Chapter Twelve – Mother's Love

Clarke woke the next morning, her legs tangled with Bellamy's; she thought back to the first time she woke up like this, but this time, she didn't feel scared. She loved Bellamy and he loved her back. Clarke turned to look at the clock and saw that it was only five a.m., she groaned as she knew that she wasn't falling to sleep again anytime soon.

The blonde pried herself away from the tanned skin, curly hair, Greek God also known as her boyfriend and pulled on the closest shirt she could find. It wasn't until she started to make her coffee that she noticed that it was Bellamy's shirt that she had collected. Clarke poured the hot liquid and leaned against the counter, she glanced into the lounge and noticed the white envelope laying on the coffee table. She couldn't help but wonder why Sasha had written a letter to her before her suicide and what she had written to her, Clarke thought about opening it but she kept changing her mind. Clarke heard the footsteps coming from the staircase and Bellamy promptly appeared.

"It's five in the morning and you're making coffee?" Bellamy rubbed his eyes and walked further towards Clarke.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Nah, my phone kept buzzing. Murphy got pissed and somehow offended Emori."

"Ah, not good."

"I know, his messages are a mixture of slightly depressing and disturbing."

"I don't want to know."

"Hmm, you coming back to bed?" Bellamy looped his arm around Clarke's waist and pulled her closer.

"I can't sleep, I'm thinking about doing some revision, I've been a bit distracted lately."

"I apologise that my amazingly good looks are distracting you from your studies."

"Ha, you're hilarious." Clarke playfully hit his chest.

"Well if you're revising, I'm going back to sleep. Are you sure I can't tempt you to come back to bed with me?"

"I'm sure horn dog."

"Damn, and I was so hoping you would, now I've got to go back to sleep knowing that you're down here wearing nothing but my shirt." He tugged on the material as Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Bed. Now." She heard him groan as he reluctantly turned away and walked back up the stairs, Clarke waited until she heard the bedroom door close before retrieving her revision notes and her coffee and walking over to the couch.

Two hours later, Clarke was on her third cup of coffee and was on her fifth attempt of reading the sixth page of her revision notes; she couldn't concentrate, not with Sasha's letter staring at her constantly. Clarke was pulled out of her thoughts when there was a knock on the door, she rose and walked over to the door, she opened it to find her mother stood awkwardly in front of her.

"Mother?"

"Before you tell me to leave, I just want to say that I'm sorry for what I said at Wells' funeral and I'm sorry for everything I put you through with the divorce. I know that I haven't been the best Mother but I want to try. You're my daughter, Clarke, and I love you." Clarke stared at her mother and felt the tears beginning to form and she couldn't hold them back any longer. Abby surged forward to hold her daughter as she cried and began Abby began to cry herself.

"I missed you, Mom."

"Oh, honey, I missed you too." The two women pulled away and laughed as they wiped away their tears. Clarke invite her Mother into her home and the two began talking, she almost forgot that Bellamy was upstairs until he made his way downstairs, shirtless.

"Clarke, you're going to have to give me my shirt back as some…" He stopped talking once he realised Clarke wasn't alone.

"Bellamy, Clarke never mentioned you were here."

"Likewise." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"If you two are busy, I can come back later."

"No, Dr Griffin, it's fine. I have to head home anyway."

"Please, Bellamy, call me Abby."

"Ok, Abby. Clarke, do you need a ride to school?"

"Crap, I'm going to be late, give me a second to get changed?" Clarke stood to leave but turned to face her mother.

"How about lunch?" She noticed as a smile covered Abby's face.

"That would be wonderful. I'll meet you at the Drop Ship at twelve?"

"Perfect."

"I'll let you get dressed, I'll see you later darling. Bellamy, nice seeing you and please tell Octavia that I'm looking forward to her show tonight." Abby smiled as she left.

"Am I still dreaming or did you and your mother actually have a civilised conversation?"

"You're not dreaming and I'm seriously going to be late." Clarke began to run up the stairs but stopped once Bellamy shouted after her.

"Clarke, shirt?" She thought about shouting back that she would give him the shit after she was dressed, but she decided to tease him instead. Clarke turned and slowly started to unbutton the shirt, stifling a laugh as his mouth opened slightly. She threw the shirt at him and ran to get ready, blushing as she heard him groan.

Clarke changed and collected her belongings before walking down the stairs to meet Bellamy, he smiled as she picked up her notes and crammed them into her bag.

"Ready?" She asked, he nodded and started walking towards the door. Clarke followed and slammed into his chest as he quickly turned to face her.

"One last thing." He leaned down and captured her lips before pulling away too soon for Clarke's liking. He opened the door and strode out, leaving Clarke flustered as she locked the door.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Clarke asked as she fell into the passenger seat of Bellamy's truck.

"Just a little bit." He smirked. They sat in comfortable silence as Bellamy drove, Clarke waited until they neared the hospital before speaking.

"Are you sure you're ok with not telling everyone?" Clarke refused to look at him as she spoke.

"Clarke, if I wasn't ok with it, I would've said."

"God, I love you, Bellamy Blake." She turned to find him smiling at the road in front of him.

"Hmm, you're alright I guess?" Bellamy smirked. Clarke couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

They'd decided the previous night that telling their friends about them straight away, may not be the best thing to do. They spoke about how long it would be for Jasper to stop screaming about Mom and Dad being together, the looks from Raven and Octavia and the snide jokes from Murphy, they'd only admitted their feelings for each other less than twenty-four hours ago and they wanted some time to themselves. Bellamy pulled into the hospital car park and turned off the ignition.

"Thanks for dropping me off." Clarke smiled.

"No problem. So I'll see you at the show tonight?"

"Yeah, try to keep your hands off of me for longer than five minutes please?" She joked. Bellamy leaned forward and kissed her gently.

"Not possible, Princess. Now move before you're officially late." He laughed. She leaned forward and kissed him again before leaving the car.

Bellamy couldn't supress his smile as he watched his girlfriend walked into the hospital, he started the car and headed home. He turned into his driveway and was surprised to find Murphy sat on his porch.

"Please tell me you have aspirin in there." Murphy spoke as Bellamy left his car.

"Sure. You want to tell me what you said to Emori to make her so pissed at you?" The two men walked into the small house, Murphy wincing as the door slammed shut.

"You've got to promise that you're not going to laugh." He took the glass of water and painkillers from his friend and tried to sooth his head.

"I called her Mike Tyson." Murphy squirmed.

"You're kidding me. That's low man."

"I know, I've never seen her so angry. Why the fuck did I call her that?" He dropped his head into his hands.

"She has a face tattoo." Bellamy spoke, Murphy lifted his head.

"I get the fucking reference, I just don't know why I said it?"

"Well what led up to you calling her that? Tell me you didn't just call her it out of the blue."

"No, of course I didn't. I got drunk and she started to tell me to slow down and we got into an argument so I said 'well at least I don't look like Mike Tyson'" Murphy groaned and put his head back into his hands.

"How on earth did she not kill you there and then?" Bellamy laughed.

"It's not funny, I really screwed up, and she's never going to take me back after this." He groaned.

"I'm sure she will."

"No, she won't. I mocked her looks, yes we joked about each other's looks, but I never should have said that. She got that tattoo to cover up her scar and I made fun of it. I love her and I made fun of the one of the things she is insecure about." Bellamy had never heard Murphy speak with such emotion before and it scared him.

"Wow, you really do love her." The man smiled.

"Yeah, probably not as much as you love Clarke, but it's close." Bellamy panicked.

"What are you talking about?" He stuttered.

"Come on, you've been in love with her for years. Octavia's right, you two really are oblivious," Murphy grinned.

"I thought this was about your messed up relationship?" Bellamy breathed, realising that his friend didn't know about his relationship with Clarke.

"Shut up, tell me what to do."

"Have you tried to talk to her?" Bellamy questioned.

"She won't answer me." The eldest Blake picked up his phone and handed it to his friend.

"She might not answer you, but she might answer me." Murphy took the phone and smiled. He dialled the number he had memorised months ago and prayed that Emori would answer, he walked into the hallway and paced back and forth until she answered.

"Hey, Bellamy." She spoke.

"It's me, please don't hang up." He closed his eyes and hoped she wouldn't give up on him.

"What do you want, John."

"I'm so sorry, Emori. I know I've said it before, but I mean it."

"You know, they all warned me about you John, they told me to stay away from you but I didn't and this is what I get?" Her voice rose as she spoke.

"Emori, please?"

"What do you want me to do, John? You really hurt me last night and I can't just forget what you said."

"I was drunk, I didn't know what I was saying." Murphy pleaded.

"Everything you say when you're drunk is what you wish you could say when you're sober. Goodbye, John." He could hear Emori trying not to cry.

"Emori…" The line went dead. He sunk to the floor and stared at the ground, Bellamy walked into the room and looked confused.

"She doesn't want anything to do with me."

"She said that?" Bellamy sat next to Murphy on the ground.

"No, but it was implied. Everyone I've ever loved has always left me and it's always been my fault."

"What do you mean?"

"When I was ten, I got sick, not bad but I needed medication, we couldn't afford it. My parents left it a few days to see if I got any better on my own, but I didn't. My dad came into my room and told me that he'd be back soon with the medication, he held the pharmacist at gunpoint and got arrested. He was killed in jail, apparently the Murphy charm pissed some people off. My mum kicked me out when I was twelve, she said that I was the reason that her husband was six feet under, she started on the drugs and I haven't seen her since. My Gran took care of me, but she died when I was eighteen, I've been alone since then. Jake stopped me from doing something stupid and talked me into becoming an officer. Then I met Emori, I was scared at first, I thought that I was going to do something stupid and she'd leave, but then a week went by and another and another and she was still here. Three months, it took me three months to lose her. What am I going to do?" Murphy's head dropped as he recalled his past.

"You never told me any of this before." Bellamy whispered.

"Yeah, well I didn't think it was important." Bellamy stared at his friend and thought of a way that he could help him.

"The fashion show."

"What?" Murphy asked confused.

"Emori's modelling in the fashion show tonight, you need a grand gesture to show how sorry you are." Bellamy smiled.

"This is why everyone calls you Dad you realise that?"

"Shut up, do you want my help or not?" Bellamy rose and pulled Murphy up with him.

"Hey, maybe you can finally get with Clarke tonight, use your own advice for once." Bellamy laughed nervously, hoping that this wasn't Murphy's idea of a sick joke.

12 p.m. at the Drop Ship

Clarke walked into the Drop Ship and found her mother waving at her from the booth in the corner, she made her way over and accepted her mother's hug. They both ordered and sat awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"You and Bellamy, when did that happen?" Abby spoke after the awkward silence became too much.

"Last night, he came round with Dad to tell me about Sasha." Clarke smiled softly.

"What about Sasha?" Clarke realised that Abby hadn't heard about the young girl.

"She died, she committed suicide." Abby looked horrified.

"Oh, that's awful."

"I know."

"It's about time you and Bellamy finally sorted yourselves out." Clarke was speechless.

"Oh, God."

"How did Octavia take it?" Abby asked, sipping on her coffee.

"We haven't told her, you're the only one who knows." Clarke tried not to blush.

"Why not? Everyone would be really happy for you, Clarke." She smiled.

"It's not that simple."

"What's stopping you?" Abby quizzed her daughter.

"We haven't even been together a day, we…" She was cut off by her mother.

"Have been in love since you were teenagers." Clarke was once again speechless.

"He has been calling you Princess since you first met, yes it may have been an offensive term to begin with, but now, he calls you it because you're his Princess. Your father loves him and he always said that he would trust that Bellamy would always take care of you, I didn't know what he meant until I saw how he looked at you this morning. That boy loves you Clarke and I wouldn't be surprised if I heard him shouting it from the rooftop." Clarke couldn't help but smile.

"I really missed you, mom." Abby mirrored her smile.

"I missed you too, Clarke.

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