AN: A few warnings for this chapter. First off, there are references to abortion, nothing that goes into details in any way, but please be aware of that as you read. And if you're afraid of needles, there is a scene where blood is taken, so a heads up about that. Also, pretty explicit smut at the end, if you're not into that, you can skip the rest of the chapter when things start to heat up, though there is some dialogue and plot hidden in there as well

As always, I don't own anything relating to The 100

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Clarke hadn't realized that she was actually worrying Bellamy, or that Madi had noticed anything off with her, but when they gang up on her – yes, she knows they're not really, but she still feels a little betrayed – she finally admits that she should probably have her mom do a check-up.

At first, she really had thought it was just the after effects of the stomach bug, which had hit her harder than most and left her barely able to get out of bed for almost a week. Then she blamed working too hard, which she still thinks is the main contributing factor. But maybe there is something else, most likely iron deficiency like she explained to Bellamy when his voice almost broke on 'what if it's something bad'.

So when she gets to the med bay the next morning, she turns to Jackson. "Are you OK here for a while? I need to talk to my mom."

The room is almost empty, just two beds occupied at the moment, and Jackson assures them that he'll be fine.

"Is something wrong?" Abby asks after Clarke closes the door to one of the enclosed rooms they put in towards the back of the med bay for patients that need more privacy.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Clarke quickly assures her. "I've been tired lately, and last night, Bellamy and Madi sort of ganged up on me and ordered me to let you give me a check-up."

"Good," her mom says, opening a cabinet to get out a syringe and test tube. Luckily, the med bay on the Eligius ship had been well stocked with not only machines and medicines, but syringes and other equipment that they sterilize carefully so they can be re-used. "I was going to say something soon if you didn't come to me on your own."

So her mom has noticed too, great.

"I'm sure it's just iron deficiency or something," Clarke continues.

"Probably," Abby agrees, gesturing at Clarke to pull the sleeve of her shirt up. "Or some other deficiency, but if it is, we can look at your diet and change it so you get more of whatever it is you need."

"That's what I thought too," Clarke says as her mom slides the needle into the crook of her arm. She winces slightly, but keeps her arm relaxed as the blood starts filling the tube.

"I'll pop this in the machine and we should have the results in a few minutes," Abby says when she pulls the needle out, handing Clarke a clean rag to press against the pin-prick.

"OK, I'll just stay in here for now," she replies, carefully sitting down on the chair in the room. "I got a little light headed."

Abby squeezes her arm before leaving, and Clarke spends the next five minutes with her head leaning back against the wall, breathing deeply to get the room to stop spinning. She's just managed it when Abby opens the door again, a piece of paper in her hand and a frown on her face.

Clarke's stomach immediately drops as she realizes that maybe Bellamy was right to worry. Maybe it is something bad.

"Your poker face kind of sucks," she says, voice a little shaky, and her mom looks up. "What is it? What's wrong with me?"

"No, honey, there's nothing wrong with you," Abby assures her.

"Then what's with the face?"

"It's just… not the result I was expecting."

"So it's not iron deficiency?" Clarke's going from worried to annoyed quickly – why won't her mom just spit it out, whatever it is?

"Your iron levels are a little low, so we need to address that, though it's not the cause of your other symptoms but a symptom in itself." Abby pauses for a moment, as if trying to think of how best to say whatever it is she has to say. "Honey, the blood test came back positive for hCG."

Clarke just stares at her for a long moment.

"That's human chorionic gonadotropin," Abby expands, unnecessarily of course. Clarke knows what hCG is.

Her first thought is that she should have known. She should have recognized the symptoms, figured it out but… it's just not…

"But I still have my implant," she argues feebly.

"I know you do, and I'm not saying this test is absolute confirmation," her mom says, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "But like all technology, those implants are not infallible, I know of five… well, six cases where they failed, for no apparent reason that we could ever discern. And I'm sure there must have been more cases on the Ark that never got back to me, women who… took care of the problem themselves."

Clarke knows what she means – she's performed five abortions on women who have gotten pregnant despite their implants, and then there's Octavia.

"It's possible that the radiation wave during Praimfaya affected your implant somehow, or it just failed for some other reason. It doesn't really matter though, the end result is the same."

Clarke lets out a humorless laugh. "I thought the radiation would make me infertile, if it did anything."

"Well, let's be happy it didn't, OK? Is your period regular? When was the last one?"

"I… I haven't had any periods since we got here," Clarke says. "I thought it was the cryo, messing with my body. We were frozen for over a century!"

Abby doesn't let the small outburst shake her, just answers calmly. "Well, it probably was, in the beginning. Everyone experienced that. But all the women I've talked to about this started menstruating again between two and four months after we landed. The fact that you haven't had any periods probably means conception happened during your first ovulation. I'm assuming you and Bellamy have been having sex for… around four months?"

Clarke tries to do the math in her head. She was awake for two weeks before everyone else, so even if her period didn't return for four months, she should have still gotten it… almost two months ago. She looks down at her stomach, finding her hand already resting there, even though she has no memory of placing it there.

"Yeah, that sounds about right… What do we…" she starts, but has to clear her throat to be able to continue. "How can we find out for sure?" There's really no doubt in her mind anymore, but she has to know for absolute certain.

"I can do a vaginal exam, that will either confirm or deny it immediately," her mom says, and Clarke tries to focus on her voice. "But since we don't have your last period to use as a reference point, I'd like to do an ultrasound, that would let me get measurements so I can estimate how far along you are."

Clarke nods absentmindedly. "OK. Let's… let's do that. I need to talk to Bellamy first, though."

"Of course." Abby nods. "I'll get everything set up here, and you just come back when you've talked this through."

Clarke leaves the med bay, vaguely aware that Jackson gives her a worried look as she passes him.

She stops when she gets out in the open air, dragging in a few deep breaths and trying to focus on what she needs to do.

She knows Bellamy's working on the farm down in the valley, but she really doesn't think she'll make it down there right now. As if someone was listening, the door to Raven's workshop, just across from the med bay, opens and Murphy emerges.

"Murphy!" Clarke calls, and he looks up.

"Hey, Griffin," he greets, ambling over to her.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asks. "Can you go down to the farm and tell Bellamy that I'm looking for him?"

"I'm not some messenger for your booty calls," he grumbles.

"Please," she adds, and he takes a closer look at her.

"Are you OK?"

Clarke nods quickly. "I'm fine, really. Can you just get him for me? Tell him I'm at home, OK?"

He just nods before turning around and heading off in the direction of the valley, and Clarke wouldn't say that he runs, but he's definitely hurrying. Poor Murphy, she must have really freaked him out.

She makes her way back to their cabin slowly, mind whirling not with dizziness, which she's grateful for, but thoughts. She has no idea how she feels about this herself, so how will Bellamy take it? It's still so early, they've barely gotten used to their little family being just the two of them and Madi…

Bellamy must have run all the way from the farm, because he gets home just minutes after Clarke and is trying to catch his breath as he opens the door.

"What's wrong?" he pants out, eyes roaming over her as if he can spot the problem.

"You didn't have to run," she admonishes him.

"You sent Murphy to get me, and all he could tell me was 'I don't know, man, she didn't really look all that great'."

"I'm sorry, I just wasn't feeling up to walking all the way down there," she explains, pushing him down in one of the chairs and claiming the one next to it for herself. "I should have known Murphy would exaggerate."

Bellamy finally seems to have caught his breath and gives her a scrutinizing look. "So you're not dying?"

She shakes her head reassuringly. "I'm not. Actually… kind of the opposite."

He frowns at that. "What?"

Clarke takes a deep breath before she begins. "OK, so Mom ran some blood tests, and while I do have slightly lower iron levels than normal, the test also showed the presence of hCG." At his quizzical look, she continues. "It's a hormone that's produced in the female body during pregnancy."

The room is completely silent for a long moment as Bellamy opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again without speaking. Finally, he clears his throat. "But… I thought you had one of those implants."

"I do. Mom says it could have been fried in Praimfaya, or it could have just malfunctioned. Apparently, they do sometimes."

She doesn't have to say his sister's name to know that Octavia hangs in the air between them.

"So, what do we do now?" Bellamy asks after another silent moment, and Clarke launches into her mom's reasoning.

"Well, Mom said that we should probably do an ultrasound, to really confirm it. Also, since we can't figure out when it happened the normal way, she wants to use that to calculate how long I've been… pregnant."

She sees him repeat the word 'pregnant' silently, before running a hand through his hair.

"What do you mean 'the normal way'," he wonders.

"Well, to figure out when conception occurred, we would normally start with the first day of my last period and count ahead two weeks, which is when ovulation happens," she says, feeling like her medical textbook back on the Ark. "But I haven't had any periods since we got here, so it doesn't help. Mom thinks it must have happened the first time I ovulated after cryo, but she can't be sure when that was since that's varied for other women, between two and four months or so."

He looks like he might have a hundred other questions. "OK, so let's do the ultrasound, so we know," he says instead.

Clarke nods. "OK. Mom was setting it up when I left the med bay, so we can head over right away."

The walk through the settlement is quiet, Clarke glancing sideways at Bellamy every few steps, but his eyes are focused on the ground in front of him and his brows are furrowed. She can't read him at all right now, and it's completely terrifying.

Jackson's gone when they enter the med bay, possibly sent away by her mom to make them more at ease, and the two beds that were occupied earlier are now empty. Clarke vaguely hopes that the poor patients weren't sent home too early because of her. Abby smiles when she sees them. "Come on through here," she says, gesturing at another of the rooms along the back.

They follow her into the room and Clarke hops up on the examination able in the middle, leaning back and pulling her shirt up to expose her stomach before her mom even asks her to.

"Can you pull your pants down a little too?" Abby asks, grabbing the ultrasound wand that Clarke herself used on Diyoza more than once before Hope was born. Clarke does as she's told and keeps her eyes locked on her mom's hand as she presses the wand against her lower stomach.

She feels Bellamy take her hand in his and turns to face him. The look on his face is somewhere between fascination and terror, and she gives him a smile that she hopes is comforting.

"There we are."

At Abby's voice, they both turn their attention to her and the monitor beside her. The image on it is grainy, but there's no mistaking it – there's a baby there, body and head and arms and legs. All the bits and pieces.

Clarke struggles to suck in a breath, tears rising in her eyes, and feels Bellamy's fingers tighten around hers.

"Everything looks good," Abby continues. "The fetus is about four inches, which would put you at around fifteen weeks."

She flicks a switch on the side of the machine, and a fluttering sound fills the room.

"Is that… that's the heartbeat," Clarke realizes.

"It is. Good and strong, around 165 beats per minute, which is completely normal at this stage."

Abby leaves the monitor on for a while, moving the wand around to get a look from different angles, before turning it off and putting the machine away. Bellamy still hasn't said anything, but his hand remains wrapped around Clarke's like a vice.

"Now, I know this was a surprise for both of you," Abby says, back to them as she busies herself with arranging the ultrasound machine. "And while it might have been better if we caught this earlier, you do still have… options."

Clarke knows instantly what she means and her entire body revolts against it. She feels Bellamy tense next to her.

"I think we just need some time to get used to the idea," she tells her mom.

Abby turns back to them and nods. "Of course. But if you're worried about anything or if you have any questions, let me know, OK?"

"We will," Clarke assures her as she pulls her pants back up, slides her shirt down and hops down from the examination table.

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" Abby suggests. "Get some rest, talk this through."

Clarke offers her a weak smile. "Thanks, Mom."

She reaches for Bellamy's hand again, but he passes her and leaves the room without looking at her. Clarke frowns but follows him out through the med bay and back the same route they took not even half an hour ago.

His legs are longer than hers, so she doesn't manage to catch up to him until they're back at the cabin. She closes the door behind them, turning to find him disappearing through the door into their bedroom. Well, if he wants her to corner him…

He's standing on his side of the bed, his back to her, eyes fixed on the empty wall in front of him.

"I know you weren't expecting this, but you didn't have to just storm out of there," she says, voice small, as the gears slowly turn in her mind. Is he mad? Does he think she did this on purpose? That she's trying to trap him or something?

She wants to read his eyes, try to figure out what he's thinking, but he doesn't turn at her voice.

"Do you not want this?" he asks quietly after a moment.

"What?"

He finally turns around and meets her eyes, the raw emotions clearly visible in his almost making her take a step back. "Do you not want this? Because in the end, it's your body, your choice, right? I don't get a say."

She can't do anything but stare at him for a long moment. Where is this coming from? He was the one who just walked away, leaving her to hurry after him through the entire settlement…

"How can you think that? I…"

"You said we had to think about it!" he bursts out, running a hand through his hair in frustration and turning away from her again. "When your mom said… you said we had to think about it."

"I said we needed some time to get used to the idea!"

"It's the same thing."

"No, it's not!" She has to make him understand, has to find some way to explain. Desperately, she reaches for him, pulling him down by the hand until they're both sitting on the bed. He won't meet her eyes though, instead focusing on the floor. "Bellamy, look at me, please."

He reluctantly raises his eyes to hers, and all the emotions are still there, but muted now, as if he's already trying to push them away, to prepare for what he thinks she's about to say. She still doesn't know how he jumped so quickly to that conclusion, but she can't let him think that.

"Look…" she starts, trying to find the right words. "I wasn't expecting this, so it's been a bit of a shock, OK? And don't say it wasn't for you too, I saw the look on your face when I told you what my mom said."

He lets out a huff. "Fine, yes, it was a surprise. But not…"

"I'm not done," she interrupts him before he can get worked up again. "Yes, it was a shock. But don't you ever, not even for a moment, think that I don't want this. I want it so much it scares me."

Finally, the look in his eyes softens and he shifts so he's facing her directly, taking her other hand in his as well and squeezing lightly. "Why?"

Clarke looks down on the bed between them, their entwined hands, trying to collect her thoughts.

"I was never… back on the Ark, I never really wanted kids, not in any concrete way, anyway. I knew I'd probably have one at some point, since that was what was expected of me – grow up, become a doctor, get married and have a kid. Contribute to the survival of the human race or whatever. But it was just something… abstract, nothing I really thought about.

Then I was thrown in solitary, and we were sent down here and I can honestly say that it didn't cross my mind. I didn't think I'd make it to nineteen, let alone to a point in my life where I would even consider bringing a child into it. And even later, after Praimfaya, when I had Madi, it was still some not-quite-real possibility way in the future that I never thought about. Maybe I was afraid to, I didn't know what the radiation might have done to my body, maybe it wasn't even possible for me anymore. So I didn't think about it. And then we came here, and you… maybe I should have started thinking about it, I don't know. But we've been so busy, and everything still feels so up in the air and I just… didn't."

She pauses for a moment, lifting her gaze to his face again, needing to see the look in his eyes. His head is tilted slightly to the side and he's watching her with an open expression, full of love. It makes her heart soar and her stomach twist and her eyes water all at the same time.

"But then I saw that… that person, this tiny human being that we made, on that screen, and I heard the heartbeat and I… I wanted it so bad, more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life, it was like I couldn't breathe. And there were all these emotions just running haywire inside me and, yeah, part of me was terrified… because there's so much that can go wrong. What if I can't… what if I'm not a good mom? I've done so many bad things, I just…"

"Hey, hey, no," Bellamy cuts her off, shaking his head. "Don't even go there. We've put all of that behind us, remember? And what do you mean that you wouldn't be a good mom? You already are, you're a great mom, just ask Madi."

"But it's not the same," she insists. "She was six when I found her, she had already been surviving all on her own for months. Sure, I took care of her, but she took care of me too, in a way."

"It's not the same," he agrees. "But that doesn't mean it'll be worse in some way. Maybe it can be even better?"

Clarke's not quite sure she believes that just yet, but she nods anyway.

"Come here." She feels him tug on her hands and willingly moves into his lap, his arms going around her tightly. "I'm sorry I said you didn't want to do this."

"It's OK," she assures him. "I was kind of starting to wonder if you didn't, it felt like you were pulling away from me."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I made you think that." His lips graze her temple and she leans into the touch.

"I'm sorry I said that thing about needing time," she replies. "I just meant that it would take some time before we got used to the idea, not that I wanted to think about…" She can't finish the sentence, but she thinks he understands.

"And it will," Bellamy says. "I know I still can't quite believe it."

"Yeah, me neither." She moves her head a little so she can bury her face against his neck and breathe him in, and he runs a hand up and down her back in a soothing motion. "I love you." She's not sure he can actually hear her since the words are spoken into his skin, but she feels his arms tighten around her even more.

"I love you, so, so much."

They sit like that for a long moment, breathing in synch, before Bellamy speaks again.

"I have thought about it."

Clarke pulls back a little to look at him. "You have?"

He shrugs. "I never used to, back on the Ark. The whole thing with O, I knew the main focus of my life would always be keeping her safe, hidden. Couldn't exactly bring another person into that, so no kids for me. It honestly didn't even feel like a sacrifice, I wouldn't have wanted to bring a child into that world, the way things were up there…" He pauses and lets out a breath. "But then we weren't on the Ark anymore… I mean, I haven't been thinking about it in a real, let's get working on that kind of way or anything, but… yeah. Seeing you with Madi, I've thought about it."

She's not sure if it's intentional, but she picks up on what he's not quite saying – that it hasn't just been an abstract concept to him, the idea of maybe, someday, having kids with someone. He's thought about having them with her.

He's still watching her, eyes incredibly soft, and she does the only thing she can – she leans in and kisses him, soft, almost chaste at first, but he soon deepens it, pulling her flush against him, and she feels a tug on something deep inside her.

Right, she thinks. Fifteen weeks, second trimester – heightened libido.

Not wanting the moment to go to waste – when do they ever have time to themselves in the middle of the day? – she trails one hand up his chest to wrap around his neck, burying her fingers in his curls.

She feels his hands flex against her back and then he lets out a long breath that she takes as encouragement.

Their position is really awkward, with her sideways in his lap, so she breaks the kiss to be able to move so she has one knee on either side of his legs instead, which puts them face to face.

"Hi," she says quietly, leaning in so their noses are touching but nothing else.

"Hey," he replies, sliding his hands down to her hips and squeezing.

She closes the last of the distance between them, sighing into the kiss when he immediately deepens it.

Their lips just move together lazily for a long moment, Bellamy's hands staying on her hips, squeezing occasionally, and hers tangled in his hair. Soon enough, though, she wants more, needs more, so she slides her hands over his shoulders and down his chest so she can tug his shirt loose and slip one hand under the material, her fingers trailing over his stomach in a way that makes him press her closer and buck his hips up against her. She pushes down against him at the same time, moaning into his mouth at the feeling.

Desperate to feel his skin against hers, she grabs the hem of his shirt and tugs it up, breaking their kiss so she can pull it all the way off before getting rid of her own. Bellamy's hands immediately go to her back, struggling with her bra for a moment before he gets it off and can cup her breasts in his hands, squeezing slightly.

Clarke hisses a little at the feeling, a mix of pleasure and pain. He immediately freezes. "What's wrong?"

"They're just a little sore," she replies – another thing she probably should have noticed. "It's OK, just not too hard."

He gently runs the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, making her arch her back into the touch.

"This OK?"

"Uh huh, that's… oh God."

The feeling goes straight to her core and for a moment she thinks she might come just from this, before the tension eases a little. Bellamy's watching her, eyes dark and hooded.

"That close, huh?" he mumbles, voice rough, before leaning forward to take one nipple into his mouth. He sucks just lightly, much less pressure than he normally uses, but it's absolutely perfect right now.

Clarke slides a hand into his hair again, fingers wrapping around his curls in what she's sure is almost a painful grip to keep him in place.

His hand, meanwhile, ventures further south, where he deftly unbuttons her pants and slides a hand inside, finger tracing her slit for a moment before he finds the bundle of nerves just above it.

Clarke can immediately feel her orgasm coming on and tries to pull away from his fingers.

"No, no, not yet," she manages to gasp out.

He lets his teeth graze her breast before releasing it and looking up at her, an almost disappointed expression on his face. "Why not?"

"I just… I want you inside me."

Bellamy just chuckles. "Going to have to get up for that one, I'm afraid."

He's right, of course, so she quickly stands up and pulls her pants and underwear off in one motion. He does the same before pulling her flush against him, running his hands down her side a few times and making her shiver.

"Lie down," he whispers into her ear, but Clarke shakes her head, pushing him down on the bed in the same position as before climbing into his lap again.

"Like this," she murmurs, inclining her hips so her folds slide against his hard length.

Bellamy groans at the feeling, his hands running up her back and holding her against him as he leans forward to kiss her. She kisses him back eagerly, repeating the movement of her hips a few times before sliding her hand between them to position him at her entrance.

But he grabs her wrist before she reaches her goal. "Wait."

"What?" Her brain is muddled, heart racing and breath coming in shallow gasps, and she can't understand what he's doing.

"Are you sure this is OK?" he asks, voice shaking slightly.

"OK? What do you mean…"

"Is it safe, I mean? For the baby?"

It's the first time he's said the word, and Clarke feels tears rise in her eyes. Stupid hormones. "Yes," she assures him.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he insists. "What if…"

"Do you want to ask my mom about it?" she cuts him off. Yes, it's adorable that he's worried, but she's horny, damn it!

Bellamy's entire body shudders at her suggestion. "God, no."

"Well, then you're either going to have to trust me, or we won't be having sex for the next eight or nine months," she concludes.

He frowns. "Eight or nine months? But your mom said, what, fifteen weeks? That's almost four months, so shouldn't it be another five months before it's born?"

"More like six," Clarke corrects him. "A normal pregnancy is 40 weeks, so 25 weeks left. And if you think we're having sex right after I push something the size of those red fruits that grow down by the lake out of my vagina, you are sorely mistaken."

Bellamy winces. "Sorry about that."

"Not… just your fault. So, what's it going to be?" She punctuates her question with another grinding motion of her hips at the same time as she leans down to suck a bruise into his shoulder. "No sex for months and months, or are you going to trust that I know what I'm talking about?" His hand flexes against her hip as she trails her lips up his throat to whisper in his ear. "I can even draw you a diagram, show you where everything goes, so you can see that you won't get anywhere near the baby, no matter how deep you fuck me."

He groans into her shoulder and she knows she's won the argument when he slips a hand between them to wrap around himself. She rises up a little so she can finally sink down on him.

"Oh fuck…" she gasps when he hits that sweet spot deep inside her.

They stay still for what feels like minutes, enjoying the first moments of being joined together like this, before Clarke rises up until he almost slips out of her and then sinks back down. Soon they've found their rhythm where he thrusts up into her as she pushes down on him, and before long, she's right on the edge again, this time tumbling over it with one final rub of Bellamy's thumb against her clit. She can tell that he must be close too, by the way he doesn't slow his thrusts as she comes down from her climax, and her muscles have barely stopped convulsing before his hips buck one last time and then stills as he spills inside her.

He moves them more towards the middle of the bed before collapsing onto his back, and Clarke follows suit, burying her head against his shoulder, his dick still deep inside her slowly softening.

So far, this pregnancy sex thing is pretty amazing.

AN: So here is my take on the contraceptive implants that have been mentioned on the show, though just (correct me if I'm wrong) one time, in episode 1, season 3 where Jackson tells Abby that they have people waiting to have theirs removed. This obviously didn't develop into anything plot wise, so I can only assume it was thrown in there to explain why none of the girls got pregnant at the Dropship, despite a hundred horny teenagers and no adult supervision… So when girls hit puberty on the Ark, they get a life-long contraceptive implant. I know this technology doesn't exist at the moment, but I actually think it makes sense with the show – why would you need to have an implant removed if it's just good for 4-5 years? I'm not sure why anyone would have wanted to remove it either, honestly, at that point in the show, was there some sort of re-population plan we weren't told about? Anyway, it also fits with Monty and Harper just having the one kid (I know there could be other reasons for this as well). When a woman is married, or at least in some sort of Ark approved relationship, she can apply to have the implant removed temporarily so she can have one child. After that, it's put back in, or another one is, and not removed until it's no longer biologically needed. They obviously don't sterilize women once they've had a kid (see Octavia), but I doubt the Ark, which executes people for having more than one child, would leave birth control up to the people themselves. Obviously (again, Octavia) this technology isn't completely reliable, which I've taken advantage of in this fic ;)

On another note – this fic has been completely unbeta'd, and I think it's been OK (I hope there haven't been any blatant errors at least). I'm working on a new story, though, and I would really like a beta for it, since it's a bit more multidimensional and the time aspect is a little tricky and sometimes gives me a headache. Would anyone be interested in helping me out? Or give me a hint on where I can find a beta? Someone from the US (and can pick up on all the little cultural mistakes I undoubtedly make) would be perfect and, if possible, someone who has lived or currently live in New York, where a lot of the story takes place. I've been there a couple of times, and I'm using a lot of Google Maps, but input from a local would be amazing!