a/n: So I've been horribly sick the past week or I definitely would've updated sooner. Anyway, I really want to have more of Bellamy's POV cuz I think his side is important, too.

Bellamy

I threw a shirt into my duffle bag, trying not to stare at the back wall. The back wall that connected mine and Clarke's rooms.

I don't know how it had happened, but I'd become attached to the little, blonde firecracker. Not knowing where she was made me a little nervous; god knows that girl was more trouble than she looked.

So I wasn't quite as excited about my weekend off as I should have been. I was going home to see my mom and my little sister, Octavia, who was only five.

My mom had no idea I worked in the military. She thought I just had a regular, paper pushing, nondangerous job. It was for the best, no need for her to be constantly worried for my safety, especially when she was so busy raising Octavia.

A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. Throwing a pair of pants into my bag, I walked over to the door, pulling it open.

"Mr. Griffin?" Clarke's dad was standing outside my door, a hopeful expression on his face.

"Oh, good, you haven't left yet." He said. "May I come in?"

I stepped aside. "Uh, of course, sir."

He walked in, wringing his hands. "So, Bellamy, I know you have the weekend off, but I have a favor to ask you."

I turned to face him, wondering what he could mean by that. I looked at him, and I could see his daughter in his face. They had the same hopeful expression.

"I know you're going home to see you're mother, but I was wondering if you would take Clarke with you."

I frowned in confusion. "Why, sir?"

He tilted his head at me. "Well, Abby and I have been called away on some last minute business and I just don't feel safe leaving Clarke here alone."

I fought the urge to run my hands through my hair. I tended to fidget when I was nervous. "But, sir, there are about thirty guards stationed in this building."

He waved his hand. "I know. But I don't trust them like I trust you. Not with my daughter's safety."

He looked at me, his blue eyes so much like Clarke's. "I'm just so terrified for her all the time. If anything, anything, happened to her, I don't think Abby and I would make it."

Well, gee, not like I could say no to that.

I nodded. "I'll keep her safe, I promise."

Mr. Griffin looked so relieved, it was sort of heart warming. He held out his hand and I shook it. "Thank you, Bellamy. Really, you have no idea how much it means to me."

I nodded again, not breathing until he had left the room. Once he was gone, I gave a small smile. Looks like I'd be able to keep an eye on her this weekend after all.

Clarke

Bellamy had one hand on the wheel, his other arm splayed across the back of my seat. Like a lot of males, he seemed to want to take up as much space as possible. But, of course, with Bellamy, it looked natural and sexy at the same time.

I propped my bare feet up on the dashboard. "Are we almost there yet?"

He looked over at me, his aviators hiding his eyes, but he had a smile on his face. "I didn't peg you for the impatient type, Princess."

I groaned, throwing my head back onto my seat. "Well, I am. And we've been driving for like two hours. I have to pee."

His stupid, sexy smile never left his face. And it kind of made me want to punch him. "Well, don't worry. We'll be there soon, I promise."

I smiled. I was actually pretty excited to meet Bellamy's mom and sister. Maybe I'd get some embarrassing stories out of them.

We pulled into Bellamy's driveway five minutes later. I studied the house. It was nice, big and white, with pretty red shutters. A garden wrapped around it, and there were a bunch of kid toys on the front lawn. It looked very. . . homey.

"Did you grow up here?" I asked Bellamy.

"Yep." He said, grinning up at the house. "This is home."

I was a little jealous. I'd always lived in cities, mostly in apartment buildings. They'd always been nice. . . but I'd never had a garden.

Opening my car door, I grabbed my bag from the back, following Bellamy up to the front door.

Just as he was about to open the door, he stopped and turned to me. "Now I just want to warn you about what is going to happen next."

I frowned, "What do you m-?"

But Bellamy had already opened the door, and a flying ball of brown hair cut off my question.

"Bellamy!" The little girl, who I assumed to be his sister, squealed. She had long dark, brown hair and pretty blue eyes. She didn't look too much like Bellamy, but she was a cute kid.

Bellamy bent her over, so that he was holding her legs and her head was close to the ground. She screamed in delight. "Bellamy, put me down!"

He laughed, gently setting her on her feet. "How ya doing, O?"

"Good," she said. "I just started playing soccer, and-"

Suddenly she realized her brother wasn't the only one standing in the doorway. "Who are you?"

I smiled at her. "I'm Bellamy's friend. But if it's all right with you, I'd like to be your friend, too."

She studied me, giving me the once over. "Are you Bellamy's friend or girlfriend?"

I swallowed. We had to keep up the pretense for his family, but for some reason, I didn't want to lie to this little girl. She looked like the kind of kid who could smell a lie from a mile away.

Trying to smile, I said, "Girlfriend."

To my surprise, she nodded. "I thought so."

Grabbing mine and Bellamy's hands she led us into the house. "I have a soccer game tomorrow. Do you guys want to come? I'm okay but not as good as Mar or Jane, but I am better than Pete."

Wow, this kid talked a mile a minute. Bellamy glanced over at me, smiling, and I couldn't help but smile back. He patted her head. "Of course we'll come to your game, Octavia."

Then, a pretty brown haired lady walked in. Seeing me with Bellamy and Octavia, she gave me a huge smile. "Oh, you must be Clarke!"

I nodded, smiling at her. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."

Ms. Blake bit her lip, just looking at me for a moment.

"Hello, mom. It's nice to see you, too."

She shook her head. "Of, Bellamy, of course it's nice to see you!" She walked over and pulled her son into a huge.

Pulling away, Ms. Blake looked at Bellamy. "You need to come home. I barely ever get to see you."

He smiled, kissing her on the cheek. "I love you, too, mom."

They shared a smile, until Octavia tugged on her mother's hand. "Mom, I'm hungry."

Ms. Blake pulled us over to the dining room, where she'd layed out plates and food. It looked like she'd gone all out for her son's return. There were three different pies, two lasagnas, and a huge fruit salad.

Bellamy

I could always tell how much my mom had missed me by the amount of food she served. You could barely even see the dining room table, so obviously she'd missed me quite a bit.

I should come home more, but my job was very high stress and lying to her made it that much worse. My mom put up with a lot from me, and I knew she was kind of worried that I'd never find the right girl and settle down.

So the way she was looking at Clarke was sort of breaking my heart. I'd never brought a girl home before, and I knew my mother was jumping to all sorts of conclusions.

I watched my mom put a hand on Clarke's shoulder, laughing at something Clarke had said. Sighing, I pushed my hair off my forehead. I really shouldn't be letting her get this attached to Clarke. After all, this was only a temporary assignment.

Clarke looked over at me and must have seen something wrong on my face, because she asked, "You okay, Bellamy?"

I smiled, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut. "Of course, I'm just hungry." I gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek. "This all looks delicious. Thanks, mom."

She smiled back at me, her eyes sparkling happily.

I walked over to Clarke, pulling out her chair for her, and earning a smile in reward, and then sat down next to the pretty blonde.

Clarke

I'd never had a boy pull out a chair for me. It was nice, I mused to myself. Of course, the fact that it was Bellamy Blake pulling out the chair made it even nicer.

"So, Clarke, I have to know. How did you guys meet?" Bellamy's mom asked, while passing me one of the pies.

I grinned. Time to get Bellamy back for his stupid airplane story. "Well, we actually met at the ballet."

Ms. Blake frowned, and Bellamy groaned beside me. "Don't listen to her, mom. She's just trying to get me back for something I did earlier."

Ms. Blake grinned. "Well, I'm sure you deserved it, Bellamy."

That made me laugh. I really liked Bellamy's mom, she was very down to earth. So I decided to be kind. "We, uh, met at a party. This guy was being a total jerk, and Bellamy saved me." Reaching over, I ruffled his hair. "He's my white knight."

Bellamy grinned at me, a slow grin where the corners of his mouth tipped up slowly. It was absolutely heart melting.

I looked over at his mother, and saw that she was totally focused on Bellamy's smiling face. She looked so happy for her son.

Octavia, who'd been quietly watching us, finally spoke up. "So, now you're in love, right?"

I blushed, but grinned when I saw that Bellamy's cheeks were also tinged pink. "And what do you know about love, missy?" He asked her, reaching over to tweak her nose.

She laughed, but then struck a very serious pose. "I'm in love, too. So I know all about love."

Bellamy looked over at his mom, who just gave him a whatcanyoudo look.

Looking back at his sister, Bellamy grinned. "And who, may I ask, is lucky enough to have won my sister's heart?"

Octavia straightened in her chair, looking like a tiny little senator. "Atom."

"Atom." Bellamy mused, nodding his head. "All right. Well, I will have to meet this Atom."

Octavia finally broke, smiling. "Okay. He's on my soccer team so you can meet him tomorrow. But," she said, looking serious again. "You still have to tell me if you two are in love."

Bellamy, who had obviously been trying to avoid this question, bit his lip. I don't know what made me do it, but I blurted out, "Yes. We're in love."

Bellamy looked over at me, his eyes wide. But Ms. Blake's eyes gleamed, and that made this whole thing sort of worth it.

After dinner, I helped Bellamy and Ms. Blake clear the table.

"Bellamy! Clarke!" Octavia came rushing into the dining room, holding a story book in her hand. She fell on her knees, clasping her hands together. "Will you read me my bedtime story? Please, please, please!"

I laughed, looking over at Ms. Blake. "Go on, I'll finish this up," she said, smiling at the two of us.

Bellamy grinned, "I'm gonna get you, Octavia!" He ran at her, and she screeched. Tossing the five year old over his shoulder, he looked back at me. "Come on, Clarke. We have a body to bury."

Laughing, I followed Bellamy up the stairs into a cute little room that was painted purple. My eyes went wide as I examined the room. There were stuffed animals everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

"My god, Octavia. Do you have enough stuffed animals?" Bellamy asked, picking up an orange cow and tossing it at her.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Never."

Bellamy clapped his hands together. "All right. Pajama time." Walking over to her drawers, he pulled out a pair of purple pj's with dinosaurs on them. "Are we feeling dinosaurs tonight?" Octavia scrunched up her nose and shook her head. Trying again, Bellamy pulled out green, horse covered ones. Octavia nodded her head, and hurried over to put the pajamas on.

She looked over at me. "It's very important to have the right pajamas on, right, Bellamy?"

Bellamy nodded, a serious expression on his face. "Oh, of course. Otherwise, you won't have the right dreams."

I laughed. "Well, we couldn't have that, now could we?"

Bellamy shook his head. "Now, what will be reading tonight?"

Octavia, who'd finished putting her pajamas on, crawled on to Bellamy's lap, and held up a book. "Sammy the Horse and the Silver Monster."

Bellamy frowned. "That is the weirdest title I have ever read." He reached for the book, and then, looking at me, patted the spot beside him.

Biting my lip, I sat down next to him, being careful to leave a bit of space between us. But after a while, Bellamy's deep voice had lulled me into a trance, and my cheek was resting on his shoulder as he read.

As Bellamy finished the last page, I looked over at Octavia, who had fallen into a deep sleep. I didn't blame her; Bellamy's voice was mesmerizing.

Looking up at Bellamy, I realized that I was plastered into his side and that he was staring at me. Licking my lips, I sat up. "Wow, you're a good storyteller."

It might have just been me, but I think Bellamy's gaze might have lingered for a second on my lips. Shaking his head, he stood up. "Ready for bed?"

He offered me a hand, and I took it. "Definitely. I'm exhausted."

Ms. Blake appeared in the doorway. "I made up your old room for you guys, Bellamy."

I froze. Was she expecting us to sleep in the same room? Bellamy looked at me, obviously thinking the same thing. "Uh, mom. If you'd be more comfortable with it, I could sleep on the couch. I don't mind."

Bellamy's mom laughed, waving him off. "I'm not stupid, Bellamy. I know you guys sleep in the same bed. I'm not that old."

Bellamy ran a hand through his hair; I noticed he did this when he was nervous or stressed.

So I took his hand, smiling at him. "Come on, Bellamy. Let's go to bed."

As Ms. Blake led us into Bellamy's room, and I saw Bellamy's huge bed, I realized I hadn't entirely thought this through. Was I really going to sleep in the same bed as Bellamy Blake?

Bellamy's mom shut the door, and he turned to me. "I can sleep on the floor. I don't mind."

I shook my head, trying to act as if this was no big deal. "I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor, Bellamy. Seriously, it's fine."

He still looked apprehensive, but nodded slowly. "All right then. Well, I'm gonna go change and brush my teeth."

He walked in the bathroom, and I was left alone. Wanting to get changed before he came back, I looked in my bag for my pajamas. Damn it. All I'd brought was a large t shirt and some booty shorts.

If I'd known I'd be sharing a bed with Bellamy I would have packed flannel pajamas.

Whatever. It was too late for this. Pulling on the shirt and shorts, I climbed into bed. Bellamy walked back into the room, and I did a double take. Jesus, the boy had a pair of loose black sweats on and that was it. His tan, toned tummy was positively eye grabbing. And slightly mouth watering.

Bellamy must have caught me staring, because he looked down at his chest and then back at me. "Sorry, I would have packed an extra shirt if I'd known we'd be sharing a room." He grinned at me. "Actually, I usually just sleep in my briefs but I decided I'd better put something else on tonight."

I choked out a laugh, but now all I could think about was Bellamy in only his briefs.

Damn. It was gonna be a long night.

Bellamy climbed into bed next to me and turned out the light. Turning to face me, he whispered, "Thanks for being cool with my family."

I smiled in the dark. "You're family is amazing, Bellamy. You're really lucky."

I could almost feel Bellamy's smile next to me. "Yeah, I know."

Bellamy's heat was starting to radiate towards me, and it was making my brain feel sort of mushy so I said a quick goodnight and turned over to go to sleep.

Yep. It was gonna be a long night.

a/n: Wow, that took forever.