Chapter 11:

She was incredibly weak once her day ended, not so much from her pregnancy but the fact that she stayed awake all night anticipating Bellamy's return. Unfortunately, with her frequent waves of nausea she hadn't gotten a proper nap in. Maternally, she knew she needed to take care of both of her children—Charlotte and the baby—but she really wanted to dive into her uncomfortable bed and hibernate until the baby was due. Of course, she would never admit that to Bellamy because he would be inclined to let her remain in bed. Clarke needed to make sure Charlotte ate and then went to bed instead of fighting sleep to prevent nightmares. Then, she needed to eat her own rations and repeat the process of hopefully resting.

Of course, if Bellamy stuck to his orders despite her future and planned argument she'd be spending a lot of time in bed memorizing the parachute pattern. On a logical level, she understood why Bellamy was putting his foot down and demanding she take-it-easy because she was intelligent; smart enough to recognize that pregnancy, child-birth, and maintaining and nurturing a growing child would be hard. Far too easily for any type of comfort, she could miscarry due to the foreign environment and stress. It scared her. It really scared her.

As soon as she approached the rations table to scrounge up some food Charlotte and her, Jasper and Monty started to hover. "Don't get that pack—" Monty started, indicating the smaller ration pack in the group.

"Whoa, not that one!" Jasper exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. I can't deal with this for the next eight months, Clarke thought as she listened to Monty continue. Her hand still held the pack until Jasper quickly slapped it right out of her grip.

"—it has less in it, I think." Monty completed his speech, his voice changing as his eyes darkened in the direction of his best friend. Clarke imagined he was telepathically cursing Jasper. In an attempt to fix the tension, he passed Clarke a fuller pack. "Here, take this one…" and then another one, "and this one. Yeah, you should take two since you're eating for two. Or three. Jas, what's the likelihood for twins on a radiation soaked planet, hm? I should calculate that—we should calculate that so we're prepared. Okay? Hey, if you have twins and they're both boys maybe you should name them after Jasper and me. Your favorite boys. That would be cool but if you have twin—"

"Just stop…" Clarke begged, looking at the packs in her hand. She turned to go in the opposite direction but the boys barricaded her in. Her face was pale with the mere mention of twins—she wasn't certain she could handle one baby, let alone two. The thought of two little children with Bellamy's attitude and her stubbornness made her cringe. It made her stomach churn, or maybe it was the smell of boar meat singing her nose hairs.

"Are you going to throw up?" Monty asked, placing a hand on her forehead.

Jasper panicked before Monty could inform him that she wasn't going to throw up and she wasn't even clammy, "Oh my god! I'm going to get Bellamy! You—you purse your lips or something!" He yelled and started to run in the opposite direction. Clarke followed his figure until she found him in front of Bellamy. Her heart squeezed, almost stopping when she met his brown eyes. I'm fine, she mouthed but Bellamy seemed to focus more on what Jasper was saying rather than her opinion. It wasn't long before both boys were walking towards her and Monty.

"I'm sorry…" Monty claimed before Bellamy came to a stop in front of them with Jasper ducking his head so he wouldn't meet her eyes.

Clarke rolled her eyes in the direction of Bellamy, "I'm fine, Bellamy—dammit, stop!" He reached a hand up like he planned to hold her but she smacked it away. "No, listen to me…I'm fine except for the fact that I am being suffocated by overprotective, testosterone-filled idiots! Now, I need to make sure Charlotte eats and put her to bed—unless you're going to do it, Jasper? You seem so eager to help!"

"Clarke—" Bellamy warned but she cut him off.

"Now, I'm tired and I'm ready to go to sleep an—"

"—I'll put Charlotte to bed. Go to my tent, eat, and take off your uncomfortable clothes then go to sleep." Clarke took in a deep breath because he was once more telling her what to do. But, she also took in that deep breath because he wanted her to sleep with him. Clarke wanted to be with him, too. And he was taking care of Charlotte for her.

God, who are you?

"Okay." Clarke nodded her head, "Yeah…okay."

"Okay?" Bellamy was shocked that she was agreeing with him. He cleared his throat and nodded, "Okay. Yeah, so get to it." She rolled her eyes and he smirked down at her in response.

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Clarke felt him moving her body over his until all of her weight pressed against his warm skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which brought a warm blush to her face. He hummed her name, his hands playing with the ends of her hair. "You scare me." Bellamy commented softly in the dead of the night, the only sound being her surprisingly heavy breathing and his deep, gravelly voice. "So stubborn, so intelligent…and I am completely taken by you. I never would have thought that the Princess of the Ark would be in my bed, carrying my child…"

"I'm supposed to be dead." Clarke bit her lip, "Instead, I'm bringing new life into the world. You never thought you would have a family because of Octavia…you know, I imagined a family but then I got arrested and my dad got executed…and it wasn't even a thought anymore. Grieving in solitary, realizing that all my dreams and hopes for the future were over…"

He moved his hand to her cheek, "Life is not predictable."

"I have to tell Wells, eventually…even if we aren't—he should hear it from me rather than his father or worse, my mother." Clarke told him, "I'm sure you want to tell Octavia."

"Yeah…she's going to be happy." Bellamy whispered, "She'll be the first Aunt in a century. We'll never hear the end of it."

"Raven needs to know and I feel like we should also tell Miller…but everyone else…" Clarke sighed heavily, "They can just find out on their own. No point in holding some large announcement."

"And what do we tell them…about you and me? I imagine they'll have the same reaction as Monty." His hand pressed against her own, his fingers curling in the spaces between her own. It was his way of telling her that he wanted them to be a couple.

"We tell them the truth." Clarke shrugged, "Whatever that may be…"

He cleared his throat, "I want…when this baby is born, I don't want us to be just friends, Clarke. I want to be with you."

"I guess I can live with that." She nearly giggled when he pressed a quick kiss to her head. "You scare me, too."

Review!

Talk with Jaha coming up as well as confrontations with Abby and Wells. Any suggestions?

Don't worry, Jasper and Monty are far from DONE with being overprotective and in Jasper's case, a major snitch.