Guys I'm so sorry that it took me so long to be able to update the story. I'm so so so so so so so so so sorrrrrryyyyyyy
I woke up in a sleepy haze, and shifted a bit, smiling as the arm around me tightened its hold, and dragged me back so the chest of whoever was holding me was flush against my back. "Where do you think you were going Princess?" I hear a tired mumble from behind me, and I grin. "Absolutely no where." I turned in his hold to face him, my fingertips trailing up his chest and to his face. He smiled, kissing me, and his other hand trailed down to rest on my hip. It was then that I heard it, the baby's crying. Bellamy groaned against my mouth, and I laughed some, pulling back. "No doubt Rory wants her daddy to sing to her while she eats.." I started to get up, and Bellamy was up and beside me in an instant, helping a very pregnant me to my feet. It has been 3 years since we got married, and we had Rory for almost a full year now, and I was now 6 months pregnant with a little boy. I know darker genes were supposed to be more prominent, but Rory took after me, with the blonde hair and blue eyes. And part of me was hoping that the boy would take after Bellamy. Bellamy stayed at my side the entire time while I basically waddled over to Rory's room. I picked up Rory, soothing her as I lifted her up, and Bellamy came in with the bottle. He helped me sit, and sat down next to me, beginning to sing a soft lullaby as Rory ate. I could live like this forever..
*Several years into the future*
I paced the lobby in the hospital, waiting for the doctor come out. My brows were furrowed together, and I was tense. Rory was 8 now and Sebastian was 6, and this was not the right time for this to be happening. If you thought that we were having another child, think again. We were actually at the Vanderbilt Ingram Cancer Center. The doctor came out, and called my name. "That's me.." I rushed forward, looking at the doctor nervously. When he gave me a sad look, I grimaced. "It's Stage 4 Leukemia.. We can discuss treatment plans, but the odds aren't in her favor.. I'm sorry.. Would you like to see her..?" He asked quietly, and I nodded, to weak to feel anger. The doctor led me back past several doors, before he stopped. "I'll give you too a moment alone.. She's in there.." He nodded at the door beside me, and I nodded, stepping inside. I nearly broke when I saw her, sitting quietly in the chair by the window. She looked drained of the fight. "Clarke.." I choked out, and she looked up, her eyes filled with tears that have yet to spill. "Bell.. I'm scared.." She whispered as she stood. "I know baby, I know.." I moved forward, pulling her into a hug as she started to cry. "They said I only had a year at the most.. Bellamy, I won't get to see Rory go to graduate, get married, and have kids of her own.. I won't be able to teach Sebastian how to stitch up a cut.. I won't.." She was cut off as a sob rocked her body, and I began petting her hair. "Shh.. Clarke.. You're a fighter.. I've seen it in you.. Screw what the doctors say Clarke, I know you, I know you can survive this." I pulled back, looking her in the eye. She nodded weakly, and before I could say anything else, the doctor came in. "Mr. and Mrs. Blake, we should discuss those treatment plans.."
Hhooww many of you hate me now? I felt like making this sad, so, now it shall be sad. And off I go, because I'm tired. BYE!