A/N: This chapter went in a different direction than I had originally intended but I think I prefer it this way. Originally Raven was just going to be a girl they met but I came up with her back-story with Bellamy and ran with it. I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks for reading. If you have a minute to leave a review or comment or send me a message on Tumblr (shesamarshmallow) with feedback it would be greatly appreciated.

He looks over at her but she's not looking back at him. She's laughing and he loves the way her mouth looks when she laughs. Lincoln just told a joke, he didn't really hear it but Clarke finds it funny. His foot brushes hers under the table and she catches his eye. She screws up her face and sticks out her tongue at him; they are adults after all. Octavia and Lincoln are not even paying attention, now engrossed in some silly argument about a movie they watched earlier. Octavia insists the fighting style of the warriors was not historically accurate, that's his sister. Clarke mouths I love you and he smiles, she does and he loves her too.

When Octavia and Lincoln settle their debate dinner is finally served. Lasagna, this pleases Bellamy because Octavia's lasagna has always been one of his favourite foods. He was relieved when she learned to cook because as Clarke can attest, he will never have a show on Food Network. Octavia cuts him a huge piece and shakes her head playfully at the grateful smile that plays across his features. They dig in and everyone is silent for a while. The lasagna is good and the silence is comfortable.

"So," Octavia starts, "I'm just going to come out with it. You're going to be an uncle big brother."

Clarke smirks as Bellamy's jaw drops. Clarke was right and she's never going to let him forget it.

She gets up from her chair and throws her arms around Octavia from behind, kissing her on the cheek. She's excited and Bellamy's not surprised, she loves kids. Clarke is forever telling him about the children she encounters at work. Being a nurse the kids are usually not the happiest when they see her, but she makes it her mission to cheer them up if she can. Bellamy watches as Clarke and Octavia squeal excitedly about baby this and baby that. He has a feeling he'll be hearing a lot more of that over the next seven months.

Bellamy gives Lincoln a nod and smiles. He's not really mad at him; he's been too good to Octavia for Bellamy to ever be really mad at him. It took him a while to come around to the idea of his little sister dating a former junkie who is decidedly a little too old for her, but he got over it. Lincoln is hard to dislike. He's smart, he shares Bellamy's interest in history and as Clarke always says, he has a heart of gold. He works with at risk youth and how can anyone say they dislike a guy like that. Lincoln smiles back, Bellamy's seal of approval is important to Octavia and Octavia is important to him.

Clarke and Octavia are still chatting animatedly when Bellamy comes around and wraps them both in a hug. He presses a kiss to the side of Octavia's head and ruffles her hair.

"Congratulations guys, I mean it."

Octavia can tell that her brother is being genuine, she can always tell with him.

"Thank you," she smiles.

"Just make sure Bellamy is at the top of your list of names, for a boy or a girl," he jokes.

"Or Clarke," his girlfriend chimes in.

They all laugh as they sit back down. Octavia will have made something special for dessert, especially given the news she had to share. Bellamy hopes that it's chocolate cake and is pleasantly surprised when Octavia removes the cover from her creation and he sees the icing. His favourite, of course; he recognizes it as peace offering in case she needed one after her announcement.

"So, what's new with you two?" Octavia asks between bites of cake.

"Not much," Bellamy shrugs.

"Well, we did run into an old friend of Bell's at the drug store. Raven something."

Octavia raises an eyebrow at Clarke's revelation. "Raven, as in the Raven Reyes?"

"Yeah," Bellamy confirms, "I guess she moved back to town."

Clarke can tell by the way Octavia said her name that there's something she's missing.

"Are you going to see her again?" Octavia asks and they can both sense the curiosity.

"Maybe," Bellamy is being deliberately vague and he wishes his sister could take a hint.

Lincoln speaks up to say, "isn't Raven that girl who…" but shuts up quickly when Bellamy elbows him.

Clarke's eyes find Bellamy's and he knows this conversation isn't going to end the way he'd hoped. They are definitely going to talk about Raven Reyes. He tries to break eye contact with her but he's always had trouble doing that. Clarke is looking at him and he can't help but look back.

"We slept together back in high school, it only happened twice. She wanted to get back at her cheating boyfriend and I was there. I wanted something more and she stayed with him. That's all it was, all we were."

Clarke recognizes that voice; it's melancholy and non-committal. She's not sure she believes the finality in the way Bellamy says that's all they were, but she drops it. Now is not the time or the place to talk about a past fling of Bellamy's.

She just says, "okay."

The car ride home is silent. Clarke still rests her head on his shoulder as he drives. Still rubs her hand up and down his thigh gently. Still sings along to every song that comes on the radio. Bellamy still pretends he hates her taste in music but sings along with every song anyway. Still kisses her when they stop at a red light. Still rolls up the windows when he can see that she's shivering. He knows they're okay.

She runs through the door and flops onto the couch as soon as she makes it inside. Her eyes are begging him to come over and cuddle. He obliges, he is far too weak a man to resist those eyes. She's taking up most of the couch but he squeezes next to her. She adjusts herself so she's laying back against him. He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head. She flicks on the TV and he tries to contain a sigh when she settles on Top Model. The girls are pretty but the photos are weird.

"Did you love her?" Clarke asks.

It comes out of the blue but Bellamy knows exactly who she's talking about.

"I almost did."

He didn't lie. They did only sleep together twice. Her boyfriend Finn slept with some pretty blonde girl at a party. She hated that he cheated, it broke her heart but she loved him. She just wanted to get back at him. Bellamy was a friend, sort of. They were in a lot of the same classes. They worked on group projects together and Raven always sided with him when debates broke out. They went bowling once, or rather Raven showed up when Bellamy was bowling once and she joined him. They talked after school, sometimes for hours. She had nowhere she needed to be and neither did he. She cried on his shoulder when it happened, she wasn't crying anymore when she woke up the next morning in his bed.

He put a hole in the wall the afternoon he told her that she was staying with Finn. She said that he still wanted her and that she still loved him. He didn't bother to tell her that he wanted her too. He didn't say that he wouldn't ever cheat on her. He didn't tell her that she took his breath away and made him feel again. For the first time since his mother's death he could feel again. He didn't tell her any of that because it didn't matter. Her mind was made up and he wasn't out to complicate her life. She had known Finn since childhood; he was just a blip on her radar in high school. She could forget about him easier than she ever could Finn. He let her go and he's wondered about what could have been ever since. The hole is still there, Octavia hangs artwork over it and no one but the two of them know that it's there.

Clarke turns to face him and runs her fingers along his cheek. She kisses his lips. Her lips are soft and Bellamy lets her pepper the skin along his neck with kisses. She's straddling him now and running her fingers through his curls. This doesn't feel like jealously but something has gotten into her and Bellamy likes it. He's barely breathing when she pulls away, pressing one last kiss to his forehead.

She whispers in his ear, "I love you."

"I don't deserve you," the words escape his lips and Clarke frowns.

She moves off of his lap and sits back down next to him. She rubs soothing circles on his thigh. She's not saying anything, neither of them are. Clarke doesn't know what to say. She waits for him to be ready to say anything else.

He stands and paces the floor in front of her. He's making her nervous and she's worried about him.

"Bell, what's wrong?"

It's still a few minutes before he speaks up. Clarke just stares at his back.

He turns towards her and she can see that he's crying, "I saw her and I couldn't help but think about how much I wanted to kiss her again. I love you Clarke, more than anything in the world but I wanted to kiss her and that killed me. I'm so sorry."

Clarke stands and takes two steps towards him. He doesn't move to embrace her. She closes the gap between them and reaches her hands up, placing one on each of his shoulders.

"Bellamy, hey, stop beating yourself up," she wipes a tear from his cheek. "It's okay. I love you too and I'm glad you told me. Maybe it's weird but I'm not upset. I think that maybe we can love more than one person and maybe that's okay."

Her hands fall from his shoulders and he wraps his arms around her waist. He starts to sway slowly. She leans her head against his chest and dances with him. There's no music but it doesn't matter. They don't speak for a while, they've already said so much. When the silence breaks it's Bellamy who speaks first. His lips are pressed to her ear and he kisses her and then whispers, "You are my everything Clarke Griffin."

She kisses his cheek, "and you are mine Bellamy Blake."

He wants to get back to what Clarke said about loving more than one person, but not right now. He takes her hand and leads her to their bedroom. She strips off her shirt and lays down on the bed. She sticks out her tongue and Bellamy finds her seduction technique more adorable than anything else. His shirt joins hers in a pile on the floor. His hands are tangled in her hair as he kisses her. He loves the way she smiles into lips. Darkness envelopes them and they are a tangle of limbs.

The light blinds him as it shines through the window in their bedroom. Neither of them thought to close the curtains in their haste to get into bed last night. He traces a pattern on Clarke's still bare skin, willing her awake with his touch. She rolls over and faces him. She's smiling; she's always smiling in the morning. Bellamy wonders if it's his presence that makes her smile or if she's always been a morning person.

"Morning love," he greets her as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

"Morning Bell. Did you sleep okay?"

He brushes wisps of blonde hair out of her eyes and kisses her on the lips. He nods in answer to her question and rolls off the bed. Clarke watches as he collects his clothes from the floor. He throws them in the hamper and walks around the room looking for something clean to wear. She winks at him as he pulls on a pair of SpongeBob boxers. A few minutes later a blue t-shirt covers his torso and he's fastening his belt. His hair is a mess, but there are very few times when his curls behave. He leans down to kiss Clarke once more before he exits the bedroom. She watches him walk down the hall before getting up to shower.

When Clarke rejoins him in the kitchen after a quick shower she can already smell coffee. She smiles when she sees her favourite mug on the table. One cream, one sugar, he always remembers. She lets the smell waft into her nostrils before taking a sip. It was the smell of coffee that made her try it in the first place. She doesn't even really care for the taste. She's not sure he even noticed that she entered the room, too engrossed in whatever it is he's attempting to make.

When he turns around he places a plate with toast and fruit on it in front of her. She grabs a piece of toast from the plate and takes a bite. He sits down opposite her and sips his own coffee; black as night, she knows it. He doesn't normally eat breakfast but he takes a piece of toast from her plate and takes a big bite.

He hesitates but decides to just say it. "What did you mean last night when you said maybe we could love more than one person?"

Clarke finishes chewing before she answers. "I just mean that we are capable of so much love, maybe not everyone was meant to share that love with just one person. Maybe we have more than one soul mate."

It sounded less cheesy in her head but she goes with it.

"You really believe that?" he looks at her expectantly.

She nods. "I always kind of have, I've just never been in a situation where it might have mattered."

"And now you are?"

"You tell me."

"I just want to see her again," there's a desperation in his voice that Clarke takes note of.

She's heard it before. When his lips are pleading for hers. When his body wants to be wrapped around hers. When he needs her.

"Then it's settled. Let's invite her to dinner."

Bellamy looks at her quizzically. Clarke knows what he's thinking but she waits for him to say it.

"Are you sure?"

"She seems nice," she says, Clarke isn't exactly lying; Raven did seem friendly when they met.

She's also hot, very hot, but Clarke doesn't say that. She doesn't mention how shiny her hair was, or how gorgeous her dark eyes were. She doesn't mention she's been curious about Raven since the day they met at the drug store. Clarke doesn't mention any of this, she feels a little guilty but it doesn't seem like her place. She's Bellamy's ex-something, sort of ex; she's Bellamy's whatever she is. She won't exactly be disappointed to see her again though.

"Okay," he nods, "I'll give her a call and invite her out to catch up."

He wastes no time, as soon as she gives him the go ahead he's scrambling around looking for her number. Clarke hasn't opened the mascara she bought yet; the scrawl on the back of the package is visible on their coffee table.

She watches as he takes a deep breath before dialing. He's nervous. It's cute. He dials and his phone volume is always up so loud she can hear it ringing from across the table. She can hear Raven answer, a jovial hello followed by a polite, who is this?

"It's Bellamy Blake," he answers.

She can't hear the whole conversation but she picks out bits and pieces. Bellamy invites her to have dinner at a restaurant they've never been to. She recognizes the name though; it's a more upscale place than they typically go to. She accepts if the smile on his face is any indication.

"We are having dinner with Raven on Friday night."

She smiles over at him, "sounds good babe."

She's not entirely sure how to feel. She sort of has a date with her boyfriend and a girl he used to like, maybe love if she's being honest with herself. It's weird right; she thinks it's weird. Most women wouldn't be so calm about their boyfriend wanting to hang out with an old flame. Maybe calm is the wrong word; she's actually kind of excited. If nothing else she gets a glimpse into Bellamy's past. She knows she's part of his future but she wants to know about this part of his past. She knows Octavia well, she's the biggest piece of his past but she can't recall hearing very much about high school. Octavia has told her some stories but mostly she's blocked out everything from around the time their mother died.

She texts Octavia.

Having dinner with Raven on Friday, that's weird right?

Have fun; you'll like her ;)

Clarke isn't sure what to make of Octavia's reaction. Maybe it's just Octavia being Octavia, maybe she's reading more into the winking emjoi than she should but maybe Octavia is onto something.

"Hey," Bellamy's voice breaks her out of the daydream she didn't even know she was having.

"Hey."

"You're sure this is okay with you? I don't know how happy I would be if you said you wanted to see an ex…"

His voice trails off at the word ex. She's not really his ex.

"It's fine, I'm excited and I can assure you I have no exes that I care enough about to see again."

"Okay, as long as you're sure. If at any point between now and Friday night you change your mind just say the word and I'll call her back and cancel. You mean more to me than anything else Clarke, anything."

"I know," she gets up and kisses him on the cheek. "I know."

She heads into the living room and grabs her sketchbook off the table. He watches as she stretches out on the floor and opens it. She runs her fingers over a few of her other drawings before settling on an empty page. Most of the sketches in this book are of Bellamy. She draws him when he's sleeping, or reading or just sipping his morning coffee. She likes drawing people; she's good at it. Today she starts sketching a woman, long dark hair in a ponytail flowing from the top of her head.