Well, I am happy to report that the following chapters contain some sweet Bellarke moments! I think we all need some cavities after that bitter finale! Enjoy my lovely readers! Y'all are the best! :)

Chapter 41

The next morning Clarke sat at the kitchen table, tapping a pen against the wood surface and a notepad laying out before her.

"So, we've got the guest list done and a to-do list. I think we're making definite progress, O", she said with a smile.

"Yep, now we just have to find a venue, your dress, a caterer, a cake, bridesmaid dresses, tuxes, a DJ, and flowers", Octavia listed with a smirk.

"Ahh, you just had to do that didn't you", Clarke said in exasperation, "I felt so good about it a moment ago, and now I'm stressed!"

Octavia stood, throwing her arms around her friend's shoulders and resting her chin atop the blonde curls.

"Don't stress, sweetie, we'll get all of this done in due time. No reason to worry when you've got the master planner at your service", O said with a dramatic bow before making her way to the fridge.

Clarke stood, stretching her tired muscles. "I've gotta get ready, Bell's coming by and then we're going to the shop."

She watched her friend as she rummaged through the fridge, coming out with the jug of milk and carton of eggs.

"Awww, the happy couple going to work together! You two are just too cute", Octavia grinned as she set her goodies on the counter, "Before you go, would you make Lincoln and I some omelets. I bet Bell will be hunger too", she added for good measure.

Clarke laughed, already moving for her favorite omelet pan, "Sure, anything for my family."

"That's what we are now, huh? Family, for real and for certain", O said thoughtfully.

"We've always been family, but yeah, I guess now we're legally family", the blonde said with a smile.

"I like the sound of that! Now I just need a niece or nephew", the brunette smirked.

Clarke blushed to the roots of her hair, and let out an embarrassed squeak.

"You'll be waiting a little while on that, O!"

"Take your time, I'm in no rush", the brunette grinned as she sat down at the island.

Clarke began her omelet preparations, cracking eggs and gathering ingredients. She moved to the stove, placing a pan over one of the gas burners and pouring in the eggs.

She was so intent on her task that she didn't hear the door open, nor did she hear the quiet footfalls that advanced behind her. However, she wasn't startled when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

"Morning, Princess", came his voice in her ear, gruff yet lilting.

"Morning", she replied, smiling as he placed a kiss to her neck.

"What are you fixing me this morning?"

"Omelets, by your sister's request."

"Awww, but I wanted pancakes with your secret ingredient", he whined.

"Too bad, O asked first", she quipped, "However, thirteen days from now breakfast will be your decision."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that", he hummed.

Clarke chuckled, shifting slightly to flip the omelet.

"Hey, she always cooks what you want! It's only fair that I get one breakfast here and there", O yelled from the couch where she sat with Lincoln, who'd arrived shortly after Bellamy.

"I didn't always pick", Bellamy retorted, turning to face his sister.

At his little boy pout, Octavia snorted, "You did too!"

"Well, it's just because I was in good with the chef", he said, placing his hands on his hips.

"She so spoiled you", O said in mock exasperation.

"I did not", Clarke defended, although unable to hide her smirk.

"Yes you did! Remember the time Bell got the flu…", Octavia began.

Clarke rushed home from school, her hands trembling as she unlocked the door. Octavia met her in the entryway a worried frown marring her features.

"Where is he", Clarke asked.

"He's in the kitchen, refuses to move."

"I'll handle it. Go to our bathroom and dig out the thermometer, wash it off really good and then bring it to Bell's room."

Clarke made her way into the kitchen; her worry building when she saw the man in question slumped over in one of the chairs with his head lying atop his arms on the table.

She moved forward, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. The heat from his fevered body quickly seeped through his shirt, and into her palm. She bent forward, moving her hand to his neck, her thumb moving back and forth caressing his scorching skin.

"Bell, we need to get you upstairs to bed", she said softly.

"Why", he asked, his voice muffled.

"Because you're sick, and you'll be more comfortable up there than you are slouched in that chair. Come on", the little blonde said as she slowly helped him to his feet.

She bore a lot of his weight as she helped him navigate the stairs. He barely had the strength to lift his legs, each step taking more of his energy. By the time they'd reached the top, he was winded and his breath came in short little gasps.

She led him to his room, helping him to sit on the edge of the mattress. She rummaged through his dresser, pulling out a pair of athletic shorts, and placing them beside him.

"I'm going to go and make a list for O, she's going to need to run to the grocery for me. She'll be in with the thermometer directly. Remember, under your tongue and lie still. I'll be back soon."

Clarke found Octavia in the bathroom, running the thermometer under warm water.

"When you're finished, go stick that in his mouth and then come downstairs. I've got to send you to the store for some medicine. I'd go myself, but…"

"I know, he's a bear when he's sick and he'll only stay in bed if you're here to hound him", O said with a smirk.

"Uh yeah, I'll meet you downstairs", Clarke said, turning to go.

She made her way into the kitchen, going to the pen and notepad they had stuck to the refrigerator. She quickly jotted down a few things she needed, medicine, throat lozenges, and ingredients for some of Bell's favorite meals.

When Octavia finally made it to the kitchen, Clarke handed her the list.

"You think you can get this?"

"Yep, no problem. I'll be back in two shakes."

The blonde made her way upstairs, pausing briefly outside Bellamy's bedroom. From the doorway, she could see him curled in bed- the only thing visible in the mound of blankets was his mop of dark curls.

She entered quietly, moving to sit at his back. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, rolling him to face her. Clarke took the thermometer from Bellamy's mouth, holding it up to the light so she could more easily read the tiny black numbers.

"Yep, 102. Bell, why didn't you tell me you were sick", Clarke scolded.

"It just happened, Princess. I didn't get a lot of warning myself", he answered hoarsely.

"No work for at least a week."

"You know I can't do that", Bellamy said quietly.

"Well, if Lynx Ferrerra has a problem with it then he can just come and speak to me about it. I'll call Miller and have him cover for you", Clarke finished, her voice edged with steel.

She looked down at Bellamy, his skin clammy and pale except for the crimson staining his cheeks, a fine sheen of sweat covering his face and neck, and dark smudges rested beneath his fever bright eyes. She placed a cool hand against his cheek, the warmth of his fevered skin seeping into her palm.

Clarke watched as he closed her eyes, leaning into her touch. She hated seeing him like this, and she worried because she knew he would refuse to go to the doctor.

"You're thinking too loud", Bellamy murmured sleepily.

"Sorry", Clarke replied, her thumb ghosting over the dusting of freckles on his cheek.

They sat there in silence, until Bellamy began to shake- his body quivering with the violent tremors of fever.

"Cold", he said through clattering teeth.

Clarke looked at him for a moment, her eyes moving heavenward as what she was about to do sank in. She quickly leaned over, pulling off her tennis shoes before moving to the opposite side of the bed and crawling beneath the covers.

"Wait, Princess, you can't…", Bellamy said, his words stolen by a cough.

"Yes, I can. I'll be fine, but we have to keep you warm."

She snuggled up to his back, wrapping her body around him. She began to rub his arms, trying to create the heat his body was so desperate for. Suddenly he rolled over, taking her in his arms and burying his face in her hair.

Clarke ran her hand up and down his spine, her fingers passing over ever vertebrae as she sought to bring comfort and warmth to her best friend. She felt him relax, his breathing evening out until she knew he was asleep.

She stayed where she was, peeking over his shoulder when O came rushing in with grocery bags in hand.

"What are you doing", the brunette mouthed, eyes wide.

Clarke gently untangled herself from Bellamy's embrace, his tiny moan of protest causing her to smile. She slid from beneath the covers, making sure he was tucked in before she made her way to where Octavia stood.

"He got the shakes", she explained, "Did you get what I asked for?"

"Yep, it's all right here", O replied.

Clarke took the bag, sifting through its contents until she found what she wanted. She took out the liquid cold and flu medicine, carefully measuring out a dose before moving to wake Bellamy.

"Bell", she called softy, "I've got some medicine I want you to take, you're gonna have to wake up."

She watched as Bellamy rolled over, his eyes closed.

"Will you come back if I take it", he whispered.

Clarke was taken smiled at his words, "You take it, and I'll come back."

She wait for his nod before placing a gentle hand behind his neck and putting the medicine to his lips. He swallowed all of it, his face scrunching at the nasty taste.

"What was that? Are you trying to cure me or kill me", he groused.

"Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger", Clarke quipped as she tenderly brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, "I've got to go call Miller, O will sit with you until I get back."

Clarke went out into the hallway, pulling her phone from her pocket as she went. She quickly dialed Nathan Miller, asking him to cover for Bellamy at the shop. He readily agreed, promising to alert her of any trouble before they ended the call.

She moved back to the doorway, the sound of quiet murmurs stopping her. She listened as Bellamy spoke, his voice raspy and tired.

"Where'd she go", he murmured.

"She just went to call Miller", his sister replied.

"When will she be back?"

"In just a minute, Bell, I promise she didn't leave."

Just then his eyes shot open, and he quickly sat up in bed.

"Leave? Where did she go", Bellamy asked, his hands gripping Octavia's shoulders as his eyes searched the room frantically.

"Bell, she's…"

"No, how could you let her go! They'll hurt her", he said, his voice panicked.

"Bell, you're…."

"I have to find her", he said, trying to extricate his limbs from the tangle of blankets.

Clarke quickly made her way inside, displacing Octavia and placing her hands on his bare shoulders.

"I'm right here", she soothed, "Lie back down."

Bellamy complied, one of his hands reaching for hers where it still lay against his chest. His fingers quickly intertwined with her own, and a sleepy smile curved his lips.

"My Princess", he whispered, his eyes closing as he relaxed..

Clarke looked up at Octavia to find the other girl staring at her quizzically.

"What was that about?"

"It's the fever, I think. He's been a little out of it", Clarke answered.

"Who did he think was going to hurt you", O asked.

"With the fever and the medicine, he could have thought the purple people eater was going to get me", the blonde replied with a chuckle.

"He is kinda loopy."

"Yes he is, now you'd better get out of here before you catch whatever this is. I'll be down later to make dinner."

"Dinner", Bellamy whispered, "I want 'sagna."

Clarke laughed, "Alright, Bell, Lasagna it is."

"So, we ate Lasagna for the rest of that week, and then had homemade pizza the next. Whatever he wanted she made it, and he didn't have to budge from that bed. She'd sit there and rub his back, and I even caught her singing to him a time or two", Octavia finished with a quirk of her brow.

Clarke looked around sheepishly, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment. However, it was Bellamy who spoke in her defense.

"Princess takes good care of me, always has", Bellamy said pulling her into his arms.

"You always were a good patient", Clarke whispered as she looked up into his adoring brown eyes.

"Helps when you've got a pretty doctor", he smirked before placing a gentle kiss on her smiling lips.

Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you thought! :)

Wright: Thanks for the review! I'm definitely going to have to write the bachelor and bachelorette parties! I thought O would make a stellar maid of honor! Bellamy's best man will be revealed soon! Raven is going to stick around because I love writing her and Wick! They're just too cute! The guys at the shop are going to get the big announcement in chapter 43 I believe! I love Bellarke, they're just irresistible and there's just too much inspiration there! I haven't decided if I want to bring Abby to the wedding yet or not. I'd kinda like she and Clarke to reconcile, but we shall see. I'm so glad you liked the chapter! You guys are great readers, so you all deserve to be spoiled for your support and dedication to the story! :)