Chapter 6

Abby's chocolate colored eyes danced between her daughter and Bellamy, her jaw clenched as she noticed the familiar way he touched Clarke's shoulder or brushed her hair from her face. She knew they were close, knew he was helping her with the infant she had found, yet Abby was still uncomfortable to see the way he was with her daughter. The Grounder treaty she and Marcus had come to discuss wasn't confusing at all, they had come to an agreement, but Abby still wanted her daughter's input on the matter, that was the reason she and Marcus had come.

"This is a pretty standard treaty Mom, I don't understand what would be confusing about it," Clarke finally spoke after reading over the terms Marcus had brought for her to review.

"In your honest opinion, working with the Grounders, do you think these terms are fair? Are they being harsh with us or are they being to light in their demands, not trusting us," Abby spoke quietly, her eyes narrowing as Bellamy took a step closer to Clarke and began reading the treaty over her shoulder.

Clarke shrugged her shoulders lightly before turning her head to Bellamy, waiting until he finished reading the papers in her hands before he nodded. They had obviously come to the same conclusion, but Clarke wanted to insure they were on the same page before sharing her thoughts.

"They're a little steeper than ours. But that might be caused from you guys coming down later and backing out of the first agreement we had made with the Coalition. Lexa was pretty pissed," she explained to her mother, pausing to share a look with Bellamy before inhaling breath. However before she could speak, Octavia interrupted their meeting.

"Clarke? I'm sorry, but J just won't settle down. Everything I try just won't work. I don't think he's hungry but you never know right?" Octavia spoke in a rush, obviously worried about the whimpering baby she held to her chest. Clarke offered the younger girl a soft smile before reaching for her son. Abby watched the gentle way Bellamy watched the three, a soft smile pulling on his lips before Clarke began to quietly shush the infant.

Marcus stepped closer to Abby, his larger hand settling on her lower back as he watched Abby for a moment, thinking over his words.

"I told you this wasn't a good idea," he whispered, Abby merely hushed him watching as Clarke shook her golden head.

"He's not hungry or anything O. He doesn't even want Mama right now, do you sweet boy? He just wants attention from Daddy right now," Abby's lips parted in a gasp as Clarke turned towards Bellamy, passing him the infant. She watched in amazement as Julius quieted in moments after Bellamy pulled him to his chest, running his large hand over the little boy's head and murmuring quietly to him.

"You were the same way. You wouldn't feel good and your father was the only one who would be able to soothe you," Abby commented quietly, her eyes trained on the little boy as she stepped closer to her daughter.

"I'm lucky. Normally I'm the only one he wants. I love how attached he is. But I live for these moments Mom. It's not often he gets like this and just... Bellamy is so great with him," Clarke spoke quietly, and Abby could only nod, noticing how natural the other man looked while holding the nearly six month old baby.

"You really care about him, both of them don't you?" Abby questioned quietly, watching as Clarke shrugged her shoulders.

"The minute I found Julius, I knew he would be mine. I love him as if he was my own mom. I've never felt this much love for someone. And Bellamy... We've always been a unit. We've always been a team, partners. He's my best friend but he's always meant more to me, everyone knew that. I wasn't expecting him to offer to help me, to practically force me to accept his help, but I couldn't imagine raising J with anyone else," Abby could hear the love she felt in her tone alone. She exhaled a breath as she pulled her daughter into a tight hug, whispering into her ear, words only for her daughter to hear with the meeting room becoming as crowded as it has over the course of a few minutes.

"You need to tell him how you feel Sweetheart. Because I can guarantee he feels the exact same for you. He needs to know just as much as you need to hear it from him," she pulled back and pressed a kiss to Clarke's forehead before making her way back to Marcus and indicating that it was time for them to return back to Arkadia. Clarke exhaled a slow breath before glancing over her shoulder, her eyes softening as she watched Bellamy gently rock Julius, whispering quietly to the baby as his lips grazed the top of his head. As if he could feel her eyes on him and her mother's departure, Bellamy's amber eyes raised from the infant's face to meet her, the silent question written in his furrowed brows as Clarke shook her head before nodding towards the hatch, quietly informing him she was going to check on the rest of the camp as well as see her mother off. Bellamy only nodded, his attention returning towards the baby and his sister who had been hovering closer to him as Lincoln watched the three with a soft look. Clarke could only smile as she followed her mother down and walked with her towards the gate.

"Clarke, I need to talk to you," Finn's voice carried to her ears as she pulled away from her mother. They had just reached the gates and Clarke was saying her good byes to both Marcus and Abby when Finn decided to make his presences known to the three. She released a quiet groan before noticing the way her mother's eyes narrowed at the sight of the boy making his way towards them.

"Consider what I said earlier Clarke. He... You won't regret it," Abby settled on before glaring at Finn and waiting for Marcus to pull away from her daughter.

"Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't bury herself in work. And remember, if she ever acts a little neurotic, bring her for a visit," Clarke instructed the older man who only chuckled before he nodded his head.

"The same goes for you, Clarke. Look after yourself. You can't loose yourself in work, you have a baby that counts on you," she whispered before pressing a kiss to the top of her head and turning towards Abby.

Inhaling a steadying breath, Clarke turned her attention towards Finn, knowing whatever they were about to discus was not going to be a pleasant topic.

"What did you need Finn?" She finally spoke once he was closer to her. He heaved a deep breath, his chocolate colored irises moving quickly over her features and Clarke knew he was trying to find the right words.

"I think you and I would be good together Clarke. Bellamy can raise that baby you found. He's a natural parent I guess. He doesn't need you with him constantly. You can have a life of your own," Finn started, not realizing the crowd he had attracted when he had called out for the blonde's attention. Clarke's brows furrowed in confusion as she shook her head, loose blonde strands flying out around her.

"What the hell are you talking about? Julius is mine Finn. I took him in, I said I would raise him. I'm... I'm not giving him away just because you think you have feelings for me. He's my son, mine and Bellamy's who has been helping me raise him for the last month while you were off trying to decide if I was worth your attention or not. You aren't worth mine. Get this delusion out of your head because we are never going to happen," Clarke's voice was barely above a whisper and Finn had to strain to hear just what she was saying. He reached for Clarke, hoping he could get her to listen to him only for someone else to clasp his forearm, jerking him forward until he lost his balance.

"I thought we made ourselves perfectly clear, but I guess I was wrong. Raven is going to be pissed but this is so worth it," Murphy growled before his fist connected with Finn's jaw. Clarke exhaled a gasp as she noticed just how furious Murphy was before she jerked him back, quickly feeling his knuckles.

"I don't think Raven's the one you're going to have to worry about. Bellamy's going to be furious as soon as he catches wind of everything that's happened in the last ten minutes," Clarke murmured watching the way Murphy winced slightly at her words. He coughed, pulling his hand from Clarke's grasp and taking a step back.

"I think you might be right about that one Princess," he mumbled forcing Clarke to glance over her shoulder and quietly curse under her breath at the sight of an angry Bellamy storming his way through the crowd that had gathered around her and Finn. The other boy was pushing to his feet, spitting angry about Murphy hitting him before he noticed Bellamy had reached them and was towering over them with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What the hell is going on?" he growled, amber eyes narrowed as he waited for someone to answer him. Clarke exhaled a breath, turning to face him fully and placing a gentle hand on his bicep. Finn watched as the tension slowly drained from the larger man's frame as if her mere touched soothed his soul.

"Finn wanted to talk to me about something, and went to grab my arm to get my attention. Murphy mistook the gesture and reacted before he understood what was happening," Clarke spoke quietly, watching as Bellamy glanced from her to Finn and Murphy before nodding.

"Alright, I think J is hungry, O took him back to our tent so you could feed him," Bellamy informed her. Clarke offered a soft smile before nodding her head and moving around him.

"I'll be there in a minute. There's a couple of things we need to go over," he called over his shoulder when he heard her steps falter slightly.

"Oh, okay," she replied, before continuing on her way. Bellamy's gaze never left Finn as he waited for the crowd that had gathered to disperse.

"Leave her alone. She's not interested in you and it would do you good to respect her wishes," Bellamy growled quietly before turning on his heel and making his way towards the tent he shared with Clarke, eager to see her reaction to his gift he had finally finished.

He moved the tent flap quietly, glancing around the tent until his eyes landed in the corner he had moved the rocking chair towards, finding Clarke seated on it with Julius latched to her breast and suckling loudly.

"It's amazing Bell, thank you," her voice was thick and Bellamy could tell it was from the emotion she was feeling. He offered a slight smile, crooked with one dimple showing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I thought it would be better than that old chair, more comfortable for you," he mumbled as he took a seat on the cot and watched her from under his lashes.

"You're so amazing," Clarke whispered, a soft smile on her lips and Bellamy chocked at hearing her words before he looked up sharply. His eyes searched her features before he pushed to his feet.

"Clarke," he mumbled quietly, not wanting to disturb Julius as he fought for the words he wanted to say.

"You are," she spoke softly, yet he knew she was just stating a fact, and to her that was exactly what it was, a fact. The sky is blue, the sun is hot, Bellamy is amazing. He could only shake his head before he turned on his heel and left the tent, needing to sort through his thoughts before he and Clarke had that discussion, one he knew would change their relationship.

A/N: Chapter 6! Hope you enjoyed. This story is coming to a close. Maybe one more chapter and an epilogue. Let me know what you thought!