Sorry this chapter is so short guys! Major writers block lately, the next chapter will be longer! xx

Clarke stood a foot away from her mother taking in her face, as the setting sun hit it in a way that enhanced all of her features, and gave her a glow that looked so youthful. Abby was looking up at Kane with such love in her eyes. Clarke found herself wondering if that's how she looked at Bellamy.

"Mom." She breathed out.

Abby's eyes widened as she turned towards her, her lips in a thin line.

"Clarke." She replied.

"Can we talk?"

As Abby shut the door to her office behind her Clarke took in a deep inhale. Sometimes she swore she could smell her dad's old cologne.

"I'm tired of losing people." Clarke said, as she turned towards her mother.

"You're not losing me, Clarke."

Her voice sounded sincere.

"I already have.. You can't take back what you said, mom."

Abby let out a long sigh before walking towards her. When their eyes met Clarke noted the tears that welled up in her mothers.

"I wish I could take those things I said back. I was so frustrated Clarke, even before your father died our relationship felt somewhat strained. I didn't get you and your father. Enough excuses though. I'm so sorry, Clarke. I love you exactly the way you are."

Clarke thought about not forgiveness, or her mother but her father. His kind blue eyes, and how she knew exactly what he was thinking whenever she looked into them. Clarke knew he'd tell her to ease up, and that her mother is trying her best.

Letting out a sigh she turned to Abby.

"I love you, and I want to forgive you but this will take time."

Abby nodded, and a small smile formed on her lips. "That's all I'm asking for, time to fix this."

As she rejoined her friends Bellamy had stepped forward with a glass of champagne in his hand, lightly tapping it with a butter knife. Their eyes met momentarily and she felt a familiar flutter in her chest.

Finally everyone had quieted and turned their attention to Bellamy.

"I'm not very good at speeches and I don't want to take too much time away from my little sister and her husband to be, so I'll keep this short."

Bellamy turned to Octavia and Lincoln.

"I'd like you thank you, Lincoln. For finally taking my pain in the ass sister off my hands."

Clarke chuckled lightly.

"But, on a serious note I would like to actually thank you, for taking care of her. For making her happy. You're all I had always hoped for, for her."

Lincoln raised his glass in the air and gave him a nod.

"And you, my not so little sister. It feels like just yesterday you were an introverted fifteen year old, and now you're an outgoing, ambitious, incredible young woman. I love you, and I'm so truly happy for you, O. Now that's the end of my cliché speech."

Everyone clapped and Clarke grinned as he walked his way towards her.

"You almost made me cry."

"You're a terrible liar, Princess. How bad was it?"

Clarke shook her head, moving her hand to his giving it a light squeeze. "It was perfect, Bell."

Bellamy's face lightened up and his lips parted slightly as he looked down at her. In the moment her urges to kiss him became overwhelming, cutting off any other reply Clarke moved her hand to his neck pulling her towards him until his lips brushed against hers, they stood a few moments breathing the same air in.

Jasper's voice was quiet compared to the beating of her heart, but she could make out his words.

"Just kiss already."

And they did. They kissed deeply, and intensely. Clarke never wanted it to end, never wanted this feeling to escape her.

As they pulled away Clarke felt warmth flow through out her body, as she looked around and saw her friends staring at them with smirks.

Bellamy moved his lips to Clarke's ear.

"You seem to be in a better mood."

She nodded and glanced over at her mother, his gaze quickly following hers. He gave a small nod and pulled her into a hug. His embrace was familiar, and comforting.

Clarke pulled herself from his arms and brought his hand to hers, interlocking their fingers. Looking up into his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"I told my mom I was tired of losing people, and I am. Which is true, I don't want to lose you. I don't want to keep playing the will they? Won't they? So, I'm ready when you are. Say the word, and I'm yours. Officially."

Bellamy took in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around hers.

"You are sure? Even after what I did?

"I forgave you, Bell. I am sure."

Bellamy let out a breath and pulled her tightly against him. Clarke eased into him, and felt her stress shedding away, piece by piece. These were the only arms where she found comfort, the only ones she wanted to find comfort in.