Chapter 2:

Her pulse quickened as she watched his jaw slacken until his mouth was a lopsided O; if he were a computer his face would read: processing information… Clarke mentally noted that she needed to stop spending so much time with Jasper and Monty because her sense of humor was shifting into an incredulous boundary. In retrospect, she could have told him differently but it was too late for regrets. As the shocked silence went on she became self-conscious under his penetrating stare. She reminded herself that they never addressed their one-night stand so this was entirely karma. They'd spent a month avoiding the subject completely thinking the only side effect of their passionate evening was awkwardness. There was something in his brown eyes—could she justly call it despair or was that melodramatic as well? "No…" He croaked as he fell back as if her confession physically wounded him. "This cannot be happening, dammit!" Bellamy looked like he was going to punch something but instead he tangled his fingers in his unruly hair, "Are you sure?"

Her fingers pulled up the sleeve of her jacket, tapping the silver connected to her wrist. She noticed the layer of dirt on her hands and quickly put both of her hands back to her sides. He studied her movements with a questioning eyes until she explained, "It's definitive. My mom informed me…" God, do I sound bitter? "I didn't even know. Aren't I supposed to know?"

Bellamy rubbed his palms together before he cleared his throat and asked what was on his mind, "Did you tell her…" about me? He was concerned because he was a criminal in their eyes while everyone else had been pardoned. There was something broken in his eyes and she felt sad for him. Family is the most important thing to you and I'm pregnant and you're… you're not doing anything to not be executed.

"No," She shook her head and stepped closer to him as a comforting gesture. When did she get so good at reading Bellamy Blake? In her most comforting voice, the voice she often used to coax Charlotte to sleep, she told him slowly. "I didn't tell her about anything."

An uncomfortable silence washed over them as Clarke looked around camp. People were starting to sit around the fire and cook their meager amounts of meat. If anything, the smell made her stomach churn but she ignored it. After a while, he shuffled his feet and brought her attention back to him. "I really can't wrap my head around this right now…we have so much shit going on…" He turned his head towards the camp before meeting her eyes again.

He's right—as leader, he had too much shit going on.

"You don't have to think about it, Bellamy. I'm a big girl." Like the doctor she was, she was trying to take away his pain and his grief and any amount of worry that he could possibly have about their situation. He frowned, clearly not approving of her attempt to relieve him of his so-called responsibility.

"Don't be ridiculous. I know what it feels like to not have a father…I answered those questions for Octavia and I'm not going to put you in that position even on our worst days." Am I allowed to be happy about this? Her eyes were searching his face as he scrubbed a hand over his eyes and then his nose. Mesmerized, really, by his action she felt her heartbeat increase. "It's been what, like a month since we hooked up?"

"Yeah."

"So, you're not that far along… we have time to sort this out. What we're going to do, how we're going to handle this…" He stepped forward, too. They were looking into each other's eyes and trying to figure out their situation over one conversation. That wasn't reality, that wasn't the way life worked.

Her chest rose as she sucked in a deep breath, "Bellamy, seriously I wouldn't think any different of you if you just—"

"Don't, Clarke. Just don't." He told her softly. Clarke was so aware of his proximity and the way he smelt. The stress was starting to get to her. Her hands were shaking and her body felt like she was going to collapse upon itself.

She sighed, "I feel so stupid."

He raised his eyebrows but averted his gaze, "For sleeping with me?"

"No, for getting pregnant." Her face was contemplative as she looked him over. Clarke was scared and he was scared, too. She was growing a baby in her body—his baby. They were in an unknown world where danger after danger presented itself. She wasn't even positive they would live past the winter, let alone nine months from now when she was to full term and dry-heaving. She hoped there was adequate supplies in the FEMA bunker. Clarke really needed something to lighten the array of stress filling her every neuron. "I don't regret sleeping with you."

"You don't?"

"No…I mean, it was a mistake but I don't regret it." Clarke was aware of the time and her hectic sleep schedule as a loud yawn moved through her lips, "I need to sleep." Bellamy's eyes widened and he started to extend his arms towards her but he stopped.

"Yeah, you do…uh…"

Clarke rolled her eyes again at his action, "I don't need to sleep because I'm pregnant, Bellamy. I need to sleep because I'm planning on going to this FEMA bunker to look for supplies for the winter. I need to be well rested when I decide who I'm taking…" She couldn't take Finn because he was recovering and Raven was out of the question as well. Clarke could take Jasper but he was jumpy and if she took Jasper, Monty would want her to go as well. Octavia? No, Bellamy would never allow that but if she did take her the Blake siblings would not be fighting.

"I'll go with you." Bellamy told her in his gravelly voice.

"I wasn't asking—"

"I'm going with you." The finality in his voice was something she was used to hearing. They were still extremely close to each other.

"Fine." She nodded sleepily, "Bella—"

"Is something wrong?" The sound of Wells' voice still sent chills up her spine sometimes like a pissed off cat. He had the effect on her but she wasn't an idiot—she knew she needed him for the sake of survival even if people hated him. Wells was doing exceptionally well when it came to basic Earth Skills and assisting her when she needed it. That didn't mean she liked the time they spent together or liked how Earth continued to push them together.

"Uh…" Clarke furrowed her brows before she let out a cautious sigh, "No…nothing's wrong. Bellamy and I are going over the plan for tomorrow. Remember how Kane mentioned the FEMA bunker, well, we're going to check it out. Do you think you could talk to your dad and get more specific information about their plans concerning supplies or their expectant landing date?" Wells was useful when it came to addressing the council. They decided he wasn't a criminal like the rest of them—noble because he got arrested to be with his "best friend"—funny, they weren't saying that about Bellamy. She felt defensive about the concept but she tried to push it down.

"Yeah…" Wells nodded but then turned his head hesitantly towards Bellamy, "You two are both going to the bunker?" It was no secret that Wells didn't like Bellamy. He made a comment every chance he got on his stupid, irrational behavior. But, they'd reached a stand-still lately and Clarke recognized that there was more to Bellamy Blake than his brisk behavior. There had to be more to him because he was the father of her child—their child.

"Yes." Bellamy sounded overprotective as he eyed Wells, "We are both going."

Clarke nodded in agreement but she disapproved as his quickly evolving behavior. "He has an ax and impressive aim." She didn't need him to coddle her or make her into Octavia 2.0 because she was carrying his child. Clarke wasn't even sure what she wanted him to be. What were they supposed to be? Co-parents? A couple? Hell, were they supposed to get married and build a house?

"Why, thank you Princess. That was an unexpected compliment."

"Shut up."

"Don't forget that we're informing parents of our…" Dead. Wells informed her of the plan for their day. Wells was observing her every motion, the soft flicks of her eyes towards Bellamy Blake and the way there was something they weren't talking about in front of him. Clarke didn't like the way he still wanted to protect her, still thought that they would end up together no matter what. If they were on the Ark, Clarke might have ended up with Wells Jaha. She wouldn't have been acquainted with another person like him. She most definitely—or used to—love him. It would probably never be real love but it was something. But now, now she was pregnant with Bellamy's child and too much had happened between her and Wells to even consider that route. But Bellamy…maybe? "And then we'll start down this list."

"After we talk to Roma's parents, Dax is next. So, let him talk to his mom first." Clarke told him

Wells nodded, "I'll see you before you leave?"

"Yeah, maybe."

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