AN: OK, we're picking up where we left off, so a bit of a warning for some naked time in the first part of the chapter, though nothing too explicit.

Also, a general note going forward – I have never been pregnant myself and have no personal experiences to use when it comes to this, so anything baby/pregnancy related comes from what I remember from Call the Midwife and a lot of googling. Seriously, I don't know how many times I was asked to confirm that I'm an actual person and not a machine… Apologies in advance if I get anything wrong, I'm only human, but feel free to let me know if you spot anything weird!

As always, I own nothing relating to The 100

-22-

Bellamy trails a hand up and down Clarke's back as their breathing and heartbeats slowly return to normal.

"Everything OK?" he mumbles into her hair after a moment.

"Everything's fine, stop worrying," she replies, pinching his arm. "You do remember that we had sex last night, right? What's so different now?"

"The difference is that now I know there's a baby in there," he tells her, sliding a finger along the side of her stomach, which is the only part of it that isn't pressed against him. "It's… freaking me out a little, OK?" He's still not completely sure the sex was a good idea, still slightly worried that he's done something to hurt that tiny little human inside Clarke. He does trust her, of course, trusts that she knows what she's talking about. It's not a rational fear, he's aware of that.

She rolls off him and props herself up on one elbow so she can look at him. He mirrors her position so they're stretched out on their sides next to each other.

"And you're not even the one growing a new person," she notes. "Imagine how I'm feeling."

He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and lets his hand linger against her cheek. Clarke leans into the touch, her eyes sliding closed.

"Did I tell you how much I love you?"

She smiles. "You did. But I don't mind hearing it again."

Bellamy leans forward to kiss her lightly. "I love you." Sliding a hand down her side, he places it lightly on her stomach. He imagines there's a tiny bump, but he's not sure. "And I love you."

Clarke's hand comes down on top of his and she pushes both of their hands harder against her belly.

"I can't believe we're having a baby," she murmurs against his lips.

He pulls back slightly, the words washing over him. "Oh, God, we're having a baby." Yes, he did see the ultrasound, he knows that it's happening. Doesn't mean it has registered completely yet.

She chuckles. "Why are you freaking out? Your part's done, I'm the one who'll be doing all the hard work here."

He has tried very hard not to think about that up until now. He still remembers Octavia's birth, his mother fighting not to scream from the pain, passing out once his sister was born… he knows that this won't be like that, they'll have Abby and Jackson for starters, actual medical help. They won't have to worry about guards hearing something and coming to investigate. There might even be some pain killers. Still, he doesn't like thinking about him being the reason Clarke's in that kind of pain, no matter the situation.

"Hey," her voice drags him back to the present, her fingers playing with his curls. "Where did you go?"

He offers her a smile. "Sorry, just… thinking. I hate that you'll have to go through this. You know that I would take all of it if I could, right?"

"I know," she assures him. "Is this about… your mom? Octavia?"

He nods. "I was just six, but I will never forget that day… I had nightmares about it for years."

Clarke's eyes widen. "You were there when Octavia was born?"

"Yeah. I had to take the baby, after, my mom, she… passed out for a while, from the pain, I don't know…"

Clarke shifts forward until they're skin on skin, their hands trapped between them, and leans her forehead against his.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that, it must have been traumatic, especially to a six-year-old," she says, voice low. "But this will not be like that, I promise, OK?"

"I know," he replies. "Your mom will be there, and Jackson, you'll have help."

"Exactly. Hope's delivery went great last month, remember? Diyoza was back to ordering Eligius around within a week."

It's true, he knows that.

"I know you're still going to worry," Clarke continues. "But can you try to keep it to a minimum? I don't want you to develop an ulcer, you'll be no use to me at all if Mom's got you confined to a bed in the med bay while I'm having this baby, OK?"

He has to laugh at that. "I'll do my very best, OK?"

"That's all I'm asking." She leans forward to give him a quick kiss before flopping onto her back. "We're going to have to tell Madi. And the gang, I guess. Now that I think about it, Raven's been giving me weird looks lately, she might have figured this out before we did. Or at least suspected."

"She is smarter than the rest of us combined," Bellamy says, letting his finger trail patterns on her stomach. "It wouldn't surprise me if she has."

"Stop that, it tickles!" Clarke complains, slapping at his hand.

He chuckles and slides his hand around her waist instead, pulling her against him.

"Think we'll get away with staying here until Madi gets home?" he asks, not really seriously, nuzzling against her throat.

Clarke sighs. "You don't think they'll send out a search party if you don't get back to the farm? You've been gone a while already."

"I don't know. Murphy stayed when I left, I'm sure he explained as much as he could. If anything, I think they'll be worried about you."

"I am sorry he freaked you out," she apologizes. "He was just… well, being Murphy, going on about how he wasn't our messenger boy or something, and I guess I was a little shaken up, I had just talked to my mom, so he might have thought it was actually something bad."

"He does care about you, you know," Bellamy says, and she sighs.

"I know. He's family. Family that annoy you most of the time."

"Exactly. Every family needs that."

"He's going to be the uncle that teaches the kid dirty jokes and gives them their first taste of moonshine, you do realize that?"

He groans in response to that. "We are not leaving our kid alone with him."

"God no," she agrees. "We'll have a ton of babysitters to choose from, we won't have to scrape the bottom of the barrel."

He laughs before pushing himself into a sitting position.

"So how about I go down to the farm, let them know that everything's fine but that I'll be gone the rest of the day, and then I'll stop by the mess on my way back and tell Madi to come back here for lunch? We can tell her then."

"Sounds good," Clarke agrees. "Pick up some food too, I think all we have are nuts and some fruit."

"Will do." With a sigh, he reluctantly gets up and starts pulling his clothes back on.

Clarke stays where she is, watching him, which is distracting to say the least. When he's fully dressed, he leans over the bed to give her a final kiss, running a thumb lightly over her nipple at the same time, making her back arch off the bed.

"Don't go anywhere, OK? In fact, don't even move, I'm sure we'll have time for another round before Madi gets back."

She whines low in her throat and pushes herself up off the bed when he pulls back, chasing after him and pouting when he stands up fully and she can no longer reach.

"Tease," she accuses him, trailing one hand down her stomach and between her legs, her eyes falling shut when she reaches her goal.

Bellamy can feel his dick twitching in his pants and it's oh so tempting to just join her in bed again.

"Now who's a tease," he all but growls, and Clarke smiles lazily at him. "Don't have too much fun without me."

And before he can give into the urge, he turns on his heel and leaves the room.

Work on the farm seems to be more or less nonexistent when he gets there, Miller, Murphy and Jordan leaning against the wall of the small shed they've already built for the equipment they're using, so they won't have to drag it up and down the hill every day.

"Hard at work, I see," he says when he's close enough, and they all look up at him.

"Unlike you," Miller notes drily, before turning serious. "Is everything OK with Clarke? Murphy said she wasn't looking too good when he talked to her."

"I said she looked like shit, actually, but whatever," Murphy pipes in, but Bellamy chooses to ignore him.

"Yeah, she's fine. Not feeling great though, so if you don't need me I thought I'd call it a day early and make sure she takes it easy the rest of the day?"

"Of course," Jordan quickly assures him. "We're just wrapping up for lunch and then we're going to plow the last field, don't need you for that."

Bellamy frowns. "Lunch already? I didn't realize it was that late."

"I wonder why…" Murphy drawls. "What could possibly make you lose track of time?"

"Show some respect, man, his girlfriend's sick, it's not like they're getting it on when she feels like crap," Miller says, smacking Murphy in the back of the head.

"Fine, fine," Murphy says, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry."

"No worries," Bellamy replies. He sees no need to tell them that Murphy is sort of right. He can benefit from being taken down a peg or two now and then. "Anyway, I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't worry. Good luck with the rest of the work today."

"Tell Clarke we hope she feels better," Jordan says, and Bellamy gives him a grateful nod before climbing the hill again.

All the kids are sitting in a circle around Gaia when he gets to the mess hall, and he quietly sneaks up behind Madi and puts a hand on her shoulder. She turns around, her eyes widening when she sees him.

"What's wrong?" she asks, voice quiet but urgent. Right, she had been worried about Clarke too, he remembers.

"Nothing's wrong," he assures her. "I promise. But Clarke and I want to talk to you, so do you think you could come back to the cabin for lunch?"

She scrutinizes him for a moment, apparently deciding that if something really was wrong, he wouldn't be able to hide it. Which, yeah, probably not. "OK. But we're almost done, if you wait, like, five minutes we can walk back together?"

Remembering how he left Clarke in bed back at the cabin, he quickly shakes his head. "I need to grab some food for us, so I'll meet you there."

"OK."

He makes a quick stop in the kitchens where he grabs some dried meat and berries for them before hurrying back to the cabin. Closing the door behind him, he puts the food on the table before calling out to Clarke.

"Madi will be here in a little while, so you might want to get dressed."

She appears in the doorway to the bedroom a few minutes later, shirt thrown on but no bra underneath, he can tell, buttoning her pants. "What?"

"Apparently it's lunch time," he says.

"Oh." She shrugs. "I guess we got a little distracted."

He laughs. "You could say that."

"Did everything go OK at the farm?" she asks, going to the kitchen cupboards to get plates and cutlery for them.

"Yeah, they asked about you and I told them you were fine but not feeling great. They didn't really need me this afternoon, so no worries."

"And Madi?"

He pulls out a chair for her before sitting down next to her at the table, taking the plates and setting them out while she puts the cutlery down. "She asked what was wrong, but I think she believed me when I said everything was fine."

Clarke gives him an apologetic look. "I really am sorry I had you two so worried. I honestly didn't think anything was wrong."

"No, I know," he assures her, squeezing her hand. "And you were right, really. Nothing is wrong." Everything is actually very, very right. Which is kind of scary in its own way.

"No, but things are definitely going to change," she says, a thoughtful look on her face. "In a way, I'm glad we didn't figure it out sooner."

"Why?" Bellamy asks.

"Just… the first trimester of any pregnancy is always the most risky," she explains. "I think something like 75 percent of all miscarriages happen during that period. It's why people in old movies always waited to tell their friends and families until they got to the second trimester, or past week twelve."

"But we're already there," he says, realizing what she means.

"Exactly. So we don't have to worry about that."

"That is good," he agrees, glad to have one less thing to worry about, just as the door bangs open to reveal Madi.

"Hey, kiddo," Clarke greets her with a smile. "How was class?"

Madi crosses her arms over her chest. "No."

Bellamy has to hold back a laugh at the look on her face. Clarke just sighs. "Can you at least come sit down and eat something?" she wheedles.

Madi stays where she is for another moment, before letting her arms fall to her sides and taking the last chair at the table. It makes Bellamy realize that they're going to need another one – not right away, of course, but in the next few years. More urgent is baby clothes – he does a quick calculation in his head and thinks that they should be able to take over most of Hope's things, she'll be six months old by the time the baby's born and should have outgrown a lot by then – a crib, more place for storing all the stuff that comes with a baby. Diapers, he knows Diyoza is using a type of cloth diaper, so at least they won't have to figure that out. He's probably forgetting a lot of things, it's been so long since he needed to worry about keeping a baby clothed and fed and happy. And long term, they'll need to add another bedroom to the cabin, more furniture… it's a little overwhelming.

"OK, what's wrong?" Madi asks, voice small and arms crossed over her chest again as if trying to shield herself from what's coming. He reaches out to squeeze her arm.

"I told you that everything's fine," he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

"And I believed you for, like, a minute before I realized that Clarke wouldn't want you to tell me something bad in the middle of class."

Bellamy gives Clarke an incredulous look, but she just shakes her head.

"Well, you should have believed him, because everything is fine," she tells Madi.

The girl still gives her a suspicious look. "You're not sick again? It's not something bad?"

"No, it's not." Clarke pauses, giving him a questioning look and he nods at her to continue. "The reason I haven't been feeling well is that I'm pregnant."

Madi's quiet for a moment. "Pregnant?" she then repeats. "Like… you're going to have a baby?"

Clarke nods. "That will be the end result in about six months, yes."

"Cool." Madi's face breaks into a grin.

"Yeah?" Clarke lets out a breath. "You're OK with that?"

"Of course I am," Madi says with a shrug. "I figured it would happen sooner or later. I do know where babies come from, you know, I'm not a little kid."

Bellamy's sure she means it in that moment, but he still thinks there might be a crisis coming at some point in the future. Madi doesn't call Clarke mom, but he knows that she does consider her a mother figure, so she might have a hard time with there being a baby that is actually Clarke's. He makes a mental note to bring it up with Clarke when he has a chance, so they can prepare for it. It'll be important to make Madi feel like she's a part of this, every step of the way, that she's not being replaced in any way and that she's just as important to both of them as this new baby. Which she absolutely is, he can't imagine loving any child, even if it is biologically his, more than he loves her.

"Aren't you?" Madi continues, and this time Bellamy does laugh.

"We're happy about it," he assures her. "We just want you to be too. This doesn't change the way we feel about you, OK? You'll always be family."

"Duh, I know that. Can we eat now?"

He and Clarke exchange a relieved look and they all dig into the food, Madi asking questions every now and then – when is the baby coming? Do they know if it's a boy or a girl?

Half an hour later, they send her back to the mess for her afternoon classes with strict instructions to not tell a soul. She solemnly promises she won't and Bellamy thinks they have maybe a fifty-fifty shot of her actually being able to keep that promise. Worst case, he hopes the news at least won't spread to the people they want to tell in person.

They stand in the doorway watching Madi disappear around a corner. Clarke sighs and wraps her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"So…" she starts. "I seem to recall someone promising me another round before Madi got back. We never got the chance, but…"

Bellamy laughs. And it's tempting, no doubt about it. "I remember that too. Or, we could…"

"You want to go talk to Mom again and ask her about what we need to think about from now on?" she finishes his sentence for him. "Food I should and shouldn't be eating, things I should avoid doing…"

"Kind of," he admits. "I know you know all this stuff already, I just…"

She squeezes him lightly. "It's OK. You need to know all this stuff to, I get that. And I never did get around to talking food with her, I need to figure that out. Come on."

-100-

They leave the med bay again an hour or so later, Bellamy armed with a list that Abby wrote down for him with the food Clarke should be eating more of, to get her iron levels up and hopefully give her more energy.

"She needs to eat more of these berries," she said, showing him in the book Clarke is putting together about the food on the planet. They are planning on sitting down and coming up with names for everything at some point, but haven't gotten around to it yet, so for now, all they have are the drawings and descriptions. "They're rich in iron and folic acid. And fish – yes, Clarke, especially the blue ones, I know you don't like the smell, but the baby needs the fatty acids, OK?"

As far as what Clarke should avoid doing, there isn't much.

"No heavy lifting," Abby instructed Clarke sternly. "And you should cut down a little on your hours here, take it a little easier."

Bellamy kept his eyes firmly on the ground when Clarke asked her mom about sex, but Abby didn't even flinch.

"It's absolutely fine. If this develops into a high-risk pregnancy, if your blood pressure were to rise too much, for instance, I might put you on bedrest, in which case it would of course be out of the question, but I really don't see why that would happen."

It did feel better hearing it from a more or less impartial source, but still. He could happily go the rest of his life without discussing their sex life with Clarke's mom again.

She also apologized for hinting that they might want to consider termination.

"I didn't bring it up because I don't want you to have this baby, absolutely not. You just both seemed so shocked and confused, I thought it would be best to a least put the option out there. But I am so glad you've decided to do this, really."

The way her eyes lit up made him believe her, and objectively he can understand where she was coming from, now that he knows it's not an actual option for either of them. Honestly, he's not entirely sure how his mind jumped to that conclusion so quickly… and he hates that he made Clarke worry, too.

"Do you feel better now?" Clarke asks when they're on their way back to their cabin again.

He wraps an arm around her waist and places a kiss on top of her head. "I do, thank you for humoring me."

"I needed to know that stuff too, especially the food part," she replies, wrinkling her nose. "I'm not happy about that fish, but I guess I'll just have to bite the proverbial bullet. Or the actual fish, in this case."

He laughs, steering her around the last corner before they reach their cabin. "You know… Madi still has at least two hours of classes left…"

They're scrambling to find their clothes when the door bangs open a few hours later.

-100-

Madi swears up and down that she hasn't said a word to anyone, and when they enter the mess that evening, Bellamy finally believes her.

"Hey, Griffin, good to see you're not on your deathbed," Murphy greets them drily when they reach their usual table, but Bellamy knows him well enough to hear the well concealed relief in his voice.

Tonight, another table has been pulled up next to theirs to make room for everyone – there are a few people who sort of float between their little group and others, like Octavia, Echo and her boyfriend, and Jordan, who are all here tonight along with Miller and Jackson. The latter gives Bellamy a knowing smile, and he wonders if the doctor might have pulled Miller along to their table this evening, anticipating their announcement.

"What? Did I miss something?" Raven asks, looking between Murphy and Clarke, who rolls her eyes.

"Murphy's exaggerating. I wasn't feeling so good, so I asked him to get Bellamy from the farm. It was really not a big deal."

Madi leaves Clarke's side to take the empty seat between Raven and Shaw, and Bellamy nudges Murphy so he and Emori will move down and let him and Clarke sit together on one end. Murphy grumbles a little, but Emori grabs him by the arm and tugs him along.

"Well, in that case…" Raven says when they've all sat down. "Drumroll please."

Shaw dutifully uses his fingers as drumsticks against the edge of the table as Raven produces a container with liquid that she sets down in the middle of the table.

"RJ's moonshine, take two," Jordan announces from Shaw's other side. "New and improved."

"RJ's?" Octavia asks curiously.

"Raven and Jordan's," Raven replies with a shrug. "Come on, nobody's getting out of it this time, we've actually tasted it and it's… OK, not amazing, but much better than Jasper's batches back in Arkadia. Right, Madi, not you, you can't have this stuff for a few more years."

Everyone starts handing their mugs down the table for some of the drink, and Clarke throws Bellamy a look with raised eyebrows. He shrugs at her, figuring this is as good a way to reveal their news as any, and she gives him a brief smile.

Raven has collected all the mugs except for Clarke's, and when she reaches for it, Clarke moves it away from her and shakes her head.

"I'm not drinking right now."

There's a loud discussion going on at the other end of the table, so only a few people actually hear her. Raven's the first to connect the dots, her eyes widening.

"Oh my God!" she exclaims, reaching across the table to pull Clarke into a clumsy hug. "Oh my God! Really?"

They both nod at Raven's half-formed question, and she lets out a very un-Raven-like squeal that catches the attention of the rest of the table before she hugs Bellamy too.

"Complete sentences would be good, Reyes," Murphy mutters, eyeing Raven suspiciously. Emori leans into his side and whispers something in his ear, and he coughs, raising his hand to pat Bellamy on the back. "Better you than me, man."

Bellamy just rolls his eyes.

"Can someone please explain what's going on?" Miller half-shouts from the end of the table furthest from them.

"They're having a baby!" Raven yells back, drawing the attention from a few of the nearby tables too.

After that, it's a seemingly endless streams of their friends and people they barely know hugging them, giving them well wishes or promises of babysitting when the time comes. Octavia manages to sneak her way in between Bellamy and Murphy and hugs him for a few long minutes, whispering how proud she is of him and how much she loves him, what a great dad he'll be. By the time she finally pulls away with a slightly melancholy smile, they both have tears in their eyes.

The last to approach them is Echo, and for a moment Bellamy wonders if maybe he should have talked to her in private first. But she wraps one arm around him and one around Clarke, pulling them into a weird three-way side-hug.

"I'm happy for you," she mumbles before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You deserve this." She then turns to Clarke and whispers something to her, before giving her cheek a kiss too and returning to her seat further down the table. Bellamy doesn't know what she says, but the smile on Clarke's face has widened even more, so he's pretty sure it was something good.

When they're slowly strolling home later, Madi some ways ahead of them, he asks her. She tightens her arm around his waist and leans her head against his shoulder.

"She said she was glad you finally got your head out of your ass long enough to make a move eventually, and that our kid will be the most loved child in history."

And yeah, he agrees silently. It will be.