I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we've suffered enough.

2199 Days Later

Bellamy Blake sat at the edge of the king size bed, his legs bouncing nervously under the weight of his resting arms. His large hands were holding a delicate handwritten letter. He read it over once, and then twice, before picking up the two violets that has been pressed between the pages. The petals were dry and their color had faded with age.

"My dearest Bellamy," he read aloud. "You have loved all of my broken pieces and patiently waited for me to mend myself back together over the years. From the first night I met you, I have felt safe in your arms. May I always be your rock, like you have been mine. In each other, may we always find a home. And today, may we promise forever."

Bellamy whispered the word forever again and placed the violets back between the pages. He heard the snap of a camera and looked up. He had forgotten about the photographer in the room. The one who had brought him the letter. The photographer Abby Griffin had hired for the day.

"That's great. Can I get one with you with your jacket on now?" The photographer asked.

Bellamy sighed and rose up from the bed, folding the letter and placing it in his pocket, before slipping on the jacket of his tuxedo. He looked in the mirror across the room and ran his hands through his hair. His bride-to-be always told him how she liked it messy, the messier the better. Which wasn't hard for Bellamy to pull off. His curly hair was always in a disarray. Especially today.

He felt a flutter in his stomach as he thought of his bride-to-be and what she was doing right now. Getting ready in the upstairs bridal suite. He could only imagine how beautiful she looked.

When the photographer was satisfied with the amount of pictures she had of Bellamy getting ready, he followed her out to the backyard.

The house was crowded with caterers and guests. Food was being prepared in the kitchen and drinks were being served in the living room. Bellamy and the photographer parted ways. He went out the back door unnoticed and she went up to the bridal suite.

Thankfully, the backyard wasn't as busy. A few early guests were peppered around. Some were already seated and a few stood by chatting away with one another. Bellamy stepped down from the back porch and made his way down the aisle.

The pastor that had agreed to marry Bellamy and Clarke, greeted him under the big oak tree.

"Looking sharp, Mr. Blake," the pastor said shaking Bellamy's hand firmly.

"Nice to see you, sir," Bellamy said and turned to look around the backyard.

He stood under a large oak tree with the pastor. The oak leaves were still a lush green with only a few of the tips turning yellow in the mid September heat. The tree was providing the only shade in the whole backyard. The trunk of the tree was wide and its branches twisted up high into the sky.

Rows upon rows of chairs were lined up with white rose petals covering the aisle running down the middle of the yard. A baby's breath wreath hung behind him on the tree and more were placed on big wine barrels scattered around the lawn, and on the back doors to the house.

The house. Bellamy scoffed under his breath when he looked up at the house.

It was a large white estate that was three stories high. It had more bedrooms than Bellamy could count. Two full size kitchens. A study. A basement. Bellamy wasn't sure what else the house might hold.

And it was completely unnecessary.

But as had been the case with the photographer, Clarke's mother wasn't thrilled with her daughter's original wedding plans. She'd had taken it upon herself to obtain only the best Arkadia had to offer for the big day; the total wedding cost had to be outrageous.

If it was up to Bellamy, they would have just eloped in Greece, since that's where they were going for their honeymoon.

But, at the end of the day, it wasn't up to him. So he stood under the shade provided by the oak tree in a itchy tuxedo and waited for the ceremony to begin.

At a quarter to four o'clock, a violinist came out of the house and set up his things at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the house. As he began to play, guests started to pour in from everywhere and take their seats. Bellamy waved at the familiar faces of his friends and co-workers.

When the music changed, Wells was the first out of the house. He was linked arm-in-arm escorting Aurora and Abby, down the aisle; Thelonious followed closely behind them. Wells gave a small kiss on both of the mothers' hands before leading them to their seats. The parents all sat down together, an odd sight to Bellamy.

Abby had been close friends with Mrs. Jaha and had had a hard time accepting Bellamy and his family. But it was Jaha himself who had brought her around, and she had eventually warmed up to the idea. Family. They were all family now. After the loss of Clarke's father a few years earlier, Abby had learned to embrace the ones she still had around her.

Bellamy looked at his father. Theo had aged considerably since reuniting with Bellamy and Octavia. He had shaved his balding head and his beard was filled with gray. He placed his arm around Aurora's shoulder as she quietly cried into a handkerchief Abby had given her. Theo beamed up at him proudly. He had missed so much of his son's life, by choice, but he was here now. Bellamy didn't feel any of the bitterness he use to toward the man; he was just glad he wanted to be here now.

Wells stood across from Bellamy as Clarke's best man, a tuxedo to match Bellamy's and a smug look on his face. Bellamy returned the smile. He respected the hell out of Wells; Clarke's relationship with Wells made it easy for the two men to get to know each other over the years. It was almost like breathing now.

Octavia came out of the house next, a vision in a flowing purple dress, her long hair pulled back and a small bouquet of flowers in her hands. She giggled at him when she passed to stand behind him as his Best Woman. Octavia had immediately taken to Clarke when Bellamy had first introduced the women years ago. Now they were thick as thieves, and it warmed Bellamy's heart to see his little sister so loved.

Bellamy looked out at the garden, to where his father, mother, Clarke's mother and all of their other friends and family. It wasn't a crowd, but it was everyone who mattered. The ones who had been there, and who had impacted them throughout their relationship and in life. The sight and the thought made Bellamy choke up a little.

He took a deep breath, wiping his palms on his slacks when the violinist changed the melody. As Canon in D began to play, the small crowd rose from their seats and turned.

Bellamy didn't notice the bouquet of baby's breath and violets in her hands. He didn't see the tiny details of lace the entwined her dress, or how her long blonde hair was curled and held together by more baby's breath in a braid down her back. Even the faces of the crowd, the eyes and smiles he knew so well, faded as Bellamy focused on his bride.

He only saw the glow from Clarke's blue eyes, brimming with tears. Her rosy cheeks, the soft smile on her lips, the steadiness of her step, as she walked down the aisle towards him.

Bellamy chuckled to himself when he finally noticed Buddy trotting beside her. The ring dog had on a bow tie and carried a black box in his mouth. His tail wagged happily as he escorted his best friend down the aisle.

Bellamy wiped his palms again on his slacks before taking hold of Clarke's hands when she made it to the end of the aisle.

"Hey," Clarke whispered to him.

"Hey," he whispered back.

They said the traditional vows and added a few personal touches. Clarke was more eloquent with her words then he was with his. He could feel the weight of them in his pocket from the letter. But he did his best by promising to honor her and to always show his love with his actions. He had a lifetime to do that now.

Bellamy wrestled the ring box out of the retrievers mouth and exchanged rings with Clarke.

And then they kissed.

"I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy Blake," the pastor said and Bellamy and Clarke beamed at each other, before turning to their friends. Bellamy could hear their friends' whoops and hollers in celebration; Raven's cheers the loudest of them all.

A tent had been set up in the yard and small plates and wine were brought out from the house. There was a dance floor in the middle, and twinkling lights hung all around.

Before the reception started, Bellamy and Clarke went back to the oak tree for pictures. The photographer snapped a few with them and their bridal party and family.

Later, Bellamy twirled his bride around and around on the dance floor. Everything and everyone seemed to melt away. It was just the two of them: he and his bride.

"You, Princess, look like a queen tonight," Bellamy whispered into her ear and Clarke smiled, before laying her head on his chest.

She didn't flinch at the nickname anymore. Not like she had the first time he said it when had they started dating. Finn had always called her princess, too, but out of spite, to remind her of her privilege. But when Bellamy called her princess, he was calling her his princess, his love. And he felt so much love for this amazing and strong woman. After all these years, he was still in awe of her.

They finally broke apart to mingle with their guests before the night endaed. Clarke was always better at that then he was and he felt cold at her absence when she left him on the dance floor. Before he could make his way over to his seat at the bridal party table, Raven approached him.

"Hey, Raven," Bellamy said as she stepped into his space for a dance.

"Bellamy," Raven smiled at him as he placed his hands on her waist gingerly, "I'm so happy for you guys. This whole day was magical."

"I know. Listen, I'm not going to say it again, because I've already thanked you, Wells, and Lincoln a million times in the last six years...but thank you for bringing me to Clarke." Bellamy looked down at Raven with all the gratitude he felt written across his features.

"You treat her right and we'll be all fine," she said sternly. It was a look he had received many times from the woman and his brother. They had seen Clarke at her worst and vowed never to let her get hurt like that again. Bellamy had no intention or thought of causing her pain like that though, as long as he lived.

"Who would have a thought you'd meet your future wife on a blind date, huh?" Raven joked and then asked, "So O's keeping Buddy for you while you're in Greece?"

"What?" He asked distracted by Clarke and Wells who were making their way towards him and Raven on the dance floor. "Yeah, Octavia is keeping him at her place."

"Octavia!" Raven snapped a finger by Bellamy's ear and he jumped, startled by the sharp noise.

And then he realized his mistake.

He let go of Raven and raised his hands up in defeat as Clarke and Wells danced up beside them. They both wore a look of confusion as Raven stomped away from him. She was beside herself, walking away and calling out his little sister by name.

"You told her?" Clarke's eyes shone brightly in the twinkling lights under the tent. She let go of Wells and reached for Bellamy. And Wells went after Raven who was chasing down Octavia. Bellamy could only laugh at the sight.

They had gone six years and seven days, without Raven Reyes learning Octavia's first name. It had become a running joke among their group.

Clarke joined him with her laughter as they watched Octavia and Raven fuss over the new revelation. Octavia was under the impression Raven had just liked calling her 'O' and couldn't believe her brothers had let it go on for so long. Octavia had a finger pointed at Wells and the poor guy tried his best to look ashamed, but he was failing at it miserably, his shoulders shook with laughter.

Suddenly the tempo of the music changed and the dance floor filled up with their family and friends, laughter and smiles on everyone's faces. Bellamy tightened his arms around his bride and swayed with the music, his heart was bursting with all the love surrounding him.

And after all his years of drifting, Bellamy Blake finally felt like he had found his home.

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