A/N: I honestly dont have a valid excuse for not updating. I had some crazy writers block and then midterms started and I've barely had any time to write. But I'm on spring break right now, so hopefully I'll be able to do some more writing. But anyways, here you guys go!

Bellamy started at the shrill ring of his phone. He reached for his phone and furrowed his brow when he saw the caller on the screen. Mom. Bellamy stared at the screen for a brief moment in confusion before chuckling and shaking his head. He had forgotten to tell his mom that his flight would be delayed. He almost kicked himself for his absentmindedness. Aurora Reed was protective of her children, to say the least. Growing up, Bellamy and Octavia had often complained of her being a helicopter parent. Not that Bellamy could blame her; she did raise two children singlehandedly for several years. And while her protective manner had lessened over the years, Aurora still demanded updates and regular phone calls. Sighing in defeat, Bellamy accepted the call. "Hi mom."

"Oh thank God! He's alive!"

Well, this was new. "Mom, why would you think I was dead?" Bellamy asked incredulously.

"Because you were supposed to be here by now," Aurora stated the obvious in the way only a mother could.

Bellamy sighed. "My flight got delayed."

"And what, you didn't think to call?"

"Yeah well," Bellamy glanced over at Clarke still slumped over the table. "I've been busy."

Aurora scoffed. The drone of several buttons being pushed came over the line. "That's how long it would have taken."

"Mom, what's wrong?" Bellamy frowned. Aurora was sounding more than just worried over a delayed flight.

"Nothing. I-I'm just upset because we thought you were coming tonight."

"You're also a terrible liar." Bellamy deadpanned.

"I'm not lying. Everything's fine."

Fine. Fine?! Fine is the universal word for problem. No one ever said they were 'fine' and truly was. "Everything's fine? Mom, now you're starting to freak me out. Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to ask dad?"

Whatever Bellamy expected his mom to say, he wasn't expecting her to say nothing. The silence on the line was deafening. "Mom?"

"Are you talking to Bell?" His dad's voice came from the background. "Yes. I'm talking to him now. Pick up the other phone." Bellamy couldn't make out Max's next words, but he heard his mom's distraught reply vividly. "You said not to tell him on the phone!"

Bellamy froze. "Tell me what?" He tried to swallow the panic he felt raising in his chest, but it had been years since he had last heard his mom so anxious. "Mom, dad. Tell me what?"

Aurora choked back a sob. "I'm hanging up." The click of the phone punctuated her words.

"Dad?" Bellamy whispered.

"Yeah, I'm still here. But according to the doctors', not for much longer."

Bellamy's breath caught in his chest. "What?" He choked out.

"It's the big C, Bell. No magic pill or shot can change that."

"Dad—" Bellamy tried to speak, but Max cut him off.

"It's terminal, okay? Stage 4. There's not much the doctors can do."

Bellamy ran a hand over his face. His dad had cancer. Terminal cancer. His dad was dying of cancer. Max was the only man Bellamy really looked up too, could really call his dad. His own biological father had left him and his mom in Australia for a job overseas and a younger woman. He contacted them once; with a lawyer and divorce papers. Bellamy had a front row seat to watch his distraught mother cope and try to maintain a good face for her son. He was six years old, and his mom had just found out she was pregnant with Octavia. Bellamy got to watch his mom struggle to raise a six year old boy singlehandedly, all the while pregnant with his sister. But then Aurora met Max, a US Marine deployed to Australia for two years. He watched as his mom fell in love with the American, and Max with her. At the end of Max's deployment, they married and Max moved them to the states. He got to see his mom be happy again. He got to be happy again. He had a dad now who loved him and Octavia as his own, even though they weren't biologically his. This was the man who taught Bellamy how to play hockey, who encouraged Octavia to pursue her black belt in Taekwondo. He came to every hockey game, every martial arts match. The man who taught Bellamy to tie a tie, encouraged him and his love of history, tutored him through calculus. The only man Bellamy can truly call "Dad" and he's dying of cancer.

Bellamy cleared his through harshly. "Dad. Stop talking like that."

"Talking like what? This is how I always talk."

Bellamy bowed his head at his father's words. It was true. His dad was blunt to a fault, truthful, and dowsed with raw humor.

"To tell you the truth, I only have one real regret." Max didn't wait to hear Bellamy's reply. "It would have been nice to meet the woman who would one day become your wife."

Bellamy swallowed thickly. "Oh, dad." He stared down at the table, ashamed. Of course his dad would want to be around for his wedding. Octavia's too, if her boyfriend ever popped the question. But at least Octavia had a prospect, and a good one at that. Bellamy had no one. It had been years since he was serious about anyone. He was content with his flings, hadn't wanted to become permanently attached to someone for the rest of his life yet. For all his relationship flaws, marriage was the one thing he took seriously. He wasn't going to be like his biological father and leave his wife just because he wanted to. No, to Bellamy, marriage was forever. And he just wasn't ready for that yet, wasn't sure if he ever would be. As determined as he was to not be like his biological father, he was terrified that that's who he would be. After all, they shared the same blood. But now, his greatest fear was standing between him and giving Max his dying wish. Bellamy lifted his head and tried to think of a response. A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye made him pause, and he turned toward the source. Clarke. Still passed out on the table, but she had shifted so she was now facing him. Her blonde waves splayed on the table, with several pieces sticking to the corner of her mouth. Bellamy reached over to move the strands off her cheek, but he paused in the middle of his action. Looking from his phone to the sleeping girl next to him, an idea began to form in his mind. "Dad?"

Max hummed in response.

Bellamy inhaled. "What if I told you I already have?"

A/N: I really dont know what to think about this chapter. Leave me your reviews and comments! They feed my muse and she is starving after that bout with wb