Chapter 2

Clarke quickly realized she was the only one her Little Guy would go to as night fell and she asked Harper to hold him while she attempted to mush some berries and dilute the mixture with water. He was screaming by the time she picked him up from the other girl's lap, squirming to get away from her.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong Little Guy? Shh, it's okay, I'm right here," Clarke soothed him easily, tossing Harper an apologetic look before glancing around the fire. Finn had a gentle expression on his features that Clarke chose to ignore before her gaze skipped over to Jasper, Monty, Octavia, Raven and Murphy who were watching her with amused looks on their faces. She slowly scanned the rest of the camp before she found Bellamy and Miller near the edge of the fire, heads huddled together but both watching her. Miller wore an expression of amusement while Bellamy's feature were a mixture of awe and something else she couldn't place.

Clarke could only duck her head before making her way towards her tent, deciding she didn't need an audience for when she fed her Little Guy. She had just sat on the edge of her cot with the baby settled in her lap, an arm supporting his back when Bellamy entered her tent. Surprise colored his features as he took in the sight, his eyes widening before he cleared his throat.

"Did you need something?" Clarke questioned with a thin eyebrow quirked. She dipped a finger in the juice before raising it to the baby's lips as she waited for Bellamy to answer her.

"Yeah, I was... I wanted to hold him. Try to get him used to someone other than you," he explained quickly, watching as Clarke's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why?" She watched as Bellamy closed his amber colored eyes, running his long fingers through his unruly curls that never seemed to sit the way he wanted them to.

"It's the most logical thing to do Clarke. You aren't always going to be there when he starts crying and having a temper tantrum. He needs to know you aren't the only one he can rely on," Bellamy huffed in frustration as he came to stand in front of her. Clarke chewed her bottom lip between her blunt teeth before nodding once, decisively before she jerked her chin to the spot beside her. Bellamy moved slowly until he could lower himself to where she indicated and waiting for her next move. Clarke shifted the baby easily, transferring him from her arms to Bellamy's and watching as his face scrunched up for a moment at the unfamiliar scent. Clarke hushed him softly, watching to ensure Bellamy had a good grip on him before handing him the bowl of berry juice.

"Just dip your finger into it and offer him some," she explained, leaning back to give Bellamy some room. Bellamy did as she instructed, slowly dipping his finger into the juice before lifting it to the baby's lips, allowing some to drip onto his bottom lip and watching as he opened his mouth and sucked the finger into his mouth. Bellamy felt the tension in his shoulders relax as he repeated the action and simply watched the Little Guy suckle on his finger.

"What are you going to do if he doesn't have a family?" Bellamy's voice was rough and he couldn't tell if it was from the emotions clogging his throat or lack of use. He was going to lean towards the latter since he wasn't entirely ready to acknowledge the former. He felt more than saw Clarke shrug her shoulders and he knew she was thinking over her answer carefully.

"I will probably keep him, adopt him. He's a good baby, barely fusses and he doesn't even really know me. I think before bed I'll spend some time with him, skin on skin. I remember reading it's the easiest way for infants to connect with family, usually their parents. And if I'm going to be breast feeding him, I need him to be comfortable with and recognize my scent," Clarke explained carefully, but Bellamy could hear how tense she was from her tone alone, knew she was afraid he was going to disagree with her.

"If that's what you want," was all he said as he continued to feed the baby until he was full. He set the bowl aside, gently rubbing his belly before lifting to his shoulder and softly patting his back to help him burp.

Bellamy pushed to his feet, walking the few steps until he was standing beside the head of the bed and handing the baby over to Clarke, a frown pulling on his lips as he thought over his next words.

"If you need help with anything Clarke, I'm here for you," he finally whispered, watching the soft smile that pulled at the corners of her lips as she glanced at the baby that was beginning to doze against her chest.

"Thanks Bellamy," she replied, watching him nod once before turning on his heel and leaving her tent. He exhaled a breath as he closed his eyes, knowing he was in trouble if he was reacting this way to Clarke with a baby. Shaking his head he made his way towards his own tent, deciding he needed to sleep before he lost him mind.

A few hours later, Bellamy was awake and just laying on his cot, not knowing what it was exactly that had woken him from his sleep. A soft cry, coming from a few tents over sounded, and he realized it was the baby crying and Clarke humming a lullaby. Before he could really think about it, Bellamy was pulling his shirt over his head and striding over towards Clarke's tent, pushing the flap open and ducking inside. The sight that greeted him wasn't one he had been expecting. Clarke was walking the few feet in front of her cot her tent offered her, humming a familiar lullaby under her breath in only her black bra and matching black boy shorts. The little boy's cries had softened to whimpers by the time Bellamy had arrived, and he couldn't help but be entranced by the image she offered.

"Sorry, I thought you might need some help. I heard him from my tent," Bellamy offered when Clarke finally noticed him standing awkwardly in front of her tent's opening. She offered him a small smile as her lips grazed the crown of the baby's head as she continued to sway.

"Actually would you mind taking him for a minute so I can change into something to sleep in. To many of the kids walk in here for my to sleep in just my underwear," Clarke asked, watching as Bellamy reached for the infant, easily adjusting him so his cheek was resting on Bellamy's shoulder as Clarke moved to the small table she was able to fit in her tent. He glanced up when he heard rustling, watching as she discarded her bra on top of a pile of folded clothes before pulling a thin thread bare black shirt over her head and hiding her bare back from his sight.

"Done," she replied unnecessarily, allowing Bellamy to open his eyes, which he hadn't realized he had closed.

He handed the baby back to Clarke, watching her move to lay him down on her cot before climbing behind him and watching was she curled her body protectively around the small boy. He realized in that moment, while Clarke was guarding the baby, no one was guarding her and it left him feeling protective over the two of them.

"Could I... Could I stay with you until you fall asleep? I know you don't really need my help at this point but," Clarke cut him off by raising her blanket that she had pulled over her and the little boy. Bellamy released a soft rush of air before pulling his own shirt off and dropping it on the floor beside her cot before crawling in behind her.

Clarke wasn't aware of it happening, of Bellamy falling asleep with her on the cot in her tent. She was vaguely aware of him asking to stay until she fell asleep, but not much else. She slowly came to in the early hours of dawn and felt the heavy weight of an arm on the dip in her waist, the warm, rough hand splayed on her abdomen under her shirt. However the arm and the hand and even the soft puff of air tickling the hairs at the nape of her neck weren't what woke her. It was the gentle nuzzling Little Guy was doing against her chest, the warm wet and sticking feeling on her breasts. It was with a slow realization that she pushed herself up quickly, causing the arm to drop to her lap roughly. She pulled her wet shirt over her head before tossing it to the end of the cot in a hurry before reaching for the baby and holding him to her chest.

Silently she was praying he would latch, holding her breath as she waited a few moments. Bellamy's voice was rough with sleep when he finally spoke, drawing Clarke's attention to glance over her shoulder. The sight that greeted her wasn't one she had been expecting. Bellamy was propped up on one elbow, his dark amber eyes still clouded with sleep, and his chest was bare, leaving olive skin stretched taut over well formed muscles on display.

"I'm guessing you can breast feed him now?' he questioned huskily, not bothering to clear his throat. However, before Clarke could answer, the flap to her tent rustled before it was pushed open to reveal Finn, eyes widening slightly at Clarke's bare back. Only for them to narrow when his gaze landed on Bellamy who was glaring at him in return.

"I didn't realize you two were fucking," Finn spat, his gaze cold once he returned it to Clarke. Her ice blue eyes narrowed at his words, preparing to turn and face him, even if she was topless, only for Bellamy to push to his feet, blocking her from view.

"Whatever Clarke does in her free time, is her business, not yours. And for your information Spacewalker, she's feeding the kid, so back the fuck off before I make you," Bellamy growled, towering over Finn and glaring down at him. Finn returned his glare before turning on his heel and leaving the tent, only for Octavia to shove her way inside.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just saw Finn leave and figured Clarke would be awake. Lincoln's here. He has some information about the baby," she explained before ducking out. Bellamy glanced over his shoulder, watching as Clarke chewed on her bottom lip before glancing down at the baby that had fallen asleep after drinking his fill of actually milk. Before she could push to her feet like Bellamy knew she was about to do, he tossed her a shirt, turning his back so she would have some privacy of putting on a bra as well as a shirt.

"I'm dressed, she called after a few moments, and he glanced over his shoulder to see she had pulled on her pants and her shirt before adjusting her hold on the baby and following him out of her tent as he led her towards the dropship where O would have shown Lincoln to keep the other delinquents away from him. Even with the relationship with the Grounders better, there was still a lot of tension whenever they came to the camp.

"Octavia said you could tell us about this baby I found the other day," Clarke spoke as soon as her eyes landed on the Grounder, who's own gaze had dropped to the sleeping infant nuzzled against Clarke's chest. Lincoln nodded, inhaling a breath before sharing a look with Octavia who nudged him to speak.

"He comes from a village of female warriors. There are only women who reside there, men are not allowed to enter. They leave to find some one strong to mate with and only keep the girls. The boys are discarded, left for nature to do with as it sees fit. It would appear, nature took pity on this one and placed it in your path," Lincoln spoke quietly, golden eyes watching Clarke carefully.

"Female warriors? Like the Greek Amazons?" Bellamy questioned, watching Lincoln nod his head, before watching as Clarke shifted the baby in her arms.

"They don't want him?" she asked softly, and Lincoln knew she needed the clarification.

"Yes," he answered, watching as she nodded once, decisively, before glancing towards Bellamy.

"I'm keeping him," she informed him, watching as the other man exhaled a breath before nodding.

"He needs a name than, Clarke," he replied, watching her from the corner of his eye.

"What was that one famous Roman Emperor? The one that caused the empire to prosper with his reign?" she questioned lightly, watching as Bellamy's brows furrowed. Neither were aware of Lincoln and Octavia watching them with amusement.

"Julius Ceasar?" he answered, watching as she nodded once.

"Welcome to the family Jules," she whispered before pressing a kiss to his forehead and turning on her heel, deciding she was going to need something to carry him with, holding him all the time wasn't going to work. Bellamy could only shake his head, before glancing over his shoulder towards Lincoln.

"Thank you for the help," he stated, following after Clarke to get started on the project he had enlisted Miller and Raven to help him with.

A/N: Here's Chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed it. There might be two more chapters and an epilogue! Not entirely sure yet. Let me know what you thought!