Chapter 3

Abby learned of her adopted grandson when Marcus and she had decided to pay the Delinquents' camp their monthly visit. She walked through the gates with a confident stride, her chocolate brown eyes eagerly looking for her daughter, only to stop short at the sight that greeted her. Marcus had come to stand beside her, a teasing comment on his lips before he followed her line of sight, saw just what it was that caused the usually stoic woman to gape. Clarke was sitting outside the dropship, a blanket spread out on the grass surrounding her with an infant laying on his belly. It wasn't a sight Abby had expected, yet she felt the tears prickled the corner of her eyes as she made her way carefully towards her daughter.

"I wasn't aware you were pregnant Clarke," Abby spoke quietly, watching the way her daughter's ice blue eyes jumped from the sleeping baby to her mother, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I wasn't," she answered softly, watching as confusion colored her mother's features.

"I found him about a week ago when I went to collect herbs. He was abandoned and I... I decided to adopt him," Clarke explained slowly, keeping her voice low so not to wake the child sleeping near her.

"Did you," Clarke narrowed her eyes at her mother's words, cutting Abby off.

"Yes Mom, I tried to find his family. Lincoln informed me he came from a village of female warriors. They only keep the girls and toss the boys out, claiming they are allowing Nature to take it's course. He's mine. His name is Julius," Clarke kept her voice level, something that surprised Abby, as she knew how bad her daughter's temper could be.

"Are you raising him alone?" she finally asked, exhaling a breath before glancing towards the sleeping child and finally taking in his delicate features. Clarke shook her head, dropping one of her hands from the sketch book Abby hadn't noticed was in her lap, watching as her fingers lightly traced Jules's back.

"No, Bellamy's been helping me with him. It's been an adjustment, and he remembers what it was like with Octavia and offers advice and helps when he gets to fussy with one of the other kids and helps calm him before I can get to him," Clarke answered with a soft smile curling on her lips. Abby nodded, pressing her lips together before lowering herself to the blanket, deciding to sit with her daughter and her adopted grandson.

"How is he eating?" she questioned, deciding to be a doctor for a moment, her chocolate brown eyes dancing from the sleeping infant to her daughter who was chewing on her lip nervously.

"I've been breastfeeding him," she answered quietly, not seeing the way Abby's eyes widened at her words before she slowly nodded her head.

"So you were paying attention to my lessons," Abby spoke in what she hoped was a teasing tone. Clarke offered a slight smile, nodding her head.

"Yeah, I did. It came in handy. I think he's about five months, I'm not entirely sure and I forgot to ask Lincoln about it, but it's a pretty good educated guess," Clarke stated, watching her mother nod before glancing at the baby boy.
"That means the mother kept him a secret for five months before she was forced to abandon him," Abby offered, watching the way Clarke's shoulders tensed before she nodded her head.

"Marcus and I need to speak with you an Bellamy about the camp, I'll come find you after he wakes," Abby stated, pushing to her feet and glancing towards her daughter's sketch pad which was laying open in her lap. Abby's eyes widened at the image she saw before a soft smile danced on her lips as she turned on her heel and went in search of either Marcus or Raven. Clarke watched as he mother walked away before returning her attention to the sketch she had been working on, knowing she wouldn't be able to show it to anyone, it was just something she had wanted to keep for herself and maybe share with Julius when he was older. Her strokes were light, the light blue pigment of the pencil offering a softness to the sharp lines she was drawing.

"Saw your mother and Marcus have arrived," Bellamy's voice jolted Clarke, surprising her from her sketch as she glanced towards Jules who was just starting to stir and Clarke could only blame it on hearing Bellamy's voice.

"You shouldn't be so loud. I know they're here. Mom came over as soon as she saw Julius and questioned me about him," Clarke answered, carefully closing her sketch pad and setting it beside her before arching her back which had stiffened from remaining in the same position for so long. Bellamy rolled his eyes at her reprimand before lowering himself down on the other side of Julius, his large tanned hand covering the entire expanse of the baby's small back.

"What she say?" he questioned quietly, watching as Clarke stretched her arms out in front of her, not really looking at him yet.

"Just the usual. Wanted to know how I came to have him, if I was taking care of him alone, who was helping me, if he had parents who were going to be looking for him," Clarke answered with a shrug, her ice blue eyes taking in the bustling of the camp as she ignored the weight of Bellamy's gaze as it rested on her.

"What did you tell her?" he asked, nervous about her answer, but wanting to know if she had lied to her mother or not.

"The truth," was all Clarke said before Julius began to whine, alerting the two that he was finally awake and hungry as well. Clarke could only roll her eyes as she reached for him.

"Such a boy, aren't you Little Guy. You sleep for a bit than demand some food," Clarke cooed, adjusting him in her hold so she could pull her top down for him, only for Bellamy to yank her to her feet by the arm that wasn't holding Julius. Clarke's eyes widened as her grip on the baby tightened as she stumbled after Bellamy who was pulling Clarke towards his tent.

"What the hell Bellamy? I could have dropped him! Next time give me some warning," Clarke spat as he pulled her into his tent and turned her towards his cot.

"Next time? You planning on making a habit of almost flashing the entire camp your tits Clarke?' Bellamy growled in return, a fire burning in his amber colored irises, making them look like glowing embers. Clarke furrowed her brow as she gently rocked Julius, confused by his sudden attitude about her breastfeeding the baby.

"Excuse me? My son is hungry. I was going to feed him. I don't understand why you're so mad over that fact," Clarke shook her head, tugging the loose collar of her shirt down once again, watching Bellamy from under her lashes as she adjusted her hold on Julius who nuzzled against her skin for a moment before latching and suckling loudly.

"There are boys out there who wouldn't see it that way Clarke. They would see it as an easy way to sneak a peak at you," Bellamy's voice was a rough growl as her turned to begin pacing the length of his tent, running his long fingers through his wild curls in frustration.

"Jesus Bellamy, who cares? They're just a pair of tits. It's not like we have so much privacy here at camp," Clarke argued, not understanding why he was so angry.

"Not yours, okay? You are the only one none of these kids have seen, and I'm not about to let them. You're important Clarke. They wouldn't respect you if... Just when you need to feed him make sure it's somewhere private," he pleaded, watching as she rolled her eyes before nodding.

"Fine," she mumbled, watching the tension drop from his shoulders before he nodded slowly. Clarke dropped her gaze to the baby who was suckling hungrily from her breast, drinking his fill. She felt her lips curving into a soft smile as she raised a finger to sweep down his cheek. She didn't see the softness that filled Bellamy's eyes as he watched her, didn't see the gentle smile that curved his lips before he glanced towards his tent flap.

"I'm going to make sure no one's cut off a limb. Come find me once he's settled and we can have that fucking awful meeting with your mother and Kane," Bellamy stated, not waiting for a reply before back out of the tent and deciding he needed to check in with Raven about that project she was designing for him.

Abby's eyes tracked Clarke across the top level of the dropship where they usually held the monthly meetings. She moved gracefully while holding the infant to her shoulder. His cheek was resting on her shoulder, a hand clutching a fist full of light blonde hair as she soothed him easily. Someone, Monroe she believes had been holding him while Clarke did something, but little Julius hadn't liked being away from Clarke however long it took her to get something to eat. Abby watched as Bellamy climbed up the ladder, Kane right behind him before he made his way towards Clarke. She watched as he lightly touched Clarke's other shoulder, a sign that he was there before he ran his head over the dozing baby's head, dropping a kiss first to Clarke's temple than to the crown of the baby's head before he bent slightly so he was eye level with the infant. Abby had wandered closer to the three, curious by their dynamic and heard him speak.

"We've talked about this Jules. Just like you've got to eat, so does Mom. Monroe isn't going to let anything happen to you," Bellamy spoke softly, and Abby felt like she was intruding for a moment.

"It's fine Bellamy," Clarke spoke quietly, watching him lift his gaze from the infant before he narrowed his amber orbs towards her.

"You barely eat as it is Clarke. You're not going to be any good to either of us if you faint from not eating. After we finish up here, I'll take him. That way you have more than five minutes to eat an actual meal," his tone of voice left no room for Clarke to actually argue, so she rolled her eyes instead, dropping into a chair as Bellamy finally acknowledged the other two in the room.

"Abby, Kane, what would you like to talk about now?" he spoke with authority, and Abby had to admire the way he was looking after her daughter and grandson.

"He's a good person," Abby glanced towards the voice that had spoken, her caramel irises falling on Octavia, Bellamy's illegal sister. Standing beside her was the Grounder Abby knew had left his clan.

"I never said he wasn't," Abby answered, her brows furrowing in confusion as she sat on the outskirts of the fire, picking at the food they were serving for dinner, her gaze focused intently on Clarke and Bellamy as they took turns eating.

"You don't trust him. It shows in the way you watch his every move. From how he interacts with Clarke and Julius. You don't have to say anything. Just so you know, he would walk through hell for Clarke," Octavia replied, her hazel eyes narrowed as she watched the older woman.

Abby frowned at her words, glancing towards the young woman before focusing her eyes on her daughter once again.

"I know your brother has a sense of loyalty towards Clarke, however that isn't what every mother wants for their child," Abby spoke softly, a sad smile pulling on her lips before she frowned at the snort Octavia released.

"Loyalty? You think that's the only reason my brother would walk over hot coals bare foot for your daughter? He literally looks at Clarke as if she personally hung the moon just for him. Her coming back with Julius was like a dream for my brother, albeit a bit wrong. He wants children with her, and seeing the way she is with that baby just enforces that want in him. He loves Clarke, more than anyone ever will or ever could," Octavia stated, before turning on her heel and dragging Lincoln behind him, only for him to resist, nodding for her to go on. She shrugged, making her way towards her brother and adopted nephew.

"You must understand, those Blakes are fiercely protective over those they care for, just as they are loyal to them. Octavia just wanted you to understand Bellamy would never do anything to hurt Clarke, he's loved her for a while now. Their souls are tied, Abby, and Julius just enforced that," Lincoln spoke softly, following after Octavia and leaving her speechless. She exhaled a sigh, deciding she needed to eat before she went to sleep for the night.

A/N: Chapter 3! Mostly in Abby's pov. Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to let me know what you thought! The next chapter might be in Raven, Murphy, Octavia, Lincoln, Finn, Monty, Miller, and Jasper's pov. Not sure yet, but am open to suggestions!