Chapter 27

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The waiting was pure hell. Bellamy sat in the waiting room, his baby next to him, being held by his aunt. His grandpa sitting across the way. Bellamy wanted to hold his son, but he was shaking so bad he was afraid he might drop him.

It was almost three hours later when Harper came toward them. Bellamy's stomach dropped and he clenched his jaw. Harper's face was pale and her gown from surgery had faint stains of blood on it as if she'd cleaned herself in a hurry.

Somehow Bellamy found himself on his feet, waiting for Harper to say those words he didn't want to hear. He could feel his sister and Jake standing somewhere close by.

Baby Nate caught Harper's eye, the doctor looked down at the baby and smiled.

"Looks like someone's just about ready to met their mommy."

Bellamy choked on the air that had been stuck in his throat. "She's alive."

Harper looked him in the eye and smiled. "Clarke's fine Bellamy. She's excited to meet this little guy."

Bellamy wasn't one to show strong affection for just anyone. But he couldn't seem to help himself as he pulled Harper into a hug. He whispered his gratitude into her ear, and she gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

"I moved her into a private room for now. Figured you all need the time together." She said to the small group. "Follow me."

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Two surgery takes a lot out of someone. But Clarke didn't care, she wanted to see her baby as soon as she woke up.

As soon as Bellamy walked through the door, Clarke smiled. He looked so wrecked. His hair was wild like he'd spent hours running his hands through it. His eyes were a little swollen from tears she assumed he'd cried.

"Clarke." He whispered in relief, bending down and giving her a hug.

"Told you it'd all be okay." She said weakly.

Bellamy pulled back and rolled his eyes in a way that told Clarke, he didn't think she was funny at all.

A coo came from behind Bellamy, grabbing both the new parents' attention.

"Nathan." Clarke gasped, now searching for him.

Bellamy turned around, taking his son from his sister. Supporting his head, Bellamy held his tiny little body close to his chest. He watched Clarke's eyes find him and watched her face light up as they took in their baby.

Harper moved around on the other side of the bed, grabbing an extra pillow and placing it under Clarke's arm. Because of the surgery, Clarke couldn't use her stomach muscles to help herself hold baby Nate. However, from a little assistance in the form of a pillow under her arm, Clarke could cradle the baby just fine.

As Bellamy leaned forward and positioned the baby against Clarke's chest and on top of the pillow, Clarke looked up at Harper.

"He's fine?"

"He's perfect," Harper assured the new mom. "All his tests came back positive and he's small but perfectly healthy."

Clarke nodded, tears in her eyes as she looked back at her baby.

"You did good mamma," Harper told her, before leaving the room to the family.

"He's got your nose kid," Jake said from the far side of the room.

Clarke looked up, she hadn't noticed her dad was there.

"Dad."

"Though it's hard to say if he'll keep your eyes or go brown to match Bellamy's." Jake continued with a smile.

"I'm happy you're here," Clarke told him, focusing back on her baby.

Bellamy whipped a strand of hair off Clarke's forehead, "We're glad you're here too."

Clarke looked up at him with a pout. "You two are going to outvote me on things now, huh?"

Bellamy smirked. "Considering that's all you two did to me the last 8 months. I think it's time Nate's on my side."

Clarke smiled back. "That's fine. I still have aunt Octavia on my side."

The women in question laughed, "Oh please, Bell. You know having one more penis on your side, doesn't mean you aren't going to cave in and do what Clarke wants you to."

Bellamy glared at his sister. "You know I thought you'd ditched the annoying little sister qualities once you grew up."

Octavia smiled sweetly. "I'll always be your little sister bell."

Bellamy rolled his eyes but was smiling nonetheless. What did he have to be sour about? His girl was healthy and holding their newborn son. His sister was happy and he couldn't be happier himself.

Pretty soon Jake left to go back home, taking Octavia with him. The two took Bellamy's apartment keys, they promised they'd set up everything so it would be ready for when Clarke and the baby could come home from the hospital.

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Baby Nate was currently sleeping in Bellamy's arms, while he sat beside Clarke's hospital bed. Clarke had drifted off to sleep, on and off the whole afternoon. The medication she was on kept her sleepy.

Bellamy didn't mind though. Everything was at peace.

"I know you said you "couldn't lose me". You know you never did right?" Clarke muttered from her pace in bed.

"Clarke?"

"When we first met and I got poisoned in the woods, when I went off with Lexa, even when all I wanted to do was kill the guy I'd thought had taken my father from me. You didn't lose me."

Bellamy took a deep breath, looking down at their son, he stood and placed the small body into the baby bed in the room.

"Even if the surgery was too much." Clarke looked over at the sleeping baby. "He's half me you know."

Tears slipped from Bellamy's eyes. Maybe it was because today was a roller coaster of emotions, or that he'd held everything down for three weeks while Clarke laid up in that hospital bed. But it all seemed to be coming out now.

"That's not the same Clarke." Bellamy's voice shook, he pulled the chair right up beside Clarke's bed.

She smiled sadly. "I don't know, he seems tough. Wait a few years, he'll be giving you a run for your money."

"I know you were really mad at me, even after you agreed to wait on the c section."

"I was mad at the circumstances."

Clarke rolled, readjusting herself to face Bellamy full on. "Just because I had a baby and two surgery's in the past 12 hours, doesn't mean you have to be uber nice to me."

"Actually I think it means I do."

The blonde shook her head, tears of her own making her eyes shine. "It's okay that you're mad at me."

Bellamy looked down taking her hand in his, "I'm so pissed at you." Clarke nodded. "-But I love him."

"I know. I know it felt like I wasn't giving you a say."

"You didn't give me a choice."

"Because there wasn't one-" Before Bellamy could cut in, Clarke added. "From where I was standing, it was the only choice. Doing everything possible to save our baby."

"You were making the decisions but I had everything to lose." Bellamy snapped.

Clarke knew they had to do this now. Bellamy was little carrying so much emotion for the past month inside him, negative and positive. Clarke wanted to give him the chance to get it all out, express himself. Before they left and started their life together as parents.

"I know I've done a lot of things to hurt you in the past two years. I'm truly sorry, Bellamy. The only thing I can never be sorry about is choosing to save Nathan."

"What am I supposed to say to that?" Bellamy asked dropping Clarke's hand back onto her lap.

"Whatever you're feeling. I saw those same emotions on your face while Doctor Kim was talking to you. How destroyed you were that you thought you'd have to let Nathan go to save me. I also saw you struggle with the risk to let me carry for a couple more weeks, so Nathan could grow more."

"It was a lose-lose for me, there were positives from where I was standing three weeks ago. I would have lost you either way."

"What?"

"If I'd somehow forced you to get the c section early. You would have never forgiven me. If something had gone wrong and you- I never would have forgiven myself."

"I'm right here." Clarke took Bellamy's hand. "And your son is right here. So why are you still holding onto that anger?"

Chocolate eyes raised to meet deep-ocean ones. "None of this feels real. Happy endings don't tend to tie up a story, not when you and I are concerned. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and find everything gone."

"Happy endings are for fairy tales Bellamy."

He smirked, "With a nickname like Princess, Princess. A little fairytale magic could do you some good."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. Not tomorrow, or the next day. After I get discharged from here, the only place I want to go is home. With you and Nathan."

Bellamy leaned forward and kissed Clarke's lips softly.

"Whatever you want, princess."

Clarke laughed softly, kissing Bellamy's hand that was intertwined with hers.