Well, I hope I haven't ruined the story for all of you! This is the new chapter 16, so please completely disregard the former one! I really hope y'all like this chapter! Caution- Bellarke fluff ahead! :)

Chapter 16

The next morning Bellamy woke to a pair of small feet stuck in his back, little toes digging into his skin. He opened his eyes, scrunching them closed again when the bright sunlight accosted him. He tried again, his gaze falling on his two bed partners.

Bryce was sprawled sideways between them, and the Rebel had never been more pleased with himself. He'd nearly made the bed smaller, but he would forever be glad he didn't.

The little boy's curls were sticking out in every direction; his head nestled against Clarke's side. His hands were clasped together beneath his chin, and his mouth was curved in an adorable sleepy smile.

Bellamy's gaze shifted from his son to his wife. Clarke lay on her stomach facing him. Her blonde hair cascaded all around her giving her an unearthly look, and her lashes lay thick and dark against her fair skin.

He watched as they fluttered open, her blue eyes hazy before clearing and focusing on him. Her smile was bright, and a soft chuckle escaped when she saw their little visitor between them.

"Good morning", she whispered.

"Morning, Princess", Bellamy smirked, "Sleep well?"

"Like a rock. I don't know a time on earth that I've ever slept that hard", Clarke admitted.

"How do you feel this morning?"

Clarke moved to sit up, wincing as her back and sides burned, her muscles constricting in protest. When she was finally in a sitting position, cross-legged with Bryce's head in her lap, her gaze returned to Bellamy.

"Sore, but alive", she smiled.

She watched as his features darkened, and he rose quickly from the bed. He pulled on a pair of jeans over his boxers, and then a black shirt covered his muscular torso.

"Bell, where are you going?"

"Camp Jaha", he answered darkly.

"Why", Clarke asked in confusion.

"The Chancellor needs assistance keeping her camp in line, and I'm going to offer my services."

Clarke watched her husband, the way his shoulders tensed and his hands fisted. Camp Jaha wouldn't know what hit them if Bellamy went full on Rebel king on them. She'd seen the fear he could incite, had seen the way he could make grown men cower with a single look.

"Babe you can't…"

Bellamy whirled to face her, his dark gaze igniting with a burning rage.

"They nearly killed you Clarke. If left unpunished, who knows what they'll do next. We know the dangers of mobs; we know what they can do. Camp Jaha needs to learn their lesson."

Clarke rose from the bed, hobbling to stand before him. She reached out, laying her hands on his shoulders and letting them glide down the length of his muscular arms, her fingers entwining with his.

"They need to take responsibility for their own camp. The only people we are responsible for are our own", Clarke said softly.

She heard his sigh, his hot breath stirring the wispy curls that fell across her forehead.

"Fine, but if anything like this happens again I'm not going to just sit on my hands and lean back on my thumbs", Bellamy growled.

"And I wouldn't expect you to, but let's let my Mom and Kane try and figure things out first. It took us a while to take control in the beginning. They'll learn in time."

Clarke felt Bellamy lean down, his forehead resting against her own.

"What would I do without you", he whispered.

"You'd burn down half of Camp Jaha", Clarke snickered.

"You know me so well", he replied with a smirk.

Bellamy stepped back from her, but his hands quickly shot out when she began to sway.

"You need to be back in bed", he said seriously.

"I won't argue with you there."

After Bellamy saw her situated, he gently picked up Bryce and carried him to his own room. After the late night they had, he was going to let the little boy sleep in. He watched as the child rolled onto his stomach, sprawling across his mattress.

The Rebel chuckled softly, closing the door with a quiet click, and then making his way back to the room he and Clarke shared. He found her in the exact same position; only her eyes were open as she observed him.

Bellamy lay down beside her; gently pushing her blonde curls out of her eyes with his calloused fingers.

"What have you got to do today", Clarke asked him.

"Nothing, I'm staying right here."

"Bellamy…"

"Please, Princess. I would feel better if I could stay around the house where I can keep an eye on you."

Clarke stared into his dark brown eyes, taking in the worry and fear that still lurked in their depths.

"I'd like that", she said softy.

So, for the next three days Bellamy stayed home. He cooked, cleaned, and kept Clarke from going crazy cooped up in their small cabin.

Lincoln and Octavia would drop by throughout the day, usually at meal times, to visit. That was the only time Bellamy would leave the house, taking Bryce outside to play as he and his brother-in-law talked.

Octavia was sitting on the bed with Clarke, the two women discussing their spouses.

"He's been a nervous wreck since the incident", Clarke whispered, "He's even having nightmares. He woke me up calling my name last night."

"He was terrified, Clarke. I don't know that I've ever seen him so scared."

"Well, thanks for bringing your husband by. It's the only time Bell will even leave the house", Clarke said in exasperation.

"Lincoln too", O said with a grin.

"He's hovering too", Clarke said in astonishment.

"Yep, he barely lets me go to the latrine by myself. He waits outside and paces!"

Clarke giggled at the mental picture her friend's words conjured.

"Oh you laugh now, but you wait until you get pregnant. You think Lincoln's bad, my big brother is going to stick to you like tree sap!"

Clarke immediately sobered, "He will, won't he?"

"Yep, then we'll see who's laughing", O said with a smirk.

Not for the first time, Clarke wondered what it would be like to give her husband a child. She was quickly coming to see that it was something she desperately wanted.

Bellamy would be a great dad, and the image of him holding their newborn was something Clarke could not shake from her mind.

"He'll be a wonderful father", she said quietly.

Both women jumped when the bedroom door banged open, and Bellamy came strolling in.

"Who'll be a wonderful father", he asked in confusion.

"You will", Clarke answered, her eyes never leaving his face.

Octavia watched as her brother's eyes darkened, an unreadable emotion flickering to life in the dark pools.

"Clarke, would you mind if Lincoln and I take Bryce for the afternoon?"

She watched as the blonde looked at her distractedly, "Hmmm?"

"Never mind. Lincoln and I are taking Bryce with us", O said.

"Yeah, that's fine", Bellamy answered.

Octavia left the room, watching as neither person moved.

"This is going to be interesting", she muttered to herself as she approached her husband.

"Hey Auntie O", Bryce said with a grin.

"Hey sweetie, how would you like to stay with Uncle Linc and I tonight?"

"Really", the little boy said excitedly.

"Really", Octavia said as she sent him ahead to their cabin.

"What was that about", Lincoln asked.

"My brother and his bride have some things to discuss", she said cryptically.

"Oh", Lincoln said staring at her in confusion.

Octavia rolled her eyes, her husband's expression turning to one of understanding.

"Ohhhh!"

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Clarke stared at her husband, his molten gaze roving over her features.

"You think I'll be a good dad", he said finally.

"The best", Clarke assured, "I want a house full of little dark haired rebels with their daddy's eyes."

Bellamy felt his heart stutter, and he suddenly found that he couldn't stay away from her. He sat down on the bed beside her, his eyes wide and hands wringing in his lap.

He felt the bed shift as Clarke scooted closer, her hands taking his own. He looked at her, drinking in her beauty. Her blonde hair had always fascinated him, the way it shone in the sunlight.

"See there's where we have a problem, Princess", he said gruffly.

He watched as a look of hurt passed over her features, her hands moving out of his own. He held on to them, her gaze flying to meet his.

"I want a house full of little blue eyed angels who look just like their mother", he said softly.

Emotion knotted in Clarke's throat, joy exploding in her chest at his heartfelt declaration.

"How about one of each", she whispered.

"I could live with that", Bellamy replied.

She leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a gentle caress. Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt, and he pulled away.

"Are you sure", he asked hoarsely.

Clarke smiled, one hand entwining in his dark curls.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

The next morning, Clarke woke wrapped in the arms of the man who was now honestly and truly her husband. She looked up from where her head lay atop his chest, loving the way his nose twitched in his sleep.

She began to trace the scars that littered his skin, remembering how he'd earned each and every one. Some were from the mountain, and those caused tears to well in her eyes.

She had no idea she was crying until Bellamy placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I'm so sorry", she sobbed.

Bellamy stiffened, not sure what she was sorry for.

"If you're having regrets, I…"

"No", Clarke said quickly, "No, I don't regret us. I regret sending you to that mountain. I should have found another way."

Bellamy rolled onto his side so he could be face to face with the woman he loved. He needed her to understand.

"Clarke, it was my decision. You need to understand that. You may have thought that you sent me, but the truth is that I had already decided to go. I knew that if I didn't, then you would, and I couldn't let that happen."

"But the things I said…"

"Were lies", Bellamy said softly, "You had just killed Finn to save him the pain of the death the Grounders had waiting for him. You were convinced that Lexa was right, that love made you weak because it made you feel something. You numbed yourself to your feelings, to your pain. That's why you said I was worth the risk, and deep down I knew you didn't mean it."

"You always know the right thing to say", Clarke whispered as she snuggled close.

"I know you, sweetheart, and with knowing you comes knowing what you need to hear."

"Thanks, Bell", Clarke said as she placed a light kiss over his heart.

"You're welcome, Princess."

Suddenly a knock sounded on the door. Bellamy quickly disentangled himself from his wife's embrace, stopping at the sound of her laughter.

"What", he asked in confusion.

"Babe, put some clothes on!"

He looked down to find he was only wearing his boxers. He turned to face his wife, a little frown settling on his features.

Clarke raised her hands in surrender, "Hey, I don't mind, but do you really want to make a habit of answering our front door in your underwear?"

Bellamy gave a low growl, his lips colliding with hers in a heated kiss.

"Does the Princess not like to share", he asked after pulling away.

Clarke's fingers were twining in his curls, her blue eyes fixed on his face.

"You? Never. You're mine, Blake, and all those other women will just have to live without you", she said huskily.

"Mmmm, good to know", he said kissing her once more.

The knocking sounded again, and Clarke giggled.

"I think they're getting impatient."

"I'm coming", Bellamy yelled, pulling on his pants and boots as he made his way to the door.

Abby stood outside her daughter's house, the early morning sun beating down on her back. She knocked for what felt like the tenth time, and moments later heard her son-in-law's agitated voice.

Then the door was wrenched open, and there before her stood none other than Bellamy Blake. He was dressed in a pair of dark pants, boots unlaced, and his unbuttoned shirt gaping to reveal his chiseled torso.

Abby took in his tousled curls, and the deep red hue of his lips. She felt a blush creeping up her neck at the implications, and all she wanted to do was run as quickly as she could back to Camp Jaha and try to unsee and unknow everything!

"What can I do for you, Chancellor", Bellamy asked with a sneer.

"I'm here to see my daughter."

She watched as the young man hesitated, and his scowl darkened. She half expected him to slam the door in her face.

"This was your fault", he growled, "Your counsel needs to handle this, or I'll handle it myself."

Abby watched as Clarke entered the room, and Bellamy's whole expression changed. The young man dropped a kiss on her daughter's forehead, "I'm going to go see if I can't help Lincoln with that fallen tree."

Abby saw the smile that curved her daughter's lips, her blue eyes glued to the door that had just fallen shut upon Bellamy's quick exit.

"You love him", Abby said.

"Yes, I do", Clarke replied, offering her mother a seat at the table. "I've got some tea, would you like a cup?"

"No thank you, sweetie. I'm not staying long, I just came to check on you."

"I'm fine, Mom", Clarke said with a soft smile, "Never better."

"Would you let me check your injuries to at least ease my mind?"

Clarke nodded, lifting her shirt so her mother could see the angry red stripes that wrapped round her back.

"They seem to be healing nicely", Abby said with relief.

"Bell's been taking really good care of me."

Abby looked at her daughter, seeing her at peace for the first time. Clarke seemed safe and content in this meadow with her son and husband. It seemed that her guilt had begun to ebb, and she was finally coming to grips with the choices that she'd made.

"I'm happy for you, Clarke."

Clarke stared at her mother in confusion, "Why?"

"You've found where you belong, here with Bellamy and Bryce. I don't think I've seen you this happy since your father died."

"Dad would have liked him", the blonde said softly, "They could have talked about literature and history for hours. I wish they could have met."

Soon a knock sounded at the door, followed by Octavia's entrance.

"Hello, Chancellor", the young woman said as she made her way to sit beside Clarke.

"Hello, Octavia", Abby greeted warmly, "Well, I'd better go. I need to make sure Kane hasn't destroyed the camp in my absence."

"Bye Mom", Clarke called as she watched her mother leave.

"Wellll…", O prodded.

Clarke turned back to her friend, a small smile curving her lips.

"Bellamy is now truly my husband in every way."

"Yes! I knew it", Octavia said with a grin.

"He's so different, O. The way he makes me feel, the way his kisses cause these little flutters in my chest. I've never felt anything so wonderful", Clarke said in awe.

Octavia laughed at her friend. Never had she seen two people so love struck.

"That's love, honey! You'll never get used to it!"

"Good", Clarke said with a smile, "I always want to feel this way."

Just then the door opened, and Bellamy strolled into the room. His features were brightened by a smile as his gaze landed on Clarke.

"Well, Princess, what are my two favorite girls talking about?"

Clarke blushed, but Octavia blurted it right out.

"I heard that you and Clarke had a pretty good night."

Bellamy felt a blush creep up his neck and settle on his cheeks.

"Yes we did", Clarke said with a smirk, "Now if you'll excuse us, we want to have breakfast."

O smiled, watching as Clarke stood to embrace her husband. She'd never seen Bellamy so happy, and she knew she owed that bright smile to none other than Clarke Griffin. As she left, Octavia couldn't help but imagine what the future would hold for her little family, and she also couldn't help the excitement that welled up at the prospect of a playmate for her little one.

"Who knows, kid", she said with her hand over her rounded baby bump, "You may get a little cousin sooner rather than later."

Thanks for reading! Please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts! :)

Wright: Thanks for the review! I'm so glad you like the new direction I'm heading in! Mel is going to creep back up, but a little bit slower this time. I'm going to try to plan out the next big disaster a little bit better, and she will definitely be involved! Bryce is safe! No kidnapping and no poisoning lol Thank you so much for you're support of my stories, it really means a lot! :)