A/N: Hello dears! I am posting chapter six tonight, and chapter seven tomorrow. I am currently a bit stuck with chapter thirteen, and am in need of some inspiration for some sort of adventure/danger post your ideas in reviews/PMs!

We walk at a leisurely pace, our purpose taken care of. Jasper is more like his old self, chattering away with Monty and a few others near the rear of the crowd, only a few paces ahead of Clarke and I. But he will never be the same. None of us will ever fully regain what we have lost; innocence cannot be replaced.

Clarke and I take the rear of things, and Lincoln is in lead. Harper has one of the flanks, and Miller has the other. We are tight surveillance wise, because we are unsure if the grounders still value our alliance or not. That's something that needs to be addressed right away when we get back. As I think of this, I speed up my pace. I look to her, and she nods, as if she understands.
"How are relations with the grounders? Have there been diplomatic meetings?" She asks, probably wondering if all our efforts are for nothing now, as I am. I shake my head.
" I don't think so, princess. Your mom has been so focused on preparations for winter, but then again, I am not sure. I mostly did the bare minimum. And the council meetings I attended are a blur. I couldn't focus." I admit sheepishly. I am embarrassed by how incapable of fulfilling my promise I was.

"Alright. Let's get back and fix this." She says her eyes hardening. It is nearly noon, and we should break for lunch. I don't think she intends to. I stop in my tracks to get her complete attention.
" Clarke. We should stop for-"
" We need to get back! We can't afford-"
"Lunch? We need to stay strong to get back on time. We can't keep this pace up without eating." I take her face in my hands, and kiss her forehead.
"You know I'm right in this one, doc." I whisper to her with a smirk. Her hand goes to my right hand, and she turns from my grasp, keeping the hand with a nearly unnoticeable switch from one hand to another.
"Alright! Let's break here for lunch! Get out your food and water. Please." She says loud and clear, standing a little straighter. Everyone disperses with their packs loaded with food or supplies from the mountain. We only took small amounts from store rooms and perishables food wise.
"Stay Close! No telling who or what might be out here." I yell out, and I think I hear a groan or two and maybe a 'yes dad'... I smile at that. They really look to us. Food is passed around, water is divvied out, and we eat. The fruit and meat sandwich goes down in a tasteless blob.
The break ends when the shenanigans begin. The boys are standing in a circle, chit chatting about something, and nodding over to us every once in awhile, laughing like schoolboys. Jasper is in this circle, with an odd duffle bag slung over his shoulder. His hand never leaves the strap. I momentarily wonder what could be so important to him that he won't put it down. Their laughter distracts that thought, and I put a pin in it ( as the old Earth saying goes I think), and I am suddenly desperate to know what is so funny about us, or about me. I don't like feeling this exposed and possibly mocked in my own ranks. I know it's insecure, but I can't help it. I make my way over to them, and they go quiet. I try to be cool and collected.

"Hey guys. What's so funny? Do I have something on my face?" I ask in mock horror. Miller steps forward.
" What's funny? We find it hilarious that you and Clarke are finally being honest with yourselves and being together. We were taking bets on how long until we get a new sibling. "He says bravely and honestly, sparing nothing for my feelings. I don't knock him upside the head because of that.
A Sibling huh? They already want that from us? That… doesn't shock me somehow. Our little troop of delinquents has certainly become something of a family for the Arc's dregs of society, the pariahs. What do I think about that? Yeah. I can picture it. A little girl who looks just like her. All golden hair and fair skin, but maybe she has my eyes. My heart soars at the thought, pumping a faint heat from my neck to my cheeks. Toddling around camp, easily capturing everyone's heart with her kindness and strength. Or a little boy who looks like me...but has a heart of gold. I feel all warm and fuzzy... And for once it doesn't make me want to puke.
I push those thoughts out of my mind, and told them to tell the others to get ready to get back on the move.

We move forward like a well oiled machine. We are in formation and ready to go in a few minutes. She is by my side again, after catching up a bit more with the others.
"What was that all about with Miller? I saw your little chat and after he seemed too calm." She asks quietly. I give her a smirk.
"The kids figured us out. In fact, they saw this coming. They laid bets as to how long it would take for us to give them a new sibling." As I say this, blush creeps into my cheeks, and I grow nervous. What if she doesn't want all that? What if she thinks that's creepy?
My mental rambles are stopped short when she throws her arms around my neck, and kisses me. Wow. Princess is just full of surprises these days. As she pulls away, she starts to speak.
"I hope someone bet at least a year or two from now. Once things calm down and… We decide to have one of our own. Because that's my plan." She says in a low, thoughtful tone. My only response is a genuine smile, filled with warmth. I want that plan to work more than anything. I know though, that life doesn't always go as planned. I set my jaw, and we go forward, our hands entwined.
A comfortable silence falls between us as we move forward.

A/N: There it is! short ish, but don't despair! Seven shall be up tomorrow at around this time tomorrow!