Clarke refuses to go to her ultrasound appointments alone, but Bellamy doesn't mind. In fact, the times she drags him along were typically the highlights of his weeks. He'd always loved it when he had gone with Octavia to her appointments, but there was something about the fact that this was Clarke's baby, his best friend's baby. It was different than what he felt with his nephew.

It was clear to Bellamy that Clarke fully intended on staying in the apartment when the baby was born. She'd even started to slowly baby-proof their living quarters. And bringing him along to her doctor's appointments seemed to be icing on the cake. He had no clue as to how involved she wanted him to be, but he would help raise the kid if she wanted.

Clarke was usually excited about an ultrasound appointment as she was finally accepting the fact that she was going to be a mother, but Bellamy noticed she was getting especially nervous about this one.

She was sitting on a stool at the island in their kitchen staring at the bowl of cereal in front of her when Bellamy sleepily emerged from his room.

"Mornin', Princess," he muttered as he grabbed the orange juice from the fridge. Bellamy paused in his search for his juice cup when she didn't answer. "Clarke? You okay?"

He glanced at her and noticed her shoulders drop from a shrug. He abandoned the orange juice to sit next to her. "Hey, come on. Talk to me."

When Clarke finally looked at him, it was clear she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. "Finn called last night."

"Shit" slipped out of Bellamy's mouth before he could stop it.

Clarke nodded, though, clearly agreeing with him. "He somehow found out I was finding out the baby's gender today and he wanted to come along."

Bellamy sat up straighter; he didn't even know she was finding out the gender today. "Wh-what'd you say?"

"I told him no. I told him Raven was coming with me."

Bellamy's shoulders fell, but Clarke continued. "Which was a total lie. She's working today." She looked at him through her eyelashes. "I was wondering if you would come with me. Please, Bell?"

"Yes, of course." He couldn't conceal his excitement.

Clarke finally smiled. "Good. Drink your juice. The appointment is in an hour."

"Jesus, Clarke. You know, contrary to popular belief, you're the morning person here."

She shoved at his shoulder. "Go."