AN: For those of you who celebrate the holiday, Happy Thanksgiving! If you don't, Happy Day!

The second Bellamy was in the door, he had a face full of blonde hair and arms squeezing him so tight he couldn't breathe.

"Whoa," he wheezed. "Easy, Clarke. Let up a little."

Clarke shook her head and pressed closer to him. "No."

"Hey." Bellamy mimicked his sister from earlier by taking her face between his hands, forcing her head up. Her eyes were red from crying. Shit. "I'm so sorry, Clarke."

"Only apologize for not taking your phone with you. Don't apologize for anything else," she said. "We know not to bring her up around you and—"

Bellamy stopped her with a finger on her lips. "Don't. It's my fault. My fault that you don't know the truth of what happened."

Clarke stepped away from Bellamy, confusion clear on her features. "So there's more to the 'leaving you with no word and breaking your heart into a million pieces.'" It wasn't a question.

Bellamy looked at his feet. "Yeah."

With a sigh, and a tug on his arm, Clarke was able to pull Bellamy into the living room and onto the couch before she turned the coffee machine on. She knew immediately that neither of them would get much sleep that night. Once she had filled a mug with coffee, and another with tea, Clarke joined Bellamy on the couch.

Bellamy gave her a look of gratitude for the coffee, but didn't make a move to grab it. Clarke realized then that things were way more serious than Bellamy had led her to believe. She had always known that he was holding the truth back from her, but from his wrecked expression, things were really bad.

Clarke shifted on the couch so she was facing towards him more and slung her arm around his shoulders. That spurred him into action. Leaning forward, Bellamy placed his head in his hands and muttered three words Clarke prayed she had misheard.

But she knew she hadn't. She moved closer to her friend and touched her forehead to his temple. "Oh, Bell," she whispered in his ear as she felt him begin to cry. "I'm so sorry."

"She was pregnant," he said, sobbing.

Clarke didn't have the words. Didn't have the thoughts to form the words. She was stunned. And let Bellamy continue.

"That's why she left. She was pregnant."

"But…why? I mean, was she afraid you wouldn't want it?" But that thought was ludicrous. Clarke knew that Bellamy would have wanted his son or daughter.

Bellamy shook his head, bringing his head up to look at her. "She left because she didn't want him. She knew that I would've raised him, but she wanted him to have both parents. Lilly was going to give him up for adoption."

"Him?"

Another sob bubbled up from Bellamy as he bobbed his head. Bellamy's child was a boy.

Clarke hated to ask, but had to know. "So where is he?"

Bellamy breathed in deep, trying to calm himself down. "When Lilly was six months pregnant, she was attacked. Two guys were trying to rob her but she wouldn't back down. They shot her and…" He took in another breath. "They didn't make it."

Clarke's hand flew to her mouth. Once again, words were lost to her as her best friend broke down in front of her. She finally understood why the topic of Lilly was such a sore spot for him.

"Her brother called me, telling me, inviting me to the funeral. I got there as fast as I could. I was told that he didn't have a name. They wanted me to name him. They wanted me to name my son." Bellamy's voice broke on the last word, and he was crying harder than he had at his mother's funeral, harder than Clarke had ever seen him cry.

Clarke's heart broke for him. She understood now why he was so intent on being by her side ever since she had told him about her own pregnancy. Why he jumped at every need. It was because he had been denied the opportunity to do this for his own child.

Clarke promised then and there that she wouldn't abandon him. He had lost so many people already. Bellamy Blake was one of the best men she'd ever known. Yes, he could be an asshole, and he pushed her buttons constantly, but he was smart, funny, brave, loving, and tough. She hoped that her child would grow up to be like him, because she wanted him or her to be raised by her best friend.

AN: If you have any suggestions for Clarke's kid (name, gender, how many), I'm open to anything :)
Also, if you have an idea for Bellamy's son, I'm all ears. I've gotten a few really good ones on AO3, but I'm curious as to what you guys can come up with :)