sorry it's so short:/
"Momma," Clarke moaned sleepily and squeezed her eyes shut tighter as a finger stabbed her cheek.
"Charlotte, princess, let your mom sleep." A deeper voice mumbled groggily.
"But Uncle Monty said to get momma." Charlotte whined, followed by the sound of a small foot stomping on the ground. Bellamy sighed and made a move to sit up only to have his breath leave him sharply.
"Bell," Clarke warned before she'd even opened her eyes. He sighed and dropped his hand over his eyes to shield himself from her withering glare. She sighed and glanced down at Charlotte's big brown puppy dog eyes, kissing the top of her head as she stood and moved over to the medical supplies, gathering new bandaging for her husband's chest.
"Daddy?" Charlotte questioned, pushing herself up onto the side of his bed.
"What's up?" he replied a little breathlessly.
"Who shotted you?" she frowned. Bellamy arched an eyebrow and grabbed his daughter around the waist pulling her down so her head was on his shoulder. Charlotte giggled and squirmed in a vain attempt to get out of her father's hold.
"I've gotta clean up daddy's chest, honey." Clarke murmured, arching an eyebrow at Bellamy and Charlotte until he let go of her. Clarke waited until she sat up to scoop her off of the table and sit her down in the chair she had been previously sleeping in. "What did Uncle Monty say?" she asked as she started to unwrap the soiled bandages from around Bellamy's arrow wound.
"He and auntie Raven blowed something up again." She shrugged, focusing on swinging her feet back and forth.
"He and Raven did what?" Bellamy growled. "I swear to God if they were working with explosives near my daughter…again." He scowled, flinching when Clarke poured moonshine over the hole in his body.
"Nope nope nope." Charlotte hummed, shaking her head. "Avan and I were far far away. But we heard it anyway. Auntie O and Uncle Inkin were not happy." She giggled. "Auntie O yelled at them but Uncle Monty still wants to talk to momma." Clarke laughed at her daughter's ramblings and taped down the end of the wrappings, cupping Bellamy's face with her hand and kissing him gently, laughing when Charlotte started to hum tunelessly behind them. Bellamy just smiled and leaned his forehead against hers.
"I don't suppose there's any chance of you letting me up?" he sighed. Clarke scoffed at that and twisted her head to look at her daughter.
"What do you think Princess? Think mommy's going to let daddy get up after he got shot?" Charlotte giggled and shook her head.
"Nope. Momma never lets you get up after you get shotted."
"Never…" Clarke scoffed, and rubbed her forehead. "Stay put." She warned. "You want to babysit your father, or come with me?" she looked down at the mess of blonde curls that was her daughter.
"I wanna watch you yell at Uncle Monty and Auntie Raven." Charlotte giggled wildly and Bellamy rolled his eyes. Clarke smirked and lifted Charlotte onto her hip before leaning over to kiss Bellamy quickly.
"Get up and I will shoot you again." Clarke said seriously. Bellamy waved at her and laid back down obediently. Clarke winked at her daughter and carried her out of their med bay and across camp to the makeshift science lap. Or where the makeshift science lab should've been. In its place were two soot covered scientists and a pile of rubble. Clarke's mouth fell open and she let Charlotte slide to the floor, grabbing her hand before advancing towards the rather put out looking brunettes. Octavia waved dismissively at Monty and Raven Green huffing irritably as Clarke walked towards them.
"Good. You deal with this." She scowled and stalked in the opposite direction, muttering something about the fourth time this month. Clarke stopped at the edge of the mess and propped one hand on her hip with a disapproving glare. Charlotte glanced up out of the corner of her eye and adjusted her stance to match her mom's almost exactly then faced forward again and glared at her aunt and uncle.
Monty withered under Clarke's glare, smiling sheepishly while his wife just shrugged unapologetically at his side.
"Clean it up." Clarke ordered. "And if you want a lab, you build it yourself." She added.
"Yeah!" Charlotte echoed. Clarke's stern mask cracked and she smiled at her daughter. Then she looked at the two Green's in the middle of the mess and sighed.
"Are you two alright?" she questioned, stepping forward into the pile of burned wood. "Stay back, Charlotte." She ordered quickly before the six year old could follow.
"I think so." Raven answered, looking herself over. "I was behind the wall when it exploded. Monty's probably got a few burns." Her eyes clouded with concern as she glanced sideways at Monty. Clarke arched an eyebrow at him in question and sighed when he nodded. He peeled his sleeve up, grimacing as he did so.
"Most of my left side." He admitted, glancing at the red skin of his arm.
"Alright. Drop ship, let's go." Clarke murmured, nodding behind her towards their med bay.
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