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Chapter 58

Epilogue

Clarke Blake sat in the Silver Fox, a paint splattered canvas before her. She could hear her son's delighted giggles as he and his father worked on that old black truck.

She could just make out Jake's blonde curls over Bellamy's shoulder, the little boy's excited jabbering ringing out in the shop. They were the only ones here today, since her husband had given the guys the weekend off.

Seeing the pair together brought back memories to the first time Bellamy had held their son.

Clarke lay in bed, Bellamy snoring quietly beside her. His hand held hers even in his sleep, but right now she was fighting not to bruise his fingers in her grip thanks to the contractions that had started about an hour ago.

She'd thought they were a false alarm, but now as they kept growing stronger and closer together she knew it was time to wake her husband.

"Bellamy", she called.

The pain must have registered in her voice because her husband immediately sat up in bed, eyes wide and his dark curls wild. He jumped out of bed, running to the closet and throwing clothes into a bag, one of his dress shirts here and one of her dresses there.

Clarke would have laughed if the labor pains weren't stealing every breath.

"Sweetheart", she finally managed, "We're going to the hospital, I don't think we need to dress for the occasion."

She watched as his terrified gaze turned back to her, and her heart constricted at the sight of his fear.

"I don't know what to do, Clarke. I never had a dad, what if I'm a terrible father."

She extended her hand to him, wincing as another contraction gripped her. She fought through it keeping her touch gentle.

"You will be a great father, and anyone who says differently will deal with Murphy because I really don't feel like beating the crap out of anyone at the moment", she said with a grin.

She watched as he seemed to relax, and she continued, "Babe, I didn't have the greatest example for a mother. We'll do like everyone else and learn as we go. This kid is so blessed to have you for his dad, and he will love you just as much as I do. Now as much as I'd like to stay here and talk you through this, your son is impatient and if we don't hurry you'll be scrubbing up to deliver him."

Clarke watched as Bellamy's eyes grew wide, and a different kind of fear entered his eyes. She continued to watch him as he hunted for his keys, pulling one of his white t-shirts over his bare chest.

He came to help her up, and this time she did laugh.

"Baby, as much as I love that physique you've gotta put some pants on. Those are my keys too, by the way."

Bellamy scrambled to the closet tugging on a pair of jeans and cramming his feet into his own pair of tennis shoes after nearly putting on a pair of Clarke's ballet flats.

When they'd finally made it to the truck, he realized he forgot her suitcase.

"I've got to…"

"It's fine, babe. We'll send O for it later", she said as she panted through another contraction.

They made it to the hospital, were situated in a room, and the doctor rushed in to check their progress.

"Mrs. Blake, you're little boy will be here shortly. You're almost at a nine, and at the rate you're going you'll be at a ten in another thirty minutes. I'm going to scrub in and get my team ready. I'll be back shortly", the female OBGYN said with a smile.

As the doctor left, Bellamy's frantic gaze turned back to Clarke.

"Aren't they going to give you anything?"

"No, but it's ok. That'll only slow things down. I'm just ready to get this over with", she said gripping his hand, "Call O and tell her that her nephew has decided to make his appearance."

Bellamy obeyed, his voice frantic as he spoke with his sister. Clarke really did feel bad for him, but she didn't have time to concentrate on that because within twenty minutes the doctor was back.

Jacob Andrew Blake was born at exactly 3:05 am on January 9th. He was the most beautiful baby his mother had ever seen. Clarke's eyes filled with tears as her son's cries echoed in the quiet room.

Bellamy's face was wet with his own tears as he bent to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"You are the most amazing woman, Clarke Blake", he whispered against her skin.

"Mr. Blake, would you like to hold your son", Dr. Wells asked.

Clarke watched as Bellamy nodded, his eyes glued to the wriggling little bundle. For as long as she lives the blonde knew that she would never forget the sight before her as her husband held their son for the first time.

Clarke smiled at the memory, loving the way her husband's face broke out into that same adoring smile he reserved for her and their son. Bellamy was a great father, a fact she'd never doubted. From the moment they'd brought Jake home from the hospital, the new father had been a part of every aspect of their child's life, from early morning feedings to dirty diapers.

The day she'd married Bellamy Blake, she'd thought she'd loved him. Looking back now, she realized that the love she felt for him then paled in comparison to her feelings for him now. She loved him more today than she did yesterday, and her love would only grow tomorrow.

His dark eyes still sent shivers down her spin, and she still thrilled at his touch. His smirk still left her weak in the knees, and his deep voice still set her heart all aflutter. No man could compare to her husband, and she couldn't imagine life without him.

Clarke's gaze was drawn to one of the large garage doors as Lincoln, Octavia, and Kane entered the shop. Octavia was glowing, a hand on her growing baby bump. She and Lincoln had been married two years ago, only a short year after Clarke and Bellamy.

She watched as her little boy spotted his grandfather, his dark eyes identical to his father's brightening while a little squeal echoed off the metal walls and concrete floor.

Jake raced to his "Papa", his little arms raised as the man picked him up and tickled him, the little boy's giggles bringing a smile to his father's face.

"Dad", Bellamy greeted before he turned to his sister, "How is my niece today?"

"Rambunctious", O said with a tired smirk, "Just like her uncle."

Bellamy's chuckle warmed Clarke as he bent to speak to his sister's stomach, "Being like Uncle Bell is a great compliment, baby girl", he purred.

Clarke's heart did a funny flip, and she made her way over unable to keep her hands to herself any longer. She grabbed his hand as they began to move out into the bright sunlight.

"A girl would be nice", Clarke said thoughtfully.

She watched as her husband's features creased in confusion, "What?"

"A girl, with your dark curls and my eyes", she whispered.

She grinned as understanding dawned, her husband's face immediately breaking into a joyful smile.

"Really", he asked as he pulled her close, "When?"

"Well it was probably when you had that nasty cold and I was forced to nurse you back to health", Clarke said with a chuckle.

Then all thought of mirth was gone as Bellamy's lips caressed a place just below her ear, his voice a deep reverberating hum.

"You've patched me up a lot over the years, Princess. Before I wasn't allowed to show my gratitude in the way I wanted. But now…", he trailed off as he kissed her neck.

Clarke's breath hitched, and a giggle escaped as he tickled her side.

"When, Princess", he asked again.

"She'll be here in May", Clarke answered.

"She?"

"Call it mother's intuition", the blonde smiled.

"I'd be fine with that", Bellamy answered.

"You'd be fine with what", Murphy asked where he stood beside Chloe, their little redheaded baby girl in his arms.

"Princess", Bellamy said, his voice pleading.

She gave him a nod, and grinned as she watched his chest expand with pride.

"Clarke's pregnant", he yipped.

She watched as the faces of their family morphed from surprise to joy.

"That's great", Monroe smiled, she and Miller's son on her hip.

"Congratulations you two", Raven said, she and Wick's twins cooing in the stroller at her fingertips.

Clarke felt O's arms wrap around her, her sister-in-law's smile evident in her voice.

"I'm happy for you, sweetie."

"Thanks, O."

As Bellamy watched his wife celebrate with their family he couldn't help but think how the woman had changed his life. She'd given him a beautiful little boy and now they had another baby on the way.

If someone had asked him just four years ago what his life would be like, he never would have dreamed it would be like this. He'd been shrouded in darkness, certain that he would die without knowing what it was like to have Clarke Griffin as his own.

Now he was free of the darkness, the love of his life shining so brightly she cast out every shadow. He smiled down at her as she moved into his embrace. It never ceased to amaze him how well she fit, like she was made just for him.

"I love you, Princess", he sighed as her lips met his in a heated caress.

"I love you too, Bellamy Blake."

The road ahead wouldn't be without its bumps and potholes, but together Clarke and Bellamy could face it all. They were each the other's greatest asset, an endless supply of love and strength. When they were united, there was nothing they couldn't conquer. Love would never be weakness; it would always be their greatest strength.

The End

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