Chapter Eight
"Twenty four hours till the lottery. It's hard to keep waiting."
Bellamy speaks the words to Miler. Miller is on duty now, and Bellamy walks with him as he does his rounds, walking the corridors.
"Haven't heard anyone else say they want to enter," Miller says. "So you and Clarke should be clear. Three couples for three spots."
"You never know though," Bellamy says. "Sepetys and Aaron could say they want back in. Or another duo might come up."
"I can't even think of anyone else who has seemed interested though," Miller says with a small shake of his head.
"Well…" and Bellamy runs down the list, going through most of Skaikru's population, listing out almost everyone who is younger than Abby and Kane.
At one point, Miller chuckles.
"What?" Bellamy asks, though the edges of his lips curl up a bit.
"Just thinking about the lengths some people go to. To find a way to get together without saying that they like each other."
Bellamy apparently is in more of a teasing than analytical mood right now. He's clearly not about to open his heart to Miller. "We can't all have perfect relationships like you and Jackson," he jokes.
"Apparently not," Miller says, giving it right back to him.
Miller doesn't mind the teasing. He's just so grateful that Jackson is okay. He remembers the hours after Jackson woke up from the coma. Miller remained by his side holding his hand until Abby told both men that Jackson needed rest and reminded him not to talk or exert himself too much. Once Jackson was released from med bay, he took it easy for a few days at Abby's insistence. Miller brought him food and even gave him a sponge bath so he wouldn't have to exert himself in the shower. Jackson had giggled, 'You're such a good nurse.' Miller had smiled, 'A new job for me someday.' Jackson would insist on getting exercise, and they'd walk the hallways a bit, with Jackson holding onto Miller. Mostly they hung out inside their room, Miller holding the old tablet and reading from his latest stories to Jackson.
He and Bellamy are quiet for a few moments as they walk, and then Miller asks Bellamy, "Hey, crazy idea. If a fourth couple does decide to enter the lottery….can't you just decide to allow four couples to go forward with the baby thing instead of three?"
Bellamy is silent for a second, so Miller continues, "I mean, hell, you and Clarke and Abby are three-fifths of the Council. And I'm sure Kane and Raven would agree anyway. So why not? Who's to stop you?"
"We've thought about it," Bellamy says, with a shrug that might be forced. "We like to stick to our word though. We said three. Our farms and air filters are doing well but…what if we're wrong? We thought three was a good, conservative number to start with." He pauses. "If all goes well, maybe next year we can allow more than three spots. So if Clarke and I don't get a place this year…." He lets his voice trail off.
"Makes sense," Miller allows. "Well, let's just hope then. That no one else enters the lottery. And let's just hope that you and Clarke get out of denial about your feelings for each other by the time the kid says 'Mama'!"
Bellamy throws Miller a look, and Miller responds with a grin.
"Are you doing too much of the work? Sometimes I feel like I'm just laying on my back the whole time."
Niylah smiles as Octavia says the words. Niylah knows she has been doing a lot of smiling lately.
"Kind of hot, isn't it?" Niylah murmurs. "You on your back and me tending to your every need…"
"Am I that bad?" Octavia groans, tilting her head back against the pillow.
"Bad? I'm enjoying every second of it." Niylah then takes a breath and adds, seriously now, "But anytime you want to mix things up, I'm ready and willing. We certainly have the time."
"Good," Octavia says. She turns over just a bit so she can more easily stroke Niylah's arm. "Someday then."
Niylah looks down for a few seconds, debating whether or not to ask the question. She decides to just ask it. "Do you miss…any aspects of being with a man?" Her voice is soft and serious.
Octavia is apparently not having the more somber tone Niylah is taking. "Were you paying attention during all the orgasms I've been having? The answer is no, I don't miss anything!" she answers with a hearty laugh.
"Just had to ask," Niylah says, tilting her head. "I wondered."
"Well….stop wondering," Octavia says and raises her eyebrows in a look that can be described as almost goofy. Niylah looks at the expression on her face and surmises that it harkens back to the 16 year old Octavia who first set foot on earth just over a year ago – or the even younger Octavia who daringly went to a masquerade party and paid dearly for it. Niylah has only heard about this Octavia, first from Clarke and lately from Octavia herself. Although life on the Ark is full of sorrow now – and still contains peril as Kara Cooper has proven – it's much easier than it had been before Praimfaya. Niylah now knows all of what Octavia went through since her boots first touched the earth. If nothing else, these past few months have been so much easier that perhaps they've allowed shades of the younger, more carefree Octavia to emerge again.
Niylah guesses it would be prideful to assume that she herself has had anything to do with that.
Later, both women are dressed and are sitting at Octavia's desk, working on a puzzle from Mount Weather. The pieces are soft and its colors are faded but the puzzle is enjoyable. Niylah no longer cares in the slightest when she uses a puzzle or wears a piece of clothing that came from the Mountain. They tried to exterminate her people, and they themselves were exterminated. Niylah can almost smile at the knowledge that she herself has outlasted every single one of the hated Mountain Men.
But speaking of surviving, Niylah has another question to ask Octavia. "I still wonder," she begins, "if I can…come out. Of this room. Jaha's dead. Cooper's on reduced rations. The lottery to see which three couples will be allowed to have babies is taking place tomorrow. Skaikru has the room for one more person….it's quite clear."
Octavia doesn't meet her eyes, keeping her gaze focused on the puzzle. "I still worry," she says.
"Every member of the Council is…a friend." Niylah runs down the list, her voice insistent now, "The Council is made up of your brother, the woman he plans to have a child with – who was also a good friend of mine, her mother, your brother's friend Raven, and Kane who has been something of an uncle to you and Bellamy. I just can't see that they'd…float us for what we've done."
"It's everyone else I'm worried about," Octavia admits, twirling a puzzle piece in her fingers. "What if the Council agrees to let you just live among us, and people get angry? Their friends and relatives were left outside to die. And you know what Cooper did. There's plenty of crazy on this Ark."
"There are so few people though…I think the guard can control them." She shakes her head. "I can't think that more than one or two bad apples like Cooper is really going to even care if I'm let out." She then adds, "And you said it yourself that people are so bored that they are writing their own plays and making music. Maybe having a new person to interact with might…spice up their lives a bit."
Octavia is silent for several moments as she continues to twirl the puzzle piece. She doesn't meet Niylah's eyes. "It's too risky. I don't want to take that chance." She pauses and looks at Niylah. "I'm not going to risk losing you." She brushes a strand of Niylah's hair to the side and pulls Niylah in for a kiss.
Niylah eagerly returns the kiss. Octavia is not wrong, Niylah tells herself – there definitely would be a risk if Niylah made her presence known. And now that Octavia is her lover, Niylah certainly has much more to look forward to than she did before. She could even say that her days have more contentment and joy than she'd ever expected.
But staying cooped up inside this room is starting to grate on Niylah as well.
"So just a reminder, everyone. Tomorrow right before breakfast, we'll hold the lottery. Are there any questions?"
Abby makes the announcement at dinner. Skaikru listens but no one asks questions. Those who had questions have already asked them, weeks ago.
When the Council had met earlier today, they'd considered adding something onto the announcement, words to the effect of 'As of right now we only have three entrants, so let us know if you want to be added.' But they decided to leave it alone – and hope that no one else comes forward.
It's going to be a long 17 hours, Bellamy tells himself. Clarke meets his gaze and smiles at him. Her expression gives him a pleasant buzz of happiness. But then he muses how hard it will be if, 17 hours from now, she's frowning because someone else has entered the lottery. And they've failed to win one of the three coveted spots.
After the evening's movie, Clarke and Bellamy walk together to their rooms.
"If all goes well, we'll be moving in together tomorrow," Clarke says.
Bellamy can't help but to smile and he knows his heart is dancing a bit. "Let's hope." He pauses. "I'm really hoping that no one sleeps on it tonight and decides that they are ready to become a parent after all."
"Well, even if they do…we still have decent odds of winning one of the spots."
Bellamy looks at her. "You seem cheery."
"I'm gonna be optimistic right now. It can't hurt."
"You're right."
They hug outside of Bellamy's room and he enters it. They've been doing a lot of hugging lately and he is glad for it. But as he undresses for bed, he asks himself how well he's going to be able to sleep tonight. Getting under the covers, he reminds himself that he's had plenty of sleepless nights in his lifetime. As the minutes plod by and he's still awake, he starts making a mental list. He has spent nights worrying about Octavia (which he still does now, but not nearly as much). He has spent nights missing his mother, worrying about getting floated for shooting Jaha, agonizing over how to run a group of 100 delinquents, fearing attacks by grounders….The list goes on. It's too long and he hasn't even gotten to Mount Weather yet. But Bellamy reminds himself that his current preoccupation is small and some might say trivial. He wants no one else to enter the lottery tomorrow, he wants to get the chance to…make a baby – for lack of a better term – with Clarke. He wants this so badly and he wants it more than he can remember wanting anything else.
The hours meander by, and at long last Bellamy falls asleep.
In the morning, Clarke is there at the usual time; they often walk to breakfast together. And today, Abby and Kane are with her too. As they walk, Bellamy has to smile. He knows Abby and Kane's presence simply indicates that this is a special day, but he almost envisions Abby saying 'Now go win this lottery so you can make a baby with my daughter!'
In any case, Bellamy is glad to see Abby and Kane looking happy and having something to look forward to. He knows that the loss of Jaha still hurts them - especially Abby since it was on her operating table that he died. If the prospect of becoming grandparents gives them something to take their mind off of that, then Bellamy is happy for it.
"Has anyone heard anything?" Kane asks as they head for the mess hall. He adds to clarify, though it's not needed, "About anyone else entering the lottery?"
The answers are a chorus of "no's". Abby adds, "We just have to keep in mind that we don't know what to expect. Someone might speak up at the last minute and decide they want in. Strange things can happen."
"I know," Clarke says.
"I'd thought life here was getting fairly….dull," Kane adds glumly. "And then Kara Cooper happened."
Abby takes Kane's hand and says, "Just to remind us not to take anything for granted. I'm so glad you're okay."
"I had the best doctor taking care of me."
Bellamy looks at Clarke and sees that her facial expression mirrors his. And perhaps she subconsciously mirrors her mother as she reaches for Bellamy's hand and holds it. He's glad to hold it and hopes his palm isn't damp.
The quartet enters the mess hall. They take their seats at their table and wait for the rest of Skaikru to filter in. Most folks arrive promptly at mealtimes; most stomachs are fairly insistent by the time they are allowed to eat. The rest of the group that dines at Bellamy's table – Octavia, Miller, Jackson, and Raven – soon arrives and sits with them. They chat a bit about inconsequential things, and Bellamy tries to lose himself in the conversation. The small team that wrote up a play says they plan to put on their first production in two weeks, and Miller chats animatedly about what he's heard of it. "At first they said it was going to be a tragedy, but yesterday Matossi said it'll be a drama, not a tragedy," Miller adds. "I just don't want a sad ending."
"Who does?" Raven adds.
As soon as Bellamy glances at the time and sees it switch from 0959 hours to 1000 hours, he exchanges a glance with Clarke and then with Kane. As chancellor, Kane stands up.
"Alright," Kane addresses the group. His tone is serious but with a bit of happiness since this is a pleasant topic. "It's time for the lottery. As of last evening, three couples have officially entered the lottery for the three spots. So," he says, spreading his arms, "do we have any other entrants?"
Bellamy is almost afraid to look around the room but he does. He wills people to remain quiet and stay in their seats. He forces himself to take a breath. He looks at Clarke.
"No?" Kane asks, and then waits another beat or two. He then smiles. "Alright, we're set then." He names Clarke and Bellamy and the two other couples and tells them to report to med bay after breakfast to have their implants removed.
A few people cheer, though the cheers are somewhat restrained. Miller slaps Bellamy on the back, and their table joins the rest of Skaikru to line up for their food.
Once the group has their trays and is seated back down, the discussion turns to some of the most pleasant topics they've had since Praimfaya. Clarke reminds the group that they aren't out of the woods yet; they have no idea if she and Bellamy will run into fertility problems. "Not everyone is able to just…make a baby," Clarke says insistently. "And sometimes it can take a while."
"Okay," Abby says, "I won't start knitting baby clothes yet."
Bellamy can't help but to grin.
"Take it easy the rest of the day. Doctor's orders."
Abby gives these orders to Clarke and Bellamy once both of their implants are successfully removed. The procedure was, from Bellamy's perspective, fairly quick and simple. He and Clarke have now been officially released from med bay but told "no lifting, no strenuous activity – nothing but rest" for the remainder of the day.
"Fine," Clarke says, fastening her jacket. "But we are moving in together, like we planned."
"Get Miller or someone to help you with anything heavy," Abby orders.
"Come on, Mom," Clarke says with a smile. "Bellamy doesn't have anything other than clothes and two overdue library books."
"Three," Bellamy says, unable to resist joking a bit. "And they're not overdue – although we don't have a librarian so we're completely on the honor system. But Clarke, let's listen to your mom. Never in my life have I been ordered to relax before. I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth."
"Fine. Maybe we can head to my room – our room now – put our feet up and ask someone to read to us."
Jackson steps in, "The group that's working on the play is doing a rehearsal before dinner. You could watch them," he offers.
Clarke and Bellamy exchange a look. "I don't know," Bellamy says. "I kind of want to be surprised on opening night." He looks at Jackson, "But if Miller has any new stories that he wants to share, we're up for that."
"I just wish they'd come out and say it. Admit their feelings to each other. Is Clarke gonna be in labor before they say it?"
Miller makes the remark to Jackson as the two men sit on the bed inside their room. All birth control implants have been removed and Jackson is taking a break, radio perched on the nightstand in case anyone needs him. The procedures all went very smoothly though.
Miller was hoping that Jackson might smile at the sarcastic comment, but the doctor appears to be in a pensive mood. "Not admitting how they feel about each other must be doing something for them. They're protecting themselves, I guess," Jackson says.
Silent for a few moments, Miller then places a hand on Jackson's thigh. "So…are we idiots then? For not protecting ourselves?" Miller's voice is gentle. "Seeing you in that coma…it was horrible. Not knowing if you'd ever wake up."
"I guess that's just the risk we take. We have to believe that it's all worth it in the end. It's hard to go through life alone." Jackson takes a breath. "But listen – I need to tell you something. I'm angry at Cooper. Like horribly angry."
"I figured as much. You pulverized that punching bag in our last session." Miller shakes his head. "You sure didn't seem like a man who'd been in a coma recently."
"I keep asking myself…what if she had succeeded? She meant to get you, not me. What if you and Kane had died?" He pauses. "I can't go anywhere near that brig because part of me wants to throttle her. Doesn't that go against everything I was taught? I've always tried to be peaceful."
"I think it's okay to be angry," Miller says with a shrug. "I was furious at the people inside Mount Weather. They wanted me dead. I stood there while Jasper hacked one of them with an ax." He's quite for several moments. He then adds, "Probably is best if you avoid that brig though."
"Well, you know, some folks are arguing that Cooper should get counseling." Jackson turns his gaze to look out the window as he talks. "Randall and I are the only people who have experience as therapists. I'm obviously not going to do it….and part of me wants to tell Randall not to waste his time." He takes a breath. "I know that's not my call though."
"Yeah, I don't know about that counseling situation," Miller says thoughtfully. "But she's not gonna get executed, so maybe if it can someday make her be a less-evil person. Rehabilitation and all that. I don't know…." He lets his voice trail off. And then he waits a bit before gently patting Jackson's leg. "But I still say it's totally normal and okay to be angry. You know, just take it out on a good target. Like you did with that punching bag yesterday."
Jackson nods. Miller keeps looking at him. He wonders if Jackson is afraid of this new side of himself – and if Miller himself should be afraid of this new development too.
Moving in together was as easy and uneventful as Clarke had promised her mother it would be. Octavia insisted on helping carry Bellamy's belongings from his room to Clarke's, and it is now official. Bellamy and Clarke share a room.
Her room is identical to the one he left, other than the fact that it's flipped so the window is on the other side. Not that any window provides much of a view nowadays. The desert landscape is uniform and barren. Sometimes there are sandstorms, other time there is just wind, and other times it's stagnant. But as far as the eye can see, it's all sand and dust and the color beige. At least when the Ark was in space there were views of stars, the sun, the blue and green planet. The only beautiful views now, Bellamy thinks, are those of Clarke herself and the drawings she creates.
Bellamy and Clarke hold to the promise they made Abby today. They spend the rest of the day quietly, Clarke working on some drawings while Bellamy reads. Their friends and family stop by periodically to make sure they are okay.
"How do you feel?" Bellamy asks Clarke once Abby has finished making her housecall. "I know you told your mom you were fine but I just wanted to check."
"I meant it," Clarke says. "Maybe a bit more tired than I'd usually be – and definitely not up to any combat training right now. But I'm fine."
Bellamy nods. He had truthfully told Abby that he felt a bit sore but was otherwise well. By the time he and Clarke head to the mess hall for dinner and the daily movie, Bellamy tells the others that he's feeling good and the soreness is gone.
Sitting next to Clarke during the movie, Bellamy wishes the film would hurry up and finish. It seems to be progressing even more slowly than the first time he saw it. Bellamy thinks about what will happen after the movie. He and Clarke will return to their room. They will share one bed.
He knows nothing else will occur besides sleeping. Abby told them that it can take days or weeks for the implants' effectiveness to wear off so they shouldn't expect to be able to conceive anytime soon. Bellamy isn't sure if he's relieved or disappointed. But he reasons that this gives him more time to get used to things like sleeping in the same bed as Clarke and showering in the same shower. Getting dressed in the same room. And getting undressed.
It will just become normal, Bellamy tells himself as he and Clarke walk towards their room. Routine. Nothing to worry about.
"I'm ready for bed," Clarke announces once the door closes. "Raven offered to take my kitchen shift tomorrow morning but I feel fine."
"May as well get some sleep so you're good and ready for it," Bellamy says, nodding.
"So, uh…what do you usually wear to bed?"
"Just my shorts. Unless I'm cold. But, uh, I have sweatpants and T-shirts." Bellamy knows he's stating the obvious now. "I could wear more if you'd like."
"No, that's fine – I was just wondering," Clarke says. "I usually just wear a T-shirt and my underwear. Did you want me to cover up more?"
"No. Do whatever makes you comfortable." Bellamy says the words but has to admit that just hearing Clarke refer to her undergarments is sparking a reaction in him. Aren't I supposed to be sore and recovering from minor surgery? he asks himself.
"Okay. So, uh, should we turn off the light and get to bed?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good."
Clarke switches the light off. As per usual, a dim emergency light near the floor then switches on so that the room isn't plunged into pitch darkness. If one thing on the Ark could've been termed a success, Bellamy would say these emergency lights have always deserved a shout-out. They cast a warm glow over the room. The window screen is up too, but it's dark outside without any moonlight, so he appreciates the gentle glow from the emergency lights even more.
Without further ado, he and Clarke undress and slip under the covers. Bellamy adjusts himself so that he's as far to one side as he can be without falling off. He settles in and tries to sleep. He tells his mind to calm down, his body to calm down, and tries to think placid thoughts.
"You sleep on your stomach?"
Clarke asks the question after a minute or two. Bellamy can only describe her tone as playful.
"Yeah," he says, turning his head to face her. "What, why's it funny?"
"Nothing. It's just…doesn't it hurt your back?"
"No. It's comfortable," Bellamy says. He returns Clarke's light tone; he's bemused that she's even asking.
"But…having to sleep face down with your head turned to one side…that puts strain on your neck. And your shoulders. It strains your spine…" She sounds sincerely worried.
"What, are you worried our kid is gonna grow up with a curved spine?" Bellamy laughs. "I don't think sleeping positions are genetic."
"I don't know, I just want you to be comfortable."
And suddenly, Clarke is there, right next to Bellamy. She has moved herself to 'his' side of the bed.
"Should we practice?" she asks simply.
Clarke asks the question, and Bellamy tries to absorb what his ears just heard.
"P-practice not sleeping on our stomachs?" he stumbles out.
"No. Practice making a baby. I know the hormones from the implants are still in our system but…well, sometimes I've found that it's awkward the first time with a new partner. It takes a while to get into a rhythm."
He slowly turns onto his side so he faces her directly. He truly does not know if it was hard for her to make this offer or not. He knows that despite his not-insubstantial sexual experience, he would just tremble at the idea of asking Clarke if she wanted to have sex. And his emotions are wrecking havoc through his system right now so he can't really pick up on how she feels or what signs she's giving. He can detect that she made the request somewhat straightforwardly and she seems confident – but again, with his heart beating so loudly right now, he has no idea if her confidence is faked or not. He's too awed at what his ears just heard.
"Yeah," he says simply. "It never works the way it does in the movies. It can take a while before two people really get it down." He makes himself take a breath. "We could start practicing."
"If you're not too sore."
"I'm not." And then he forces out a joke, "And laying on my stomach for a few minutes didn't hurt my back that much, thank goodness."
Clarke giggles at that. Bellamy again takes a second to process that. She giggles.
"Should we start by practicing kissing?" Clarke asks. She is slowly repositioning herself so that she's leaning into Bellamy, as he is gently nudged onto his back.
"It's not necessary for the conception of a baby," Bellamy says. "But it might help facilitate the act."
"You sound like one of my medical textbooks," Clarke says.
"Do you find that hot?" Again Bellamy has no idea how these words are coming out of his mouth or what Clarke's reaction will be. But he thinks her reaction will be positive.
It is. "Yes," she says firmly.
And with that, she places her lips over his.
Bellamy cannot believe this is happening. As Clarke's lips and tongue dance with his own, he starts to feel almost lightheaded. True – yes – they had decided earlier that the conception would not take place inside med bay. So the logical conclusion is that something like this would happen sooner or later. But Bellamy still cannot believe it's happening. He sincerely wonders, for a second or two, whether any of the drugs he was given today contain hallucinogenic properties.
The kissing intensifies. Bellamy is slow with his hands, careful not to grab. He does bring one of his hands behind Clarke's neck and shoulders. The other he gingerly begins to allow to roam, and she doesn't seem to object. In fact, she seems to enjoy doing some touching of her own in between and during her passionate kisses. She moves her mouth a bit, placing kisses on his chin and his neck.
"Can I lick you?" he whispers. He doesn't know if this might cross a line but he tries to listen to what his heart is telling him and what all of Clarke's signals so far seem to be saying.
Clarke seems to hesitate now though. She leans back a bit.
"What is it?" he asks gently. "Oh wait…female orgasm isn't required for conception? Is that why you're hesitating?"
"No," Clarke laughs. "I mean, yes you're right but. It's – uh- just that I've only been with a man a few times before and I never really mastered blowjobs. I'm terrible at it. And, uh, I'd hate to not be able to reciprocate."
"Well, we did say we're just practicing, right? So how about we file blowjobs under 'advanced' and not worry about reciprocating today? Or even next week. We have plenty of time to get to the advanced level."
Bellamy is somewhere between thrilled, awed, and shocked at Clarke's reaction. She clearly loves his idea. She swiftly gets rid of her shirt and panties, and repositions herself so that she lies on her back.
Bellamy is in ecstasy from that point forward. And yes, he's done this plenty of times before with plenty of women. But it's Clarke who he's kissing now, it is her breasts that he's licking and sucking, her stomach he's nuzzling as he makes his way down to her core so he can begin pleasuring her. And then it is Clarke's thighs surrounding him as he touches her with his tongue and lips. Clarke groans and grunts, whispers and sighs words of encouragement, as he brings her to orgasm.
The rest of the night is equally delicious. When she lets him know that she's good, he asks her if she wants to ride him. She does, so they move into a new position where he's on his back now. Bellamy warns Clarke that he's really, really aroused and he might not last long - she tells him that she's glad and that he's welcome to come as fast as he wants. For Bellamy it's almost too overwhelming as he looks up at Clarke, watching her move on top of him, her hands entwined with his. His warning is apt and he doesn't last much longer.
"Not bad for a first run," Clarke says, moments later. They are nestled together, her hand stroking his face.
"I agree," Bellamy manages. He's still a bit out of breath. "But still we should practice."
"Oh, absolutely. As often as possible."
When Bellamy drifts off to sleep, his mind is blown. He can't believe how well it went. All the kisses they shared. The fact that she really seemed into him, didn't seem at all like this was a chore that she was doing so she could become a mother someday.
He is astounded.
"So…you two know that you're glowing, right?"
"Miller," Bellamy warns.
Miller has managed to be right outside the meeting room when the Council gets out of its daily, post-breakfast meeting. He has one arm around Bellamy and one around Clarke as he makes his comment.
"'Glowing' has to be a bit of an exaggeration," Clarke replies flatly.
"Is it though?" Miller asks, tilting his head and twisting his lips.
"Just…don't say anything at the dinner table," Clarke says. "My mother – and Kane – are there."
"Okay," Miller says, with what appears to be mock-seriousness. "Uh, but didn't you just get out of a Council meeting with them? So I'm betting they already know. Also betting that the entire breakfast table figured it out by the time we put our spoons down."
Bellamy can only, once again, issue the word "Miller" in a warning tone.
TBC