding him against my chest. Despite the fact that I was desperate to have a good night sleep before working towards the treaty, I eventually gave up, and sort of slept sitting up, my baby boys head against my chest. I much rather would have fallen asleep with my head against Bellamy's chest. When I finally did fall into a light sleep, I dreamed of him, and I dreamed of them. I dreamed of introducing Bellamy to my father, of us pushing the twins on a pair of swings. I dreamed of Bellamy tackling me into the tall grass and kissing me gently, us laughing all the while.

I dreamed of happiness.

A/N: I'm sorry this took me forever to update. I'm actually really stuck about where this should go. PLEASE send me some prompts/ideas or I'm gonna have to wrap this puppy up. THANKS to all who are reading and reviewing!