~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~

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Bellamy's POV

Bellamy pressed his back against the wall, letting himself catch his breath. Although it had taken all his willpower to wait until nightfall, he was certainly thankful that he could hide in the darkness. All he had to do now, was wait until the coast was clear and make a break for the door.

Every second he spent looking around the corner felt completely wasted. Months ago, he would have bolted for that door, not caring about the risk. His time with Clarke however, had changed him for the better.

It still was an internal conflict. Soon enough, someone would realise he was missing and his best chance to talk to his sister and ask about Clarke would be gone.

Thankfully, the loitering grounders had moved on. With a sudden surge of energy, Bellamy sprinted across the open area, eyes focused on the door. As he worked on the lock, doubts began to flood his mind. What if a grounder was on the other side?

He pushed the thought back the moment he heard the lock click open. He couldn't back out now, not when he was this close.

Wiping the sweat off his face, he swung the door open and stepped inside.

Staring at him with wide eyes, was his sister.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You are going to get yourself killed!" Despite her angry tone, Octavia stepped forward to give him a tight hug.

Bellamy smiled, brushing away her concern. "I had to talk to you. Have you seen Clarke?"

She smiled knowingly, making his heart beat even faster.

"Turn around you fool."

Bellamy hesitated, not believing what she was clearly implying. It was the sound of her voice saying his name that finally made him move.

Before he could even look at her properly, Clarke ran forward and wrapped her arms around him. Bellamy instantly gave her a tight squeeze, committing her touch and scent to memory.

"You're really here," he said, still in disbelief.

"Thanks to you."

She pulled away, searching him for injuries the way she would a patient. He could see her concern grow when she saw each bruise and scar that covered his dirty body.

Bellamy looked her over too, but his eyes didn't move far from her slightly rounded stomach.

"Yeah. Turns out my contraceptive implant stopped working," Clarke said, realising he was staring.

"Am I the father?"

For a brief second, he realised how badly he wanted the answer to be yes. The thought of the father being anyone else made him feel uneasy.

Clarke nodded, suddenly self conscious.

"It's been at least 4 months. I think I felt a kick the other day, but I'm not sure if that's even possible," she mumbled.

"I think mum felt Octavia kick at about this time in the pregnancy." Bellamy turned to see Octavia watching them with an amused look on her face.

"I can't believe I am going to be an aunty!" she exclaimed, stepping forward to join them.

Bellamy pulled both of them into his embrace, grateful to have the two most important people in his life by his side.

A look of seriousness washed over Clarke. "You need to go. Someone could find you at any minute," she pleaded.

He knew she was right.

"We are planning another escape and mealtimes are our best chance to talk," he paused to look directly at Octavia. "I know you hate it Octavia, but you are going to have to start playing nice if you want to get out of kitchen duty." She rolled her eyes but he knew she understood.

Suddenly, her body became rigid with tension.

"They've stopped talking out there. Someone is probably coming to check on us," Octavia whispered.

With a shove from his sister, Bellamy ran to the door he came through and peeked outside. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and turned around to face Clarke.

"Stay safe," she whispered.

Staring into her blue eyes, he couldn't resist touching her face.

"You too," he replied, quickly retracting his hand.

With one final glance at the both of them he ran out the door.