AN: Greetings from London, guys! I'm here on a business trip, my first one as self-employed – can you tell that I'm excited :) I won't be home until late on Friday, though, and I didn't want to leave you guys hanging, so here you are!

Some minor smut in this one, nothing too explicit, I don't think, but still worth a bit of a warning. It's sort of spread out, though, so proceed with caution through the chapter if that's not your thing ;)

As always, I don't own anything relating to The 100

-23-

It's funny, but as soon as she knows she's pregnant, Clarke starts feeling pregnant.

At first, it's the little things, actually recognizing the symptoms that were already there but that she was either ignoring or attributing to something else – the fatigue, the dizzy spells, the nausea (which fortunately fades completely about a week or so later).

Then, it's the bigger things.

About two weeks after they find out, she can't button her pants in the morning. She tries everything, even lying flat on her back on the bed and sucking in her stomach as much as she can, but it still won't button. Annoyed, she stomps into the main room where Bellamy and Madi are sitting at the table.

"I can't button my pants," she complains.

They both look up at her, turn to each other – and burst out laughing. Clarke crosses her arms over her chest and, OK, yeah, she pouts.

"It's not funny!"

"It's a little funny," Madi insists, still giggling.

Clarke turns to Bellamy for support, and while he at least has the presence of mind to cover his mouth with his hand, she can still see the amusement in his eyes. With a huff, she turns on her heel and storms back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

She knows she's overreacting, OK?

The door opens a moment later and then she feels Bellamy's arms wrap around her from behind. She keeps her arms firmly crossed over her chest, but he tugs lightly on her hands until she surrenders and lets him interlace their fingers, both their hands against her stomach.

"Sorry we laughed, OK?" he mumbles into her ear.

Clarke sighs. "I know I'm being ridiculous."

"No, you're not. And it was just the look on your face, it reminded me of Octavia when she was three and I told her she had to stop jumping on the bed. She pouted like I had told her the world was ending or something."

She leans her head back against his shoulder and feels his lips against her temple.

"It's just a reminder, you know?" she says after a moment, voice small. "I'm going to get fat."

"No, that's not… there's a baby in here," he says, pressing their hands against her stomach. "And it's going to develop and grow into an actual person. That kind of requires a bit of room."

"Still…"

"And you know I wouldn't care if you did, right? I love you, body and mind and soul, nothing can change that, especially not the way your body looks, OK? You don't ever have to worry about that."

She just nods, words stuck in her throat for a moment.

"How do you always know just what to say?" she asks eventually, and Bellamy chuckles.

"Years and years of handling O's teenage outbursts?" he suggests, and she has to laugh at that.

"Thank you," she says, turning her head so she can press a kiss to his lips.

"For what, knocking you up? Pretty sure that's at least partly my fault."

"That too. But for making me feel better."

He traces his thumb along her cheek before giving her another kiss. "Always."

She ends up wearing her comfy sweat pants, and Bellamy asks Octavia to do something to her other pants, giving them more stretch in the waist somehow, so it's not all bad.

Another week or so later, she suddenly has a noticeable bump.

Bellamy's the one to point it out one Sunday. Clarke still sleeps a lot, especially when she doesn't have to get up for work, even if her energy levels during the day have gone up significantly since she started following her mom's dietary instructions. She still can't stand the smell of the blue fish, even if it doesn't make her want to hurl anymore, but she manages to eat it while holding her nose.

This particular morning, she's woken up by something – or someone – tickling her stomach.

"What're you doing?" she grumbles sleepily when she opens her eyes to find Bellamy further down on the bed, his chin resting against her hip and his hand running lightly up and down her stomach.

"Morning," he greets her, a big smile on his face, and the joy that is evident there is almost too much for her to take in so early.

"Morning," she replies. "Explanation please?"

His eyes fall to her belly again, his hand stilling in its movements and just resting there. "There's a bump," he tells her, taking her hand and placing it where his just was. "See?"

She can't really see, though, but she can feel it – a slight curve that wasn't there a few days ago.

"It's just… it makes it feel more real, you know?" Bellamy mumbles, his eyes intent on her hand covering her stomach. "I mean, I know we did the ultrasound and actually saw it in there, but…"

"I know," she agrees, moving her hand from her stomach so she can squeeze his. "We'll probably be able to feel it move soon. Mom says it'll be around twenty weeks or so."

"Really?" His face lights up even more and he leans down to press a kiss to her stomach, just below her belly button, before crawling up the bed to her. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and Clarke hitches her leg around his hip to be able to press herself even closer.

It's not sexual, not in that moment. It's just a need to be as close as they can possibly get, sharing this moment of wonder.

It does get sexual eventually, of course, Bellamy's body pressing her into the bed, his hand covering her mouth as his thrusts and a finger against her clit pushes her over the edge, to keep her high-pitched moan from alerting Madi to their activities.

She hasn't caught them in the act yet, and Clarke's determined to keep it that way.

She's glad Bellamy got over his initial hesitation about sex while she's pregnant, because she's seriously horny all the time. Except at night, unfortunately, when she falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Sometimes before.

He's still working down at the farm, even if it's definitely winter now – it doesn't seem like it's going to get as bad as it was on Earth, the temperature has dropped but remains a bit above freezing and there's no snow, even if it does rain a lot more than it has so far – which is probably a good thing, or she'd pull him into empty storage buildings every time they crossed paths.

As it is, she's barely able to keep her hands to herself when they do meet for lunch, and most days they finish their break with a quickie in an empty room somewhere, before they part for the afternoon. Raven almost catches them once, when they carelessly end up in her workshop – Clarke's still bent over one of the work tables, catching her breath, Bellamy behind her zipping his pants back up when the mechanic opens the door. She takes one look at them and backs out of the room again, closing the door behind her, but when she comes to the med bay later that day to check on a heater that's acting up she gives Clarke a knowing grin.

"Have a nice lunch?" she asks, seemingly innocent so Abby and Jackson won't catch on.

Clarke glowers at her, but Raven just laughs.

"Good for you, babe," she says in a low voice before leaving. "Keep him on his toes."

One of the most amazing things happen when Clarke is almost at twenty-one weeks. She's in the med bay, in the middle of giving baby Hope a check-up, when she feels a sort of fluttering deep in her belly, and has to stop to press her hand to her stomach, where there's definitely a more noticeable bump by now. As Raven put it – you look like you're pregnant and not just like you've put on a few extra pounds.

"Something wrong?" Diyoza asks.

"I think… I think I felt the baby move," Clarke replies dazedly. The feeling has stopped now, but she's almost sure it was there a moment ago.

"Ah." Diyoza offers her a knowing smile. "It feels strange, doesn't it? Sort of like… butterflies."

"Yeah," Clarke agrees. "Exactly like that."

She finishes the examination, giving the little girl a clean bill of health, and continues with her day. The feeling returns a few times during the afternoon, but she doesn't feel anything when she presses her hand to her stomach, which makes her think it's probably not possible to feel it from the outside yet. No need to pull Bellamy away from his work for something he won't even be able to experience himself.

It is her greeting when he walks through the door later that afternoon, though.

"Hey, I think I felt the baby move earlier."

He freezes in his track for a moment, eyes widening slightly, and then a big grin spreads on his face. "Really?"

She feels the smile mirrored on her own face. "Yeah."

He crosses the room in a couple of big steps and kneels down in front of her, both hands covering her stomach. "Can I feel it?"

Clarke laughs. "I don't think you can, I couldn't feel anything from the outside earlier. It's just a sort of fluttering. It'll get stronger soon, though, so you should be able to feel it then."

This doesn't seem to discourage him, though, and he sticks close to her, hand immediately pressed against her stomach whenever she tells him that she's feeling the fluttering again.

"What are you doing?"

They both look up to find Madi in the doorway, eyeing them suspiciously as she nudges Lynx back out the door – the cat's been a little territorial with Clarke lately, since the pregnancy, even going so far as to growl at a couple of people when they get close to her, so they try to keep it outside for now at least.

Clarke evaluates their current position – her standing at the kitchen counter, cutting up some fruit for a snack since dinner is still hours away (her appetite is through the roof lately and she's constantly hungry), Bellamy with his back leaning against the same counter, book in one hand and the other resting against her stomach. She can understand how this might look weird from the outside.

"Clarke felt the baby move earlier," Bellamy explains to her, and Madi's eyes light up.

"Can I feel it too?" she asks, hurrying over and stopping on Clarke's other side.

"I haven't felt anything yet," Bellamy says. "It's probably too early for anyone to feel it from the outside."

Which still doesn't stop the two of them from hovering over Clarke the rest of the afternoon.

"OK!" she finally snaps. "Let's head out to the mess, I think Raven said something about card games before dinner."

It's true, but she really just wants to get out in public where they can't be all over her all the time.

Which, in retrospect, was a bad, bad idea.

Madi, of course, excitedly tells Raven about the baby moving, which means everyone knows within minutes, and after that it's like a revolving door of people wanting to see if they can feel something.

Bellamy finally realizes that Clarke is close to snapping when she sends him a pleading look, and steps in.

"OK, that's it, Clarke's closing up shop for tonight. No more touching. Everybody back off."

"That sounded weird," she tells him when everyone's returned to their seats, leaning her head against his shoulder. "But thank you."

"Of course," he replies, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Sorry I got a little over-excited earlier."

"It's fine, I don't mind you doing it," she assures him. "Within reason. And I promise I will tell you the second there's any outside evidence."

Which there is, about a week later. Fortunately, they're still at home, having just sent Madi off to her classes, when Clarke feels more pronounced movement in her belly. She presses a hand against the spot, just to make certain, and sure enough, there's a small nudge against her palm.

"Give me your hand," she says absentmindedly, holding out her hand for Bellamy's.

"Why?" he asks, focused on his breakfast and the book he's reading.

Clarke huffs impatiently and grabs his hand, placing it against the spot where she felt movement just a moment ago. For a few seconds, there's nothing, and then…

"Oh my God!" Bellamy exclaims, pressing his hand harder against her stomach. "It's moving!"

It gets a little weird a few weeks later when they can actually see the movement, little ripples under Clarke's skin.

It's also around this time that her stomach really balloons, and it suddenly looks like she's swallowed a soccer ball.

Bellamy's completely fascinated by her new, bigger belly, always keeping a hand lingering there when they're close together, no matter if it's in the mess or in bed. To Clarke's chagrin, he also easily gets distracted during their more intimate moments, stopping his trail of kisses down her body to talk to her belly, which is a bit of a turnoff, no matter Clarke's still raging sex drive.

"You have to stop that," she complains the third time it happens in a week.

"What?" he asks from where he's got his ear pressed against her stomach.

"We were just about to have sex, and you started doing baby talk!"

Bellamy chuckles, pushing himself off her stomach to move up her body again, placing light kisses on her skin.

"Sorry," he murmurs when he reaches her lips. "Let me get back to that."

He makes up for his distraction by making her come twice on his fingers before he pushes inside her and makes it a trilogy of orgasm before following her over the edge himself.

He gets a little better at staying focused after that.

Her mom's keeping a close eye on the pregnancy, giving Clarke monthly examinations to make sure everything's going according to plan, and they have another ultrasound at around 28 weeks.

"Someone's wide awake," Abby notes as she studies the screen, where the baby seems to be doing some sort of gymnastics.

"I've noticed," Clarke sighs. "It's been full speed ahead in there ever since I got up this morning."

Abby laughs a little at that. "Well, everything's looking great. Fifteen inches, which might indicate that you're a little further along than we initially thought."

"How much further?" Bellamy asks.

"Just another week, not that much difference," Abby replies. "Or it could just mean a big baby."

Clarke shudders a little at that. "Let's hope it's the first one," she says. "I'm already dreading having to push it out as it is…"

"Don't worry, honey," Abby assures her, squeezing her hand. "A half of an inch or so won't make any difference when it comes to the delivery, trust me."

"That's really not as comforting as you think, Mom," Clarke tells her drily.

"You are going to be just fine, I promise." Abby moves the ultrasound wand around a little. "Now, do you want to know the sex?"

"I…" Clarke starts, looking up at Bellamy. "Do we?"

He shrugs. "I don't mind waiting to find out the old fashioned way. Up to you."

Clarke thinks about it for a moment. It's not like knowing would change anything. They haven't talked about names yet, so that part would be a little easier, she supposes, but she kind of likes the idea of finding out once the baby gets here.

"I think we want to wait," she concludes.

"OK." Abby smiles at them and turns the monitor off.

"You know, though," Bellamy says.

"I do," her mom confirms. "But I will not tell anyone, not even Marcus, I promise. And I'll do my best not to let it slip. If you do change your minds, though, just let me know."

Winter was short and rainy, and has already given way to spring – the sunlight is starting to brighten again, the days are getting longer and there are small buds on some of the trees down in the valley. They figure they landed at the height of summer, so they should be in mid-spring right now. Clarke remembers the oppressive heat in the weeks after they landed and hopes against hope that the baby will arrive before the really warm months. She's already starting to feel heavy and slow, even with almost three months left, warm despite her light clothing, and she can't imagine how much worse it will be once the temperature rises as well.

"I hate this," she grumbles on one of their days off. She and Bellamy have ventured down to the lake for the first time this spring, bringing a picnic and lounging on a blanket. Now, though, they're about to head back, and he has to almost lift her up from the ground. "Not… you know what I mean."

He wraps an arm around her waist, grabbing their basket and blanket with the other hand, and they start off up the hill.

"I know you're uncomfortable," he replies. "I'm sorry. Tell me what I can do?"

She squeezes him around the waist. "You're already doing it."

He is, she barely has to lift a finger anymore, he tells her to sit down the moment he gets home and takes care of everything – cooking, when they don't eat in the mess, cleaning, laundry… He rubs her feet and back in the evenings and even helps her tie her shoes since she can barely reach anymore. Really, he's the ideal partner.

"I'm just not looking forward to when it gets warmer," she expands when they've gotten home. "I'm already wearing as little as I can."

Bellamy gives her a long once over. "Not really…"

She rolls her eyes. "I doubt the rest of the settlement would appreciate me walking around in my underwear."

"I don't see why."

She huffs and opens her mouth to argue back, but his lips on her neck distract her and she completely loses her train of thought sometime between him moving her panties aside so he can push into her from behind and her first climax, Bellamy's arms the only thing holding her up as her legs shake from the power of her orgasm.

-100-

Madi comes home before Bellamy one day towards the middle of Clarke's seventh month of pregnancy, which isn't very common as she usually hangs out with her friends after classes in the mess ends.

"Hey, kiddo," Clarke greets her when she opens the door. She's currently somewhat comfortably stretched out on their new couch, which Bellamy and Miller finished just a couple of weeks ago, so she doesn't get up. She's learned to stay put when she finally finds a comfortable position these days. "You're home early."

Madi crosses the room and squeezes onto the edge of the couch next to her.

"I wanted to talk to you," she says, biting her lip, and Clarke immediately wonders what's wrong.

"Did something happen?" she asks, trying to keep her voice neutral but fighting the emotions warring inside her.

"No, no," Madi assures her. "I… it's about the Flame."

Clarke frowns. They haven't really talked about the Flame since they got to this planet. She had known that they'd have to use Madi, or the Commander, and the Flame to get everyone from Wonkru to agree to their plans for colonization, and since then, Madi's technically been the head of the council, even if she doesn't normally attend the meetings or really do anything. She's a figurehead, essentially.

"What about it?"

Madi takes a deep breath and meets Clarke's eyes. "I want to remove it."

Clarke's speechless for a moment.

"Are you sure?" she then asks, and Madi nods.

"I know you don't want to destroy it, and we don't have to, I'm not going to put it back in. You can even change the passphrase, if you want, so I won't be able to."

"OK." Clarke hesitates for a moment. "What brought this on?"

Madi shrugs. "I've been thinking about it for a while, actually. I understand that the Commander was needed back on Earth, and even here in the beginning, but I'm not anymore. And that's OK. I mean, if you think Wonkru might not like it, we don't have to tell anyone I don't have it anymore, who's going to know? And if it becomes a problem for some reason, we can just put it back."

"Of course, if that's what you want," Clarke agrees. "Are you sure there's nothing else?"

Madi hesitates a little, eyes falling to her hands which are fiddling with her shirt.

"I… I don't want them in my head anymore," she finally says quietly. "Some of them are nice, like Lexa, I really like her, but some of the others… one of them keeps wanting me to leave, because I'm the Commander and I'm not supposed to have a family. It makes me weak."

Clarke's heart breaks a little. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" she asks gently. "How long have you been dealing with this on your own?"

"It was fine at first, they were just sort of there in the background, but it's like they're getting more influence the longer I have the Flame in me. And… I don't want them here when the baby's born. I want to be a good big sister."

Love is weakness. Lexa's words echo in Clarke's head.

"You are going to be the best big sister," she tells Madi insistently. "No matter what. But if you want to remove the Flame, we will."

And they do. They decide to bury the tin box with the chip inside it, finding a spot under a tree overlooking the valley, and Clarke, Madi and Bellamy have a sort of memorial for all the lost Commanders.

It doesn't change Madi much, at least not on the outside, but as Clarke watches her adopted daughter playing with a couple of her friends and Lynx that evening, laughing as the cat chases them around the open area outside the mess, she thinks that maybe she's just a little lighter. Like an invisible weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

Another thing that seems to grow at the same pace as Clarke's belly are her hormones. Her libido takes no notice of her going into the third trimester, and she still jumps Bellamy – not literally, she's not doing any jumping at the moment – every chance she gets. But it also affects her in other ways.

"What's wrong?" Madi asks one day when she gets home.

"Nothing, everything's fine," Bellamy assures her as he rubs Clarke's back soothingly.

"Then why is she crying?"

Clarke manages to lift her head from Bellamy's shoulder so she can look at Madi. "It's just these stupid hormones," she sniffles.

Bellamy nods at a tiny onesie lying on the table that Octavia made, with beautiful embroidery on the chest that reads Auntie's Favorite. "O brought that over a little while ago."

"It's so sweet," Clarke hiccups. "I'm just so glad you could work everything out and that our baby will have an aunt that loves them!"

To Madi's credit, she manages to press her lips together and hold the laugh that's no doubt bubbling up back, and Clarke loves her for it.

She gets a taste of another type of emotion a couple of days after their last ultrasound, at 34 weeks. According to Abby, everything is still looking good – the baby's about eighteen inches, which tracks with the timeframe, and has moved a little lower, which Clarke appreciates since it's made it easier for her to breathe properly.

They're having dinner in the mess one evening, Madi's spending the night with a friend and is eating with her, and Bellamy's just gone to get them food.

"Hey!" Clarke calls. "Get some of those blue berries?"

He nods with a smile and gives her a thumbs up before turning back to the counter with food. Clarke's about to return her attention to Raven when she sees Leni, a Grounder girl Clarke knows from her apprenticeship in the med bay, say something to Bellamy, getting a nod and a laugh in return. Leni smiles, reaches out to touch him lightly on the arm, and he says something back.

Clarke forces her eyes away, feeling tears welling up in them.

It's stupid, she knows that. It doesn't help the feelings fighting for dominance – anger, jealousy, sadness, fear…

"You OK?" Raven asks next to her, too perceptive as usual.

Clarke clears her throat and blinks to try to make the tears go away. "Fine."

But of course, Raven knows her too well. She looks over where Clarke's attention was a moment ago and then wraps an arm around her shoulders and squeezes.

"You know that you don't have anything to worry about there, right?" she asks quietly, so the others at the table won't hear.

"I know," Clarke admits, wiping away a few tears surreptitiously. "It's just hormones."

"As long as you know that," Raven says, giving her a stern look.

"I do… but, I mean, it's not like I'm exactly attractive at the moment, I'm huge… I don't blame him for looking."

Raven lets out an exasperated sigh. "He's not! I bet you anything that they were talking about you."

Clarke just shrugs, but fortunately, Bellamy returns to the table then and Raven lets the subject go.

Clarke tries to do the same, but she can't help that it's niggling in the back of her mind for the rest of the evening.

AN: I'm not sure if my interpretation of how the Flame affects Madi is completely in line with the show… but I figure we don't know that much about it, so hopefully it works!