Bellamy stared at the steps that Clarke had gone up just minutes before. The hope that Finn would want nothing to do with their baby was slim. He knew that Finn was a nice guy. Just…a nice guy with two girlfriends. He would probably want to be in the baby's life, much to Bellamy's chagrin.
Raven, the other girl, was pretty cool with it all, though. She was the only other person who knew about the pregnancy. After the two had dumped Spacewalker's ass, she swung by Bellamy and Clarke's place. The girls instantly bonded and Raven had been over at the house at least once a day since then. She was a kickass mechanic and had already designed and started building a crib for the baby.
Finn had really put the two girls through the ringer, but they had come out for the better…as three.
Bellamy had to admit, Raven was a pretty cool girl. And they were never ever to mention the one night of hate sex to Clarke. Clarke was out with Bellamy's sister when Raven stopped by to find Bellamy drowning in liquor. She gladly joined him…and ended up in his bed on top of him.
Raven fit in very well in their friend circle. Especially with a guy named Wick that Monty had brought along one night. They bickered about proper ways to build a radio beacon, and how set off a series of bombs. Bellamy had no idea how they had gotten to those subjects, but it was nice to see Raven smiling. The argument even brought a small one to Clarke's face.
Smiles and laughter was very rare for Clarke these days. Bellamy gave a small celebration every time he was the one who caused the expression.
Bellamy heard Clarke stomp around upstairs, no doubt trying to prolong the phone call with Finn. He didn't blame her.
"Bellamy?"
Bellamy shot up from the couch to find her at the top of the stairs, fiddling with the phone in her hands. "Yes?"
"I can't do this."
Bellamy climbed the stairs to stop a few steps below her, which brought them eye to eye. He took her hands in his. He couldn't believe he was about to say this. "Yes, you can. You can do this, Princess. I'm right here for you."
Clarke sucked in a breath. She nodded. "Okay. Okay. I can do this. I can do this." She hit Finn's name on her phone, dialing his number. It started ringing. "Oh, Bellamy, I can't do this!" She tossed the phone at him and ran back into her room.
Bellamy stayed put, stunned.
"Clarke?" Finn's voice was as annoying as ever.
"Hang on, Spacewalker, she'll call you back in a second," Bellamy said, hanging up.
He found Clarke on her bed, hugging her knees. "I don't have to tell him, right? I mean, I've got you, and Raven, and Octavia and Lincoln. I don't need him, right?" She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
Bellamy sighed, climbing next to her. "As much as I would love for you to emnot/em tell him, you need to." Clarke's phone screen lit up with Finn's name. He held it out to her and wrapped her fingers around the device. "Talk to him. Tell him about the baby. I'm not leaving." I'll never leave you.