Bellamy couldn't keep still, while Clarke was perfectly calm. She decided he could be jittery enough for the both of them.
"It's a girl, Clarke. A girl. A princess for the Princess." He would not shut up about it in the car after the appointment.
"Seriously, Bellamy. Do not call her Princess."
"Oh, no. She'll be a queen. She'll rule you."
Clarke playfully smacked his arm.
"Hey! No hitting the driver!"
Clarke glanced around her, noticing they weren't on their way back to the apartment. "Bell, where are we going?"
"Some small person wanted to see you."
Bellamy pulled the car into a driveway and Clarke gasped, immediately realizing where they were.
"Which small person were you talking about? Your sister or Merrick?" she inquired, unbuckling.
"Don't you dare let O hear you call her small."
"You did it first," Clarke said, sticking her tongue out at him. "Hurry up your butt, or I'll get to your sister first!"
Those words got Bellamy into motion.
If Clarke hadn't been four and a half months pregnant, she would've tried harder to get to the door first, but she knew better than to stand in the way of Bellamy and his sister.
Bellamy barged in the house because, of course he had a key. "O!" he called out. "Where's the delinquent?"
"He'll only be a delinquent if you keep allowing Murphy around him, Bell-" Octavia was saying as she rounded into the entryway, before she stopped everything when she saw who was behind her brother. "Clarke." The brunette immediately attacked her friend with a fierce hug. Octavia placed her hands on Clarke's shoulders and held her away so she could look at her. "Something's different about you, C." Bellamy noticed a lightbulb go off in his sister's eyes and she glared at him before turning back to Clarke. "You're pregnant."
Clarke shrugged sheepishly. "Um…yeah?"
Octavia smacked her brother's chest. "Why the hell didn't you tell me when you were over here last time?!"
"Would people stop assuming the baby's mine?" As much as Bellamy would love Clarke's little girl to also be his, he knew that no matter how involved in her life he would be, the baby would never really be his.
Octavia gave her brother her 'seriously?' look. "Bellamy Blake, I was not assuming anything. I was just asking as to why you hadn't told me your best friend was pregnant."
"Because only you, Raven, Finn and Bellamy know?" Clarke offered.
Octavia then turned her gaze to Clarke. "What the hell, Clarke? How could nobody know?"
Realizing they were all still in the entryway, Bellamy placed one hand on each of the women and pushed them towards the living room. "Because," he answered, "Clarke can work from home so she doesn't go out much."
"Well that's dumb," Octavia said, situating herself in the arm chair. "We should have a get-together tomorrow. Raven can bring Wick, the boys will come, and even Murphy, too, I guess."
Bellamy's eyebrows rose. Octavia never really approved of Murphy, so her inviting him to something was big. "You're willing to suffer through Murphy?" He looked at Clarke. "Maybe we should do this thing. O wants to hang out with Murphy."
The girls looked at each other, an unspoken conversation passing between them.
"What?" Bellamy inquired. "What am I missing?"
"Hey, Bell," Octavia said, changing the topic. "Why don't you go get Merrick up? He's been angry with me today."
Bellamy pointed at the stairs. "My nephew? Mad at my sister? I'm gunna go have a talk with the little guy. You two…have a talk, not mentally. That freaks me out."
He leaves the women giggling in the living room about who knows what as he heads up the stairs towards his nephew's room.
Bellamy slid the door to the toddler's room open to find the two year old sitting up in his bed staring at his intruder. However, the frowning child, expecting his mother, broke into a huge grin when he noticed his uncle peeking in.
"Belly!" The toddler lifted his arms towards Bellamy, who entered the room and swooped the child into a hug.
"Ricky, my man!" Bellamy blew a kiss into his nephew's neck, relishing in the giggles that escape.
Merrick dragged his hands across Bellamy's chest in an attempt to tickle his uncle, and resulted in scratching him instead.
Bellamy grabbed the little hands in his and touched their noses together in an eskimo kiss. "I think Mommy needs to trim your little claws." He felt his nephew's eyebrows furrow. "Is this why you're mad at your mommy? She tried to cut your nails?"
"Ouchie," the toddler whimpered.
"How about we go downstairs, have a snack, and then Uncle Belly will read you a story while Mommy cuts your nails. Does that sound like a good plan?"
Merrick nodded slowly, as if he knew Bellamy was trying to trick him.
A smile spread across Bellamy's face. "Or…Auntie Clarke could help Uncle Belly read the story."
The child's face lit up and he began to squirm to get out of Bellamy's hold. "C'arke! C'arke!" The two year old was off Bellamy's lap and in the hall before Bellamy knew it.
That kid loved Clarke almost as much as Bellamy did, and from watching them interact, Bellamy was sure that Clarke would be a fantastic mother.
Bellamy turned white as he heard Clarke's squeal climb the stairs. Mother. Mother. Clarke still had to tell her mother about the pregnancy.
"Oh, shit."
A/N: Thank you so much for your patience, (and the reminders to update, lol).
I'm still taking suggestions on what to name Clarke's little girl! You are coming up with some great names and it's making it hard to narrow down my favorites!
What do you guys think of season 3 so far? What a rollercoaster the first two episodes have been. I can't wait for the rest!