Chapter 7
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"Hey Princess." Bellamy announced his arrival home, shutting the steal door behind him.
"Hi." She smiled awkwardly at him. She hadn't known how to react since the night she climbed into bed with him and every night since, they began in their own beds but Bellamy would join her after a few hours, her shivering usually woke him up.
"I need to talk to you about something." He took a seat at the small table, fidgeting with his fingers.
"What's wrong?" She asked, sitting across from him.
"I need to know you're not going to tell anyone, especially your mother." He looked deeply into her eyes, he didn't want to tell her half a story, he wanted to tell her the entire thing.
"I promise. Whatever it is, you can trust me." Clarke replied knowing well and true that she could keep things from her mother…at least she could now.
"A while ago, I was offered a place back on the Guard, and at first I declined because the offer came with a lot of cons. I'm not who they want me to be. The Guard has been infiltrated by Nygel, I don't know what she has over them, but over me, she has you. I turned her down again after we got married, Dax threatened you and I threatened him to stay away from you but that didn't work, obviously, because a few weeks later…well I don't need to remind you what happened." Bellamy paused to take a calming breath before continuing. "After I took you to medical, I went to Nygel and accepted her offer and as of tomorrow, I'll be back on the Guard. It's not something I wanted to do, but Dax told you what would happen if he returned and I can't have that on my conscience. On top of all that, if it proved I didn't care what happened to you, after my little sister in lockup." Bellamy was ashamed that Nygel had won, but he'd only accepted to keep Clarke and his sister safe. If that meant he had to live a life working as a corrupt guard, than so be it.

"Bellamy." Clarke began, she felt so guilty even though she knew it wasn't her fault. "Say no. I can take care of myself and I'm sure we can figure something out to keep your sister safe." Clarke reasoned.
"I've already said yes, Princess. Look, I know we were strangers a month ago, but you are my wife and my wife is my responsibility, just like my sister. Besides, at least with me being a guard again, maintenance might actually look into fixing our heating system a bit quicker." Bellamy tried brushing her off. He had feelings for her that he was still trying to figure out, and climbing into bed with her during the night to keep her warm was only making things that much more confusing for him.
"And my husband is my responsibility… I'll stand by you. You're a good man and what you've agreed to do only proves that." Clarke responded, distancing herself from Bellamy. She didn't mind him sharing a bed with her, in fact, she quite enjoyed it, but it only just occurred to her that he probably didn't. "We might not be here much longer anyway, my review is in a few days and if it goes well enough we should be moved to Alpha station." Clarke finished, turning her back on him.
"Even if we don't go to Alpha, I don't mind what we have here, what he have going on." Bellamy whispered vulnerably.
"It could be warmer, that's for sure. You must be sick of having to keep me warm." Clarke snapped, she didn't mean to but she was in unknown territory.
"You're not the only one that gets cold. You keep me warm just as much as I do you." Bellamy said as-a-matter-of-factly before disappearing into the bathroom.

"How are things going with Bellamy?" Abby asked at the cafeteria that evening.
"I don't know." Clarke shook her head, not wanting to talk about it.
"What's wrong? I heard he was given a second chance on the Guard, that must be exciting for you both." Abby pushed and Clarke stiffened, her mother didn't know how Bellamy had gotten his position back on the Guard and Clarke had promised to keep it to herself.
"Yeah, I think he'll work better hours, so he'll be home more. We really need the heating to be fixed though, it's like living in an icebox." Clarke complained, hoping if she'd slip the information across to her mother it might get fixed quicker.
"What's wrong with your heating?" Abby asked innocently, knowing all to well what was wrong with it.
"We don't know. It's just not working very well or at all even. We have to sleep together to get through the nights, it's just too cold alone." Clarke didn't want to meet her mothers' eyes because she knew that if she did, Abby would see that Clarke was feeling something, that she wasn't living emptily anymore.
"So you two are sleeping in the same bed? Has anything happened?" Abby asked, trying to have 'girlfriend' conversation with her teenage daughter. It was uncomfortable for both women but Abby had to find out if they had consummated their marriage.
"Not really. He'll hold me in his arms so we share more body warmth." Clarke couldn't wipe the smile from her face.
"Clarke, if you feel something for this man, don't hold back. If something happens between you two, if you end up husband and wife in the real sense, I'm all for it. I just want you to be happy and I know you don't need my blessing to fall for him, but I'd love for nothing more than if you did, that is, if he falls for you back. I wouldn't want you to find unrequited love. I just want you to be happy." Abby didn't lie, she truly did want her daughter to be happy and she also wanted to tell her daughter the rest of the truth about the council's plan, but if she did she'd get floated for treason, just like her husband Jake. And if that happened, Clarke will have entered the marriage for nothing.
"Thanks mum. That means a lot because I do feel something, I don't know what though and I don't know if he feels anything back. I'm in unchartered waters, I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going." Clarke plonked her head in her hands in frustration.
"Just be yourself, don't distance yourself. Give him small gestures, signals. Close the physical space between you, brush your hand against his, graze his arm or shoulder when you pass him. Find a comfortable middle to meet him in." Abby suggested, trying to offer her daughter the best advice she could about pursuing a relationship with her husband, but she knew if things didn't speed up, she'd need to find an excuse to knock them out at Med Bay again.