This is it. The final chapter of this story.

I originally began this story after I was unsuccessful in finding more than a handful of good Becho fanfics. As I could only find like 3 at the time this started, I decided to just write my own.
I expected this to be a 5 chapter story, 10 was pushing it. I never imagined I'd finish with 22 chapters.
I have been playing with the idea or a sequel taking place maybe 4-5 years after this ends, though I'm not 100% sure if I will. I guess we'll see.
Without further ado, enjoy this final bitersweet chapter to this story.

Bellamy

"Bellamy! If I save the baby, then Echo will die. They both can't be saved."

"She wants Aurora saved…even if it costs her life."

"Can you raise the child knowing that she's alive because her mother is dead?"

"She's my daughter!"

The truth was, I wasn't sure if I could. I know, I know that it isn't Aurora's fault, I know it isn't. But she'll be alive because her mother sacrificed her life for her. But if I saved Echo, she'd never forgive me for letting Aurora die. Though if Echo died—when Echo dies, I'd never be able to forgive myself. I lose both ways. I'll lose the love of my life or my daughter. I lose either way.

"Mom, wait!" Clarke came into the room, breathless, Niylah behind her. "Niylah, tell her."

Niylah looked at Abby, then to me, then back to Abby. "I might be able to save them both. It's a long shot, but it is possible. It rarely happens on the ground, but with your technology…"

"If we try to save them both we could lose them both," Abby argued.

"Isn't it worth it? To try to save the both of them instead of leaving a child motherless or a mother childless? Isn't it?"

"My job is to save the baby, not a risky procedure that you think you can do that could kill them both!"

The back and forth went on and on until Clarke turned to me. "Bellamy! Listen, this is your choice, not my mother's, not anyone's but yours."

I shook my head. I couldn't…

"If my mom saves Aurora, Echo will die. If Niylah and I attempt her plan, yes there is a chance they'll both die but a chance that they'll both live! You need to decide now. There's no time."

I walked past them to Echo, brushing a few strands of hair off her sweaty forehead. If there was even the slightest chance that they could both make it, I have to take the chance. I just hope she'd understand…

I turned to Clarke and nodded. "Do it. Do your best to save the both of them. If it comes to only one of them surviving…save Aurora."

Clarke nodded and starting rattling off orders to Abby and Jackson and the rest of the staff who gathered to see what the commotion was. Something about a blood bank and all hands on deck. I wasn't really listening. I stumbled into the hallway where Roan and Octavia were waiting.

...

"Bellamy…just sit and rest. If anything happens, good or bad, someone will let us know."

"It's been four hours, O! Echo and Aurora are fighting for their lives in there and you want me to sit down and rest?" I didn't mean to snap at her, but I did. And I was too wound up to feel bad.

"What if they walk out here any minute with your daughter? You're going to be too tired from pacing for hours to hold her and care for her!"

I sighed before sitting against the opposite wall of her and Roan. She was right, like usual. Even though I hated it.

"What if neither of them make it, O?"

"Then we'll survive it, and me and Roan and Hope will be with you very step of the way. But what of they both make it? They could and you need to be strong for them. If they both make it, you're going to have a baby born a few months too early and a wife who'll need a while to recover from that surgery. You'll need to care for them both, though you won't be alone in that either."

She's always right.

I went to respond, then the door opened and Clarke stuck he head out. We all stood anxiously, hoping for the best news and trying to prepare for the worse. Clarke smiled and nodded.

We all relaxed.

"They made it through. Aurora is small, but she's alert and healthy considering. She's ready to meet her daddy. Echo isn't out of the woods and it'll be a long journey, but she's alive and she's strong. Ready to come see them?"

We all nodded and followed Clarke. She led us past the operation room into a small little room to the side. We heard the loud cries of a newborn before Clarke even opened the door.

There she is.

In Niylah's arms was a little squirming bundle. When she saw us, she offered me the bundle with an encouraging smile. I carefully took the baby, looking down at her. She was quite a bit smaller than Hope, but just as perfect. And just as good lungs considering the noise the little one was making!

Octavia peered over my shoulder, smiling at the baby. "She's beautiful."

I offered her the baby, wanting to check on Echo more than anything. She took Aurora with an understanding smile and turned to Roan. I walked away from them, knowing my daughter was in good hands, to check on Echo.

She was pale, paler than I've ever seen her. A monitor beside her bed showed her vitals. Her heart was strong. I watched the grid rise and fall with every beat. A needle in one arm was giving her fluids, the needle in the other was giving her blood to make up for what she lost in the surgery.

"She's going to be okay." I jumped when Clarke appeared beside me. "She has a lot of recovery to do, but she's strong, stronger than anyone. She should wake up within the next day or so, mom wants to keep her under as long as possible. Then she'll need a few weeks of bedrest, than a few weeks of taking it easy. Within a month or so she should be back to herself. The important thing is that both she and Aurora made it."

I nodded. This all felt surreal. "Thank you, Clarke. Really. I know how you feel about Echo…and me. And you still saved her life. I'll never forget that."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't a good friend to you and pushed you all away. Maybe…maybe when she wakes up and recovers you can see if she'll give me a second chance?"

"I know she will. You gave her a future with our daughter."

...

Three days later

Echo

"It'll take some time, Bellamy. She'll wake up when she's ready."

Me. they were talking about me. But why…

It all came back to me. The fight, being shot, problems with my pregnancy, being just nearly seven month pregnant, save my baby. Aurora.

I tried to look around me, everything coming in little bursts of images. "Echo?" Yes, keep talking. Help me wake up. Where's my baby? "Echo?"

I felt a hand take my own. "Echo, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand." I put all the strength I had into the squeeze and I heard his happy gasp of relief. "Aurora's here, she can't wait to officially meet her mother. She's on the small size, but she's strong." That was all the incentive I needed. My baby is alive.

The ceiling came into view and I blinked a few times until it came into focus. My gaze shifted until a familiar and relieving face came into view. Black curls, dark brown eyes, freckles. "You're okay, you're both okay." He reached out and brushed his hand gently across my cheek. "Octavia, bring her over."

He pressed something on the bed that caused the back to rise up a little so I was no longer flat on my back. Octavia came into view with a small baby in her arms. My baby. Bellamy took her from his sister, smiling down at the baby.

"Aurora," I whispered.

He sat beside the bed. I reached for the baby and he handed her to me, helping me hold her up. My arms felt weak, foreign, but I didn't even care about my weakened state. All I cared about was the little girl in my arms.

...

"Ten little fingers, ten little toes," I tickled each toe and earned a tiny little squeal of laughter from the three-week-old baby. "Two strong little legs and two arms. A perfectly ticklish little belly," another squeal of laughter erupted from Aurora when I tickled her belly. "Two strong lungs, an adorable little chin, those chubby little baby cheeks, the prettiest brown eyes in the entire world, and the cutest fluff of hair." She laughed again, eyes wide and curious.

Bellamy entered the room, smiling at us. "Are you two ready to go to dinner?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "After being stuck on bedrest for a few weeks, I'm ready to finally go get dinner myself and get out of this room. I'm sure Aurora is ready for a change in view too!"

Bellamy helped me out of bed then handed me the baby. "Is it alright is Clarke and Niylah joined us? Octavia and Roan said its fine with them if it's fine with us."

I shrugged. I don't particularly like Clarke or know Niylah but… "They did save my life…our lives, so I guess."

"Clarke wants another chance, Echo."

"We'll see."

It was good, very good, to be able to stretch my legs and get new surroundings. Aurora's eyes were wide and her little lips forming an o as she saw the ceiling change. She was much too young to have mobility of her head to look around so I lifted her a little so she could take in the view even if it was just steel walls. The dining hall was a much better view. The children of the bunker took the liberty to pain and decorate the room and bursts of color and pictures covered each wall. At our usual table Octavia and Roan were already waiting. Octavia stood with Hope when she saw us come over.

"Look, Hope! That's your cousin. You were supposed to be a few months apart but you're only weeks apart now."

The two babies just stared at each other, too young to comprehend anything.

"They'll be the best of friends growing up," Octavia resaid with a proud smile.

"And two little terrors if their anything like their mothers!" Roan joked and he and Bellamy had a good laugh.

Clarke and Niylah appeared at the table, Clarke looking from the sitting men to me and Octavia who were still standing. "Mind if we sit?"

Maybe it was time to forgive and forget, to start fresh with these two little babes, the start of a new generation.

"Go ahead," I told them with a smile.

The four of us sat, Clarke and Niylah cooing over the two babies. Hope was passed around and the baby was thrilled with the attention. It took me a little while before I was comfortable with anyone beside me or Bellamy holding Aurora but eventually I let her get passed around. Niylah was holding her, the biggest smile on her face.

It was the end of an era but the beginning of a new one. We still had five more years in this bunker, five more years until we could go outside, but those years would be paved by two little babies who would one day change the world.

We were one big family now. No, we were more than that.

We are a dynasty.