Chapter 15:

One Week Later

Monty worked tirelessly on finding a solution for Clarke's chronic sickness but so far, his beloved miracles were failing at a ridiculous rate. She did not hear someone approaching over the sound of her losing the contents of her stomach, and possibly the stomachs of all the delinquents in the camp, into an empty bucket. According to her calculations, she was officially seven weeks pregnant due to some information her mother hastily passed onto Monty after her friend told her, "Clarke does not wish to speak with you now" concerning how pregnancies were actually counted. Hint, they were not based off of conception per se. As if Abby was trying to smooth over their arguments—as if, Clarke scoffed—she started telling Monty about the developments of the baby.

This was a problem and also a blessing for Clarke.

In private, Clarke and Bellamy could discuss their baby and its growth like the excited parents they were. Hushed whispers and exclamations of awe would conquer their tent, as Bellamy called it by accident once, the entire night and it could be the best damn thing in the world but Jasper, Monty, and Octavia were driving Clarke absolutely insane. If she had to hear about how her child officially had kidneys and was the size of a Gobi nut—the truest thing close enough to a blueberry in the mind of Jasper Jordan—she would die of boredom. It was fascinating when Bellamy murmured the facts in her ears, eliciting soft moans when he kissed down her stomach and stopped to recite Monty's speech about development but it was downright annoying when Octavia repeatedly poked her over and over again with a statement like, "Your boobs are getting really big" or a question so innocent in nature but so over-asked by the group, "Do you crave anything right now?"

Clarke rested her forehead against the rim of the bucket and released a harsh breath before the intruder's voice broke her concentration, "You pregnant or something?" John Murphy asked, and when Clarke looked at him with her fierce blue eyes, he put his hands up in defense. "Hey, you're the one throwing up in the bucket, don't act like I'm the bad guy."

"Oh, you're not the bad guy. You're just a dick."

Murphy straightened up, "Look at you, all high and mighty…you think you're special because Blake's claimed you as his, think you mean something to him. It's cute." She hated how he used Bellamy's phrase, "But, you see, Bellamy gets bored quickly and if you are pregnant—as I suspect you are—he'll probably end up leaving you."

She narrowed her eyes, "You don't know what you're talking about. Bellamy already knows, for your information, and he's not going anywhere so—"

"Yet."

"—you can shut the hell up." She sobered when she caught Murphy's single syllable rebuttal. If her mind hadn't been bouncing scenarios off her skull every moment she was alone, which was rarely, she would have ignored him. Clarke wanted to be confident in her relationship and fall headfirst into it but rationality held her back. It'd only been a week. It wasn't as if she could hit Murphy with a, "He loves me and he would never leave me" because it wasn't true. There was a probability that Bellamy and she wouldn't work out in the end and he would resume his pants-dropping schedule just as quickly as he stopped it. She wanted to tell Murphy that Bellamy cared about her but the glint in his eyes dared her to say something so pathetic. Bellamy could care about her but never love her. They could have a baby together and never love each other although she was partially screwed in that department because she liked him so very much.

Bellamy was so unreadable sometimes—so hard to understand so, a lot of times she felt like she was guessing how deeply invested he was. Sure, he initiated it and that meant something but it could be from a deep seeded psychological issue stemmed from his broken home as a child. He liked her, he liked making her say his name all night—he was attracted to her but other than that, she was drawing a blank.

It's only been a week, she reminded herself when Murphy opened his mouth to respond. "Face it, Clarke…you're pretty, you've got that damsel in distress look about you with the killer, shocking personality twist but you're just another whore. Congratulations, you've won the drawing. Out of all the girls your new boyfriend banged, he got you pregnant and now you get a few months instead of a few hours in his bed." Clarke's face fell the second he finished talking, her heart speeding up in her ears. Was Murphy right? "But once you've got a screaming infant and diapers to worry about, believe me when I say he won't be so interested in you."

She wanted to tell him that he was wrong.

But what proof did she have but a deep seeded gut feeling?

"Maybe you should have slept with Spacewalker instead…" Murphy departed with a sly grin on his lips, his eyes floating over her body. "My condolences, Princess on the impending doom of your relationship."

Her heart felt like it completely stopped-her bones feeling lighter, her brain accumulating a sort of dizziness about it. How could one man be so cruel? And how could one cruel man send her into such a frenzy of emotion?

-x-

There was only one idiot that would follow her blindly into the woods upon her request.

Wells.

He was still angry with her regarding the entire situation, she could tell by the way he took long strides across the leaves and greenery, but he agreed to accompany her so she wasn't going to say anything about his behavior. They walked in silence for a long time before she could hear a water source nearby. Bellamy was just now allowing her a bit of freedom, although she detested him allowing her to do anything. Already, she was abusing the fact that he wasn't following her with his dark eyes. "I don't want to be called Uncle Wells." It was his acceptance of her silent apology for her attitude over the last year. In truth, she didn't know how to address the subject without digging up the memories she would rather forget. Her father being sucked into the never-ending universe, for one. "Wells is just fine with me."

Clarke nodded her head, "I can agree to that." A slow smile worked its way over her features as she leaned down and picked up a stray leaf untouched by the cold air. "You're thoughts are entirely too loud, Wells. I can practically hear you screaming, why him? Why him? Why him?" She wanted to keep the mood light so she forced a smile, "Honestly…and don't be offended…we were most likely going to end up married. That's what our parents wanted. That's what…" She stopped herself before she said you wanted, "and we would have been practical. I love you, Wells. I love you because you've been my only friend since we were born."

"We made sense."

"Exactly, we made sense…we made so much sense but love isn't rational—at least, not any type of love I want to be in. I used to tell myself that I could live a full life with you…but I don't want to be full, I want to be consumed and—"

"Bellamy consumes you with those dark, controlling eyes and his stupid ass smirk." Wells was laughing, but she could see that he was starting to understand where she was coming from. "Maybe I knew—no, I think I always knew that you belonged with someone else. Did I think it would be Bellamy Blake? Hell no. But I think anyone can look at you and just know that you're taken. Not just now but before…even single, you were taken by some force of nature that directs you towards these situations…"

"Situations?"

Wells snorted, "Okay…let's start with your excessive back talk and how our teacher wanted to make it illegal for students to disrespect their elders because of you. But, hell, you were right so I guess that makes it okay. Then…" He paused and Clarke knew what he was about to say, she nodded before he continued. "You got arrested for treason…that word is so double-sided, you know? You got arrested for trying to save the lives of your people but somehow you were betraying them. Still, you get arrested because you weren't going to back down. You get sent to Earth and who in the hell do you fall for? The rebel. The rebel, Clarke! And it's your M.O. because despite our upbringing, you're the freaking rebel."

Clarke let out a shaky laugh before she agreed with him. "Wells…" Clarke bit her lip, "Is it that obvious that I am totally screwed when it comes to him?"

"I think it's even clearer that he's totally screwed when it comes to you. He loses his train of thought every time he sees you. I swear, he was in the middle of ripping Murphy—" She involuntarily winced when she heard his name and Wells took notice but waited to complete his thought. "—a new one when he caught sight of you and just stood there." Wells waited a few seconds, "What did Murphy do? And please tell me he didn't try to spell. It's embarrassing."

"You can't tell Bellamy."

Wells furrowed his brows, "That bad?"

"You and I both know it doesn't have to be bad for Bellamy to freak out…but yeah, it was kind of bad. Apparently, I've won the Harem potluck draw and have been granted a temporary lease on Bellamy. According to Murphy, we're a lost cause…and the insecure part of me, the part that knows Bellamy and I aren't ready to admit how we feel is scared he might be right." Clarke inhaled sharply, "We've been together for a week—"

"An Earth week. You've been together for a week. You found out you were pregnant, you two clearly slept together again, and you told people about your pregnancy. That's your personal shit. Then, you've also been attacked by an assassin, had a prisoner break loose, pardoned Bellamy…there's other stuff on that list and it's been one week. One week on Earth equals a month on the Ark, really."

Clarke rolled her eyes, "I would prefer that… nine weeks of getting fat instead of nine months. I don't know what I'm going to do when I start showing." The mere thought caused her to feel self-conscious. Wells wrapped his arm around her shoulders in a comforting manner.

"Let's get back to camp, mom."

"Don't make me rethink the whole Uncle thing."

-x-

Four minutes.

It took four minutes for Jasper Jordan to corner her once she arrived back in camp. They were standing in front of the rations table, her eyes running over the food. She wanted it, but she knew she couldn't just snack all the time. He crossed his arms and shook his head once he closed the distance, "I am so disappointed in you right now." He told her with a stern expression. Clarke felt like a child being scolded for playing with matches or something, "Do you know how worried I was about you? Do you know how long I waited for you to return?" He shook his head one last time before he wrapped her in his arms. His grip was surprisingly tight considering his scrawny figure. "Forget it, forget it…I'm just glad you're okay and safe."

"Wow, mom. I think you're lactating." Clarke mumbled when he finally released her. "I'm fine, Jas. I took a walk with Wells. We talked. It was nice." Jasper did not seem pleased with her excuse. He crossed his arms like Bellamy and looked down at her. Oh no, she mentally sighed, this is not good. She knew Jasper looked up to Bellamy but she seriously didn't need two of him running around and making sure she wasn't putting herself in danger. She watched his eyes dart behind her and return back to her nervously. "You sold me out, didn't you? Didn't you, Jasper?"

"Sorry?"

She cursed under her breath before she turned around and glared at Bellamy. "I had a weapon in my boot. I took Wells. Nothing happened. I'm fine." To soften his mood, she placed a hand over her stomach, "We're fine." She noticed the slip of his lips when she did it and she smiled, knowing she had him.

"I don't want you to do that again." Bellamy's tone was light, almost feathery as he peered at her through heavy lashes. He was tired. There was some type of satisfaction in the fact that she kept him up all night and it showed. "If you need to stretch your legs, I'll go with you."

"No!" Jasper yelled, "I won't let you use your body as a bargaining chip, Clarke Griffin. Be strong, man! Don't you see what she's doing?" He moved his hand, indicating Clarke's growing chest. "She's using these—" He made a circular motion to highlight the area, "—to get in your head. You're not allowed outside the gate at all, missy. Now, go to your tent and think about the stress you have caused the people that care about you and Baby Blake right now." He cleared his throat, "And no funny business tonight, either!"

Bellamy looked at Jasper with a twisted up expression on his face as if he didn't know whether to be angry, amused, or proud. Clarke decided to use all the power in her arsenal against Jasper. She turned her eyes longingly towards the rations table, sighing. "Are you hungry?" Bellamy asked her, a more serious tone than earlier.

"Do you have cravings?" Jasper asked with wide eyes like he'd completed a puzzle. "This is so awesome!"

"Yeah….awesome." Clarke said under her breath, "As much as I would love to follow your orders—both of your orders—I have a med-bay to organize and patients to see." She grabbed a rations pack and turned on her heel.

She thought she heard Jasper say something like, "What are we going to do with her, Bell?"

To which Bellamy replied, "Shut the fuck up and get back to work." But he quickly added, "You're doing a fine job, keep up the great work."

Men.

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