A/N:Mama Griffin comes to town! I hope y'all like it :)

"So when does your mom get in again?" Octavia asked despite her mouth being full of fruit loops. Lincoln was out of town visiting his sister leaving a very bored Octavia, who couldn't get time off work, behind. As a result, the younger Blake had spent nearly all of the past three days back at her childhood home.

"At three in the afternoon," Clarke replied while pouring an indecent amount of sugar into her coffee. "Lexa is taking me to pick her up."

"So that's still happening, huh?" Octavia said a little too casually as she pushed her cereal around. Clarke had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Raven and Octavia had made their feelings on Lexa abundantly clear over the past few weeks.

"Yes, its still going on. She is actually sweet once you get to know her and she is fun." Octavia raised an eyebrow and stared at Clarke incredulously causing the blonde to huff in irritation. "She is, Octavia."

"Okay," Octavia replied, pursing her lips. "Though I do know someone who is known to be fun and sweet and definitely into you even if he is just as stupid as-"

"Drop it, O," Clarke said harshly, quickly glancing at the archway to the kitchen.

"Don't worry, he already left for the precinct." Clarke felt her face blush a little at how quickly Octavia had picked up her concern. They sat at the table in silence, Octavia eating her sugary cereal and Clarke drinking her sugary coffee. It was nice to have Octavia back for a while, but her constant insinuations were starting to seriously irritate Clarke.

"I would really appreciate if you and Raven would stop trying to force something that isn't going to happen," she said calmly. Octavia just raised her eyebrows.

"How do you know it isn't going to happen?"

Clarke threw her head back in frustration. "Would you just drop it, already? I'm sure Raven has told you what I told her. It would be too risky. If it didn't work out I would have to find a new place to live, a new set of friends, a new-"

"Don't be so dramatic. You are just being stubborn and stupid and so very frustrating. You wouldn't lose your friends and there are tons of places in Chicago to-"

"None as perfectly located as this. And are you honestly saying you wouldn't feel weird hanging out with your brother's ex?" Octavia opened her mouth to respond but Clarke cut her off. "No, Octavia. It's not going to happen. Besides, I'm with Lexa now and he is with Echo. We are both happily-"

"He isn't with Echo anymore."

Clarke felt her heart stutter. "W-what?" Now that she thought of it, Echo hadn't been around for a while, really since Valentine's Day.

"Yeah," Octavia responded, her gaze returning to her cereal. "The big dummy dumped her a couple days after Valentine's Day. Apparently it wasn't pretty, but honestly what was he expecting with that timing?" She snuck a glance up at Clarke who was still too surprised to register the how carefully Octavia watched her reaction.

"But… he hasn't said anything to me about it."

Octavia snorted. "Yeah, because you two idiots talk about your love lives these days I'm sure."

"We are talking a lot again, thank you very much," Clarke retorted, feeling her face go red. "Things are getting back to normal."

"Yeah, okay." Clarke rolled her eyes. Octavia just smirked back as they fell into another moment of silence. Finally, Clarke couldn't bear it anymore and asked why they had broken up. Octavia's grin was blinding and Clarke internally chastised herself for giving the brunette exactly what she wanted.

"Well, since you are simply begging me to tell you, he told me that it just didn't 'feel right' with her. He didn't want to lead her on while his heart wasn't in it. If you ask me its because his heart is already preoccupied with-"

"Yes, I already know your theories, Octavia." This earned her another wide grin.

Soon they moved onto other topics; what Clarke planned to do with her mother, Octavia's work schedule, how Lincoln's trip was going.

That afternoon Lexa picked her up and they headed towards the airport. Lexa was quiet on the drive and Clarke could sense she was nervous about meeting Abby. Though things hadn't been perfect between them, Clarke did care about the woman next to her. She reached over and put a comforting hand on Lexa's knee.

"Hey, she is going to love you, okay?"

Lexa clenched her jaw. "You said she wasn't entirely cool about you dating girls."

"That was years ago," Clarke replied, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. "Plus, she wasn't upset about it or anything. She is just one of those people who doesn't really understand bisexuality."

Lexa scoffed but Clarke could see through her tough exterior. She wanted to make a good impression, it was clear.

When they finally stood outside arrivals, Clarke was surprised to find herself more excited than she expected to see her mother. Helping Bellamy work through his mother's death had made Clarke realize the importance of salvaging her relationship with her mom, but she didn't expect to be this excited to see her after all they had been through.

Before long Clarke caught sight of Abby in the crowd milling through the gate and rushed forward. It was a little awkward at first, with a stiff hug and formal pleasantries. The awkwardness only got worse as Clarke introduced her girlfriend, but overall, Clarke supposed, it went better than it could have. Lexa and Clarke helped Abby load her suitcase into Lexa's trunk and then headed to the rental car lot.

On the short drive Abby talked to Lexa about her job at the hospital, where she had gone to school, and other basic matters. As they neared the car lot Clarke could see Lexa relaxing more and more, though she remained characteristically guarded in her answers.

"Lexa seems very nice," Abby said as they entered the office of the rental car business. Clarke couldn't hide her smile.

"Yeah, she's great."

"How long have you two been... been dating?"

"A little over a month now."

"Do you think it is serious?"

Clarke felt her gut clench momentarily. At first their relationship had been anything but serious, but recently Lexa seemed more and more attached. It had been her idea to drive Clarke to the airport rather than having Abby catch a cab. The offer had surprised Clarke, but even more surprising was Lexa's request to have dinner with Abby as well. "Uh, yeah. I guess, maybe."

Her mother looked like she wanted to say something, but seemed to decide to hold her tongue. "Well, I was thinking I would go back to the hotel to freshen up a bit and then meet you two for dinner. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, we'll probably just hang out in the city so just text me whenever you want to eat."

Abby nodded and they lapsed into an awkward silence. Clarke looked around the dingy office as the line inched its way forward to the counter.

"Do you have tomorrow off?"

Clarke turned back to her mother. "Yes, I do. I was thinking maybe you could come by my place."

Abby hummed in agreement. When they finally left the office, Clarke gave her mom a small hug goodbye and they parted ways. As she slipped into the car she smiled over at Lexa.

"See, it wasn't too bad."

"No, she seems nice," Clarke nodded. She hadn't told Lexa about how fragmented her and Abby's relationship had become over the past years. The time had just never felt right and Clarke didn't like opening herself up to people. As a result, Lexa was going into Abby's visit completely oblivious to the strained nature of their relationship.

They passed the next couple of hours in Jackson Park, meeting Abby in a nice Chinese restaurant at six. Once again, the conversation was all pleasantries and small talk, but it was nice Clarke decided. After all, anything was an improvement from not talking to Abby at all. Abby and Lexa quickly seemed to get along, bonding over various medical stories and mysterious conditions they had encountered in their line of work. While they chatted away, Clarke couldn't help but ponder her mom's question about whether or not she and Lexa would be long term. To be honest, she hadn't thought much about it up until that point.

She did like Lexa, and Lexa certainly seemed very interested in her, but at the same time something just didn't feel right. Sitting at dinner with her girlfriend and her mother meeting for the first time should feel more… more exciting maybe? She couldn't put her finger on it, but for some reason Clarke couldn't imagine bringing Lexa back to DC for holidays, she couldn't see moving in with Lexa or marrying her or having a family. But then again, maybe that was just because they had only been dating for one month? Surely with more time those things would become more of a reality… right?

After parting ways with Abby, Lexa drove her and Clarke home. She offered for Clarke to spend the night, but Clarke muttered a quick excuse and asked to just go home. Lexa seemed to want to talk more about it, but instead pursed her lips and dropped Clarke off.

As she slipped her shoes off at the front door, Clarke saw the faint light of the TV shining into the living room. Walking towards the light, she saw Bellamy stretched out on the couch watching reruns of The Office. He looked up when she walked in.

"Hey."

"Hey," she smiled, nudging his knee so he would make room for her.

They watched in companionable silence for a while, laughing together and making small comments on the characters' antics every now and then. During a commercial break, Bellamy got up to grab snacks. Clarke leaned into the couch and realized how much she had missed this. It was nothing special, sitting and watching TV together, but something about it just felt so comforting and natural. It had driven her crazy to see Echo take her spot on the couch because it was such a special place to Clarke. She wondered again, for what felt like the millionth time that day, why he and Echo had split.

When Bellamy returned with leftover pizza, Clarke smiled and leaned into him. Before she could stop herself, she asked about Echo. As she felt Bellamy tense next to her, Clarke almost regretted bringing it up.

"I don't know," he said after a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Things just… fizzled out I guess. It just wasn't long term and I didn't want to lead her on."

Clarke nodded, ignoring the way he wouldn't meet her eyes, and looked back to the TV. "Well I suppose it's for the best then."

She could feel Bellamy looking at her, but continued to stare at the screen. "Yeah," he finally replied in a strange, quiet voice. "I suppose it is."

The next morning Abby pulled up to the house at eleven. Clarke had spent the morning cleaning and forcing Bellamy to clean as well. By the time she peaked out the window to see her mom's rental car, Bellamy was ready to mutiny.

"Clarke I really don't think its necessary to clean the-"

"She's here!" Clarke turned back around to him. Much to his chagrin, Clarke had forced Bellamy to dress in a nice sweater and jeans that morning. She wanted, more than anything, for Abby to approve of him. Without thinking, she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and ran her fingers through his disheveled hair. Bellamy just stared at her with wide eyes causing Clarke to blush. They were both snapped out of their thoughts by Abby's sharp rap on the door.

Clarke whipped around, smoothed down her blouse, and opened the front door. Abby was eyeing the chipping porch suspiciously, her face slightly flushed. Clarke was expecting her mother to complain about Clarke's residence, she just hoped that Abby waited until Bellamy was out of the room.

"Hey Mom!" Abby turned to her daughter and smiled.

"Clarke, dear. And Bellamy, hello."

"Hello, Dr. Griffin."

After their initial hellos, Clarke led her mother on a tour of the house with Bellamy trailing behind them awkwardly. Fortunately, Abby either kept her mouth shut or contrived nice comments as the moved through the house. Clarke knew her mother well, though, and could see by the look on her face that she was not impressed. It should have made her angry, but somehow the disapproval made Clarke proud. Yes, the house was not anything like her childhood home in DC, but it was hers. She had worked to pay her rent and put her own touches throughout the residence. Almost a year later, she had achieved the goal she set when she moved to Chicago. She had her own life.

After the short tour, the trio sat down at the dining room table and drank coffee. Abby was more receptive to Bellamy than she had been in Washington, but Clarke could see how much she was struggling to accept Clarke's new life with a housemate so different from the people Abby associated with at home.

"So I have seen the house and I have met Bellamy again," Abby said, looking at Clarke over her coffee mug. "Where is this Octavia I have heard about?"

Clarke swallowed hard and felt Bellamy's eyes on her. She peaked a glance at him, taking in his raised eyebrows and concerned expression. "You haven't told her, Clarke?"

"Told me what?"

Clarke glared at Bellamy for a moment before turning to her mother. "Well, Mom. Um, Octavia recently got engaged and she… she moved out."

Abby Griffin's eyebrows raised and her eyes darted in between Clarke and Bellamy.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, its pretty recent though so-"

"How recent?"

"New Years," Clarke replied, refusing to meet her mother's eye.

"How exciting," Abby said, her voice terse. "I can't believe you didn't tell me the good news. Are you looking for a new housemate then?"

"We haven't really talked about it. I guess not."

"I want to keep Octavia's room open for her. That way she always feels like she can come home," Bellamy added. Abby just hummed in response and looked down at her cup.

The following painful moment of silence was broken when Bellamy abruptly stood up and announced he had to go help a neighbor with a yard project. Clarke barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes at the excuse. As soon as he was gone Abby turned to Clarke.

"Clarke, what are you thinking? I mean… Bellamy is a very nice young man and I'm sure he has many good qualities but… this house? Living alone with him? If the people back home-"

"This is my life, Mom. That means my choices and I am very happy with them."

"But-"

"Look, I know the house isn't anything like the home in DC and I know the neighborhood isn't great, but I like it. It's close to work, Bellamy and I get along well, its close to-"

"Oh I'm sure you two get along well."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Mom, I have a girlfriend. So did he until recently. We are just housemates."

"But, Clarke, people will think-"

"I don't care what people think. Our friends know that we are with different people. Its not weird to anyone else."

Abby sighed deeply and shook her head. "Fine. You are old enough to make your own decisions. But Clarke, if you need money for a nicer place, or a car, or anything you know it's-"

"Yes, Mom, I know it's available. I don't want it though. That's the whole reason why I came here in the first place. Look, I know this place isn't perfect, but its home and I pay the rent on my own and I have made it my own. I know it's not what you want for me, but I am happy with it and that should be enough for you."

Abby stared at her daughter for a long moment before finally conceding the argument. "As long as you're happy, then." She stood up from the table, grabbing her empty mug. "Wells tells me you have started sketching again. I would love to see some of them if you don't mind."

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent catching up and discussing Clarke's residency at the hospital. Bellamy returned later in the afternoon and offered to make dinner if Abby wanted to stay. Soon it was agreed that both Abby and Octavia would have dinner with Clarke and Bellamy.

To Clarke's utter surprise, Abby and Octavia miraculously hit it off pretty well. The young woman eagerly told the older Griffin of her wedding plans, her night classes, and all the embarrassing, yet parentally appropriate, stories of Clarke she could think of. In return, Abby shared stories of Clarke's childhood much to Clarke's horror. Despite the hiccups that morning, Clarke found herself truly enjoying the evening. As they all sat around the small dining room table eating a pasta dish of Bellamy's creation and sharing stories, she felt more at home with her mother than she had in years. A tiny voice in the back of her mind told her that this was what had been missing during the dinner with Lexa. The comfortable, familial, relaxed feeling that hung the atmosphere had been absent the night before. But then again, Clarke reasoned, she had known the Blakes for almost a year. Maybe with time, dinners with Lexa could be like this. This train of thought was quickly forgotten however, when she heard Bellamy's barking laugh at a particularly embarrassing story of her in fourth grade and suddenly she could only focus the warm look in his eyes and the way her smirked at her fondly.

The next couple of days Clarke was stuck with long shifts at the hospital rendering her unable to visit with her mom. They met up again two days later at a favorite Mexican restaurant of Clarke's near the hospital. Over dinner, the two women had a much-needed discussion on the state of their relationship. Abby explained how she wanted to be a part of Clarke's life again, if Clarke would let her. A knot formed in Clarke's throat as her mother earnestly told her she would try to be more accepting and receptive of what Clarke wanted for herself. In response, Clarke promised to start putting the past behind them. After all, her father wouldn't have wanted her to drop her mother out of her life. As Clarke lay in bed that night, she felt lighter than she had in years.

The next day Abby called while Clarke was eating breakfast to finalize plans for the day. They were planning on a boat tour early in the day with the afternoon spent at various museums.

"You can invite Lexa to come as well," Abby said a little hesitantly as they finished discussing which museums to visit. Clarke bit her lip, she could tell her mother was trying hard to be more accepting her daughter, but even so Clarke wasn't sure if she wanted to invite Lexa. For some reason the thought of it cast a pall on her excitement for the day.

"Yeah, maybe, I'll see if she is available."

"Okay, well do you want me to come pick you up?"

"No, traffic would be awful for you to come now and drive me back to the city, I'll just call a cab."

"Or Lexa could drive you if she comes," Abby paused. "You really should get a car, honey."

Clarke clenched her jaw. "Normally I don't really need one. Everything is in walking distance or close to bus stations. I don't need the extra expenses."

There was another pause on the other line. "Well, honey, you do have the money from-"

"Mom, I already told you I don't want it. I want to earn my own living."

"But-"

"Please I want to have a nice day can we not do this now?"

She heard Abby sigh. "Okay. I'll see you around ten then?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you at the hotel."

After hanging up Clarke stared at her phone for a minute debating whether or not to text Lexa. Rather than deciding what to do, Clarke opted to ignore the issue and go get ready. Thirty minutes later, she was showered, dressed, and once again staring at her phone running over the dilemma in her mind.

Just as she was about to pick it up to text her girlfriend, Bellamy walked in wearing his running clothes. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and immediately grabbed a coconut water out of the fridge. Clarke looked up at him, surprised.

"I thought you had patrol duty today?"

"No, there was some scheduling error so turns out I have the day off."

Clarke put her phone back on the table. "Oh, well I'm going to go into the city today. Mom and I are doing a boat tour and then hitting a couple museums. I'll probably be back late."

He nodded. "Have fun, I'll probably just be here watching-"

"You can come too, if you want."

His eyes widened a little. Even Clarke was a bit surprised by her outburst. "Really? Your mom wouldn't mind?"

"Well she told me to invite Lexa, but she isn't available," Clarke replied, ignoring the guilt in her gut at the blatant lie.

"Yeah but Lexa is your girlfriend."

"And you are my best friend. She won't mind." She watched Bellamy fail to hide a smile.

"Your best friend, huh?"

Clarke felt her cheeks redden. "Well, I mean-"

"Just let me shower and I'll be ready to go, Princess."

As he left the kitchen Clarke couldn't help but grin. She knew it was probably wrong to not even attempt to invite Lexa, but she couldn't bring herself to regret asking Bellamy instead.

The drive into the city was choked with traffic but between Bellamy's awful karaoke, Clarke's favorite 80's station, and some very good coffee the ride wasn't too bad. When they finally got to Abby's hotel, Bellamy dropped Clarke off while he left to find a place to park his truck.

Abby was waiting in the lobby and smiled as soon as she saw Clarke come through the glass and gold revolving doors. They hugged briefly before heading outside together.

"So, did you bring Lexa?" Abby asked, looking around as if trying to find the woman.

"No," Clarke replied, "she, uh, she was busy."

"Oh, well I'm sure the two of us will have fun together."

Just then Bellamy parted from the masses that were walking on the crowded street. "Actually, Bellamy had the day off so I invited him. I hope that's okay."

Abby smiled a little tightly at Bellamy, "Oh, well, yes. That's perfectly okay." She greeted him a little awkwardly and the trio began to make their way to the "L".

The day passed in a happy blur. Bellamy gave the Griffins his own 'unofficial' boat tour of the city and clearly impressed Abby as he explained various historical artifacts at the museums they visited. Though Clarke had worried a little about the day being a bit awkward with the three of them, it turned out to be one of her better days to date. It was natural and easy and simple. Though the thought made her feel a bit guilty, Clarke couldn't help but be glad she chose to invite Bellamy over Lexa.

When they got back to her Abby's hotel that evening, Abby asked Clarke to walk her to her room. The heavy weight of concern settled in Clarke's gut as she followed her mother to the elevator, leaving Bellamy alone in the ornate lobby. Fidgeting with the hair tie on her wrist, Clarke waited for her mother to speak but Abby seemed determined to wait until they were actually in her room to discuss whatever the issue was.

"I hope Bellamy doesn't mind waiting below, I just wanted to speak with you alone. I know we have two more days together, but it's driving me crazy and I just need to get it out."

Clarke dropped down onto her mother's fluffy hotel bed, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Sighing, Abby walked forward and sat next to her daughter. "It's been more than three years now, and I still miss your father every day, honey." Clarke swallowed thickly trying to stop tears from welling up in her eyes. "But… it's lonely in that big old house all by myself. It just reminds me of everything and I… when you left I just felt so alone."

"Mom-"

"Just let me finish, Clarke, please." Looking up at her mother, Clarke nodded. "Thank you. I… I know I should have told you this earlier, but I was worried about what you would think. A few months ago I started seeing a therapist though, and she has really helped me to be able to… to open up with you I suppose. Anyways, I didn't want to wait any longer to tell you." Abby sighed deeply and grabbed Clarke's hand. "I have been seeing Marcus for the past six months."

Clarke's eyes shot up from where they had been staring at her mother's hand. "What? Marcus Kane?"

"Yes. We've always been close but in the past year especially he became a very important person in my life and we just… it just felt right. I'll always love your father, Clarke, but I'm lonely. I miss being loved."

Tears rolled freely down Clarke's cheeks. She didn't know how to say or even how to feel. Swallowing down her emotions, Clarke forced a smile. "That's… that's great Mom."

Abby seemed shocked. "Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, you deserve to be happy and if this is what makes you happy… Marcus is a good guy." Even as she said Clarke could feel anger and grief bubbling in her stomach, but at the same time, she did want her mom to be happy.

"That means to much, honey," Abby said as she pulled Clarke into a tearful hug. When they pulled away, she jumped up from the bed and wiped her eyes. "Alright, well I don't want to keep Bellamy waiting. I'll see you tomorrow for dinner, right? After your shift?"

"Uh, yeah," Clarke replied, wiping her eyes too. "See you then."

They hugged once more before Clarke finally left to meet Bellamy in the lobby. He was sitting in a large armchair staring at a gold tissue box. When he felt her presence next to him, he shook his head and joked about how ridiculous it was to have a tissue box made of gold, probably fake gold at that. Clarke barely heard him as her mind was still in her mother's hotel room. When he finally looked up at her, Bellamy seemed to sense something was wrong.

"Clarke? Are you okay?" He asked as he stood, gently touching her arm. Jerked out of her thoughts, Clarke looked up at him. She watched as his eyes searched her face, taking in her blotchy cheeks and red eyes.

"Yeah… yeah I'm fine." She still wasn't sure how she felt, and didn't feel like talking about it just yet, even with Bellamy. From the look on his face it was clear Bellamy didn't believe her at all, but he respected her silence.

"Okay, well if you want to talk I'm always here." She nodded as he offered her a small, sympathetic smile. "Come on, Princess. Let's get you home." Throwing an arm across her shoulders and pulling her close, Bellamy kissed the top of her head and led her to the door.

The drive home was quiet. Clarke stared out the window at the lights of the city and tried to ignore the feel of Bellamy's heavy gaze on her. Once home, Clarke followed Bellamy up the drive and onto the porch, pausing while he unlocked the front door. Her mind was still preoccupied with her mother's words. She still couldn't make sense of how to feel.

"Clarke?" At the sound of her name Clarke raised her eyes up to Bellamy's. There was concern in his gaze. "You coming?"

She turned and looked out at the chilly, dark street. "No… I think I might just sit out here for a bit."

For a moment Bellamy didn't respond, he just kept his heavy eyes on her, worry etched across his features. Finally he nodded and entered the house, leaving Clarke to sit on the front step. Just as she dropped her head into her hands, she heard the front door open and felt Bellamy sit down on the step next to her. A blanket was draped over her shoulders quickly followed by his warm arm.

He didn't say anything or push her to open up. Instead he just sat with her for a while, staring out at the street.

"My mom is dating Marcus," Clarke whispered, raising her head up from her hands. "I don't know how to feel about it. On one hand, I want my mom to be happy and I like Marcus, he is a nice guy and my dad always liked him but…"

Bellamy pulled her closer to him, rubbing her shoulder lightly. "But its still upsetting to see your mom in a relationship with someone other than your dad."

A tear dropped from Clarke's eye as she nodded. "Exactly. I want to be happy for her but at the same time I'm angry and sad and just… I don't know. It's a weird feeling. I guess I just don't want him to be forgotten."

"He won't be. You'll always remember him. And just because she is dating someone else doesn't mean she is going to forget about him."

"I'm tired of being angry with her. I just want us to get along and I want what is best for her," Clarke said with a sigh. "But it's so hard."

"I know," Bellamy replied as Clarke leaned her head against his shoulder. "It's hard, when you can't be with the person you love, for whatever reason. It feels awful having to spend everyday thinking about them but never… never being able to be with them. Not how you want to be with them that is. It's probably good for your mom to find someone else, even if it isn't your dad its someone who can make her happy."

Clarke nodded, assuming he was talking about how it felt to be without his mom. "But what if she loves Marcus more than my dad?" It felt silly to say, too childish, but Clarke couldn't stop herself from voicing the fear.

Bellamy sighed sadly next to her. "You can love people in a lot of different ways. Even if she does love Marcus more, that doesn't mean she loves your dad any less. Everyone has one great love, I think, but that doesn't mean they don't also love other people in other ways. I mean, take me for example. I love Octavia more than anything, but I'm in love with-" Clarke felt Bellamy tense under her cheek. She looked up at him to see his jaw clenched. "I mean," he began again, clearing his throat. "I assume that one day I'll love someone just as much but in a different way. It's the same with your parents. If she does love Marcus more in that sense, it doesn't mean she didn't love your dad. And if she did love your dad more than Marcus, she still deserves to find love, even if it isn't as great, in Marcus, right?"

Clarke drew her brows in thought. "Yes, I suppose. It's just strange- to think of my mom with someone other than my dad."

Bellamy hummed in response and pulled the blanket around them tighter as a cold breeze blew across the porch.

"Thanks, Bellamy," she said quietly, looking up at his pensive face. His dark eyes met hers in the glow of the porch light.

"For what?"

"For sitting here with me. For being such a good friend."

His brows drew together at her words and his eyes slipped away from hers, looking back out at the dark street.

"No problem, Clarke," he replied after a moment. "Anything for you."

A/N:First of all I just want to say that The Office is my favorite show of all time so I am quite partial to the idea of Bellamy and Clarke being more than willing to watch reruns.

Also check out the fancy Chicago facts I dropped (boat tours, "L", Jackson Park) I hope I got them right...

Also also, I hope y'all caught what Bellamy almost said because ngl I squealed a little bit while writing that.

Two chapter left! GASP (Maybe three if y'all convince me to do an epilogue)

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