Clarke sat on a chair inside the drop ship. Her leg bounced with nervousness.
She wondered how many were dead, hurt or unscathed. Did her mother survive the landing?
Mad was the word she used to describe her current feelings toward Bellamy for his not letting her go to the Ark's landing site. Truthfully, she wasn't exactly mad but rather undoubtedly disappoint that she couldn't go.
She looked up at the grounder woman who walked towards her. Nylah took a seat beside the expecting blonde.
"Are you okay? You seem uneasy," she asked looking at Clarke.
"No. I'm just nervous," Clarke answered. She looked around the room and mentally took inventory of her surroundings. "Do you think we have enough beds and supplies on standby?"
"I think everything will be fine," Nylah answered. "You need to rest, Skaireina. Stressing like this is not good for your child. You'll have plenty of work to do later."
"Did Bellamy put you up to this?" Clarke's question was followed by a slight smile. She was certain she already knew the answer to her own question.
"He may have," Nylah answered. "His intentions are true. Anyone can see that Belomi kom Skaikru really loves you."
Clarke smiled. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that Bellamy, her now fiancee, loves her, but hearing that he does from someone else seemed to make her heart flutter.
"Go rest. I'll make sure everything is prepared, and I'll send for you when they arrive."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, Skaireina."
"Thank you," Clarke said, "I really appreciate everything your people have done to help us."
The blonde stood from her seat.
"My brother was held captive in the mountain," Nylah said, "He is free and alive because of you, Wanheda, and your people. If there's anything you ever need, he and I are more than happy to help you."
"I'll keep that in mind," Clarke answered with a smile, "and, Nylah, my friends call me Clarke."
Clarke turned on her heels and made her way out the dropship door. She looked out in the direction she assumed was east and noticed the tall cloud of dark smoke slowly rising to the sky.
She took a deep breath and hoped everyone was all right, and she continued her walk to her home.
The blonde opened the door to their shared cabin and quickly found her bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she wondered what to do. The camp was empty and waiting on the multitude of people to come for shelter.
She looked around the room at hers and Bellamy's small room. Now that she actually had time to look, the room seemed to be a mess. The large, wide dresser sat against the wall across front the foot of the bed. Clothes from Mount Weather were strewn across that very dresser and the room. Baby gifts from clan leaders were piled in the corner.
Clarke picked up the clothes and sorted them into three piles— herself, the baby and Bellamy. She did her best to recall the way to fold clothes. It had been a while since she had last done laundry on the Ark.
When she finished with hers and Bellamy's clothes, she moved on to the pile of baby gifts in the corner of the room. She pulled out the boxes of baby clothes out and placed the smaller sizes into one of the dresser drawers. The larger sizes were placed back into the box to be used later.
She took the small blankets and cloths to fold and set the mobile in the crib making a mental note to task Bellamy with hanging it from their ceiling.
When she finished with everything, she dragged the small crib to the foot of the bed and sat down on the side of the bed. Clarke struggled to pull her boots from her feet, but she succeeded and fell backwards onto the mattress. Her blue eyes studied the ceiling.
She was about to become a mother. She ran through topics to bring up later with Bellamy about raising the child. We can do this, she told herself confidently.
Clarke sat up and moved over to her side of the bed. She laid on her side and looked at the picture of her ultrasound on her night stand. She hadn't had one since Mount Weather, but with the technology they scavenged from the mountain, she planned to asked her mom to give her one. She was sure the child had grown quite a bit since then.
She adjusted the pillow beneath her head, and before too long, she drifted off to sleep.
Her eyes jolted open at the sound of her name being called.
"Huh? Bellamy? Aren't you supposed to be at the crash sight?" Clarke asked groggily. She rubbed her eyes.
"Weren't you supposed to be resting?" He questioned back. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. He placed his hand on her side.
"I was."
"Then who cleaned our room and organized the baby's things?"
"Shut up. I was told not to stress, and cleaning calms my nerves."
"You love to find loop holes don't you."
"If it makes you feel better, I took a nap, apparently."
"Good. You needed it after the week you've had."
"Speaking of, why are you back so early? Did something happen? I need to get out there and get everyone sorted."
"Everything's fine. Don't you think you've done enough sorting for one day?" He gestured to the room.
"Bellamy, seriously, why didn't you wake me? There's so much that needs to be done."
Bellamy's hand fell from her side as she sat up. Clarke rubbed her eyes once more and looked around the room.
"It's already done. Everyone is settled and is being taken care of. In fact, I need you to get your shoes on. There's someone in MedBay who's been waiting to see you."
"My mom? Is she okay?"
"She's just fine. She's been helping in the MedBay."
"That's good. She's more qualified than I am."
"That's definitely a good thing," Bellamy said laughing to himself.
"Hey. Don't push it. I'm still mad at you for not waking me up."
"Sure you are, Princess. Now, let's go see your mom."
A/N:
I hope y'all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
I've been posting a few filler chapters lately since I've been working on a new story. I've also been thinking a lot about how to end Our Place. Option A is a happy ending, and then Option B has a sequel. Let me know what y'all think! I always enjoy feedback :)