Chapter 11
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Bellamy Point of View

"Bellamy…" She began, her voice soft. I loosened my grasp slightly, wanting my grip to match the tone. "I love you too but this baby is a science experiment. Is it even a baby? We have no idea what it is or what it's going to be." She was having trouble coming to terms with the news, so was it but at least I didn't have a death wish.

"It's a genetically enhanced child. It was created with our DNA, that makes it ours and a baby. I wish we had been able to create it on our terms and the traditional way but that doesn't mean we turn our backs on it, on ourselves." I reasoned. I found that my softer tone seemed to break through to her more than my yelling did. "What about everyone else though, Bell? Will they get a choice? Or will the council find something to hold over everyone, like they did us?"

"I don't think it's going to happen to everyone. I mean, think about it. They want to improve the genetics, right? By doing that they inject us with something, I don't think it matters who gets who pregnant. If it does, why you and me?" I asked, letting her go and walking to land on the couch, holding my head in my hands. A headache was beginning to set in.

"Exactly, why us? Why did they even need an arranged marriage? They could have injected any already married couple with the serum, but they chose to blackmail us into getting married and implanting a baby using our genetics. They must have come up with some sort of…I don't even know what to call it. Some sort of genetic testing to see who would make the best match. It doesn't matter where we're from, who our parents are or what we do for a living, all that matters is what runs through our veins and what that could produce." Clarke thought aloud, sitting next to me. She was a lot smarter than I originally gave her credit for, I knew she was smart but she was showing just how big that brain of hers really was.

"Okay than, we're a good genetic match. I won't deny that because it didn't take me all that long to fall for you, to see you as more than a privileged adolescent." I smiled at her. "I actually have a surprise for you, I was saving it for your birthday or something, but this causes for celebration." I stood and went to my drawers, pulling out a stash of art supplies.

"Bellamy!" Clarke exclaimed, I wasn't sure if she was scolding me or not, it was too early to tell.

"How'd you get all this?" She asked in amazement.

"I need Nygel to think I'm on board with everything, so I take the things she offers me, a lot of which is art supplies for you." I shrugged. There wasn't much to being a corrupt guard, all I had to do was cover Nygel during times I was on shift and she was making illegal exchanges. I knew that there'd be more eventually, hopefully though, I'd never have to threaten anyone like Dax did. I can't say I was disappointed when I found out he was in the Skybox because of what happened with Clarke, Nygel says that his review on his eighteenth birthday will go well and he'll be reinstated as a guard.

"So she just gives you this stuff?" She asked, completely shocked.

"To the guards who protect her, yes. Anyone else, no. You have to trade something you already have for something you want. Sometimes, if you don't have much to offer, Nygel will take what she calls an 'i.o.u' and when the time comes, you have do her a favour. Most of the time the favour is illegal and people get busted, but Nygel is always in the clear because of us. We have to remain outstanding citizens so our credibility doesn't get damaged, if it does, our word doesn't mean as much. It's all complicated and confusing and I hate it but it's not as bad as I thought it would be. Instead of committing a million illegal acts, all I do is turn a blind eye."

"Thank you." She leaned up and kissed my cheek, I could tell there was more on her mind but I didn't press it. She'd tell me if she wanted to. We never reached a resolution about her staying quiet in regards to the baby thing, but when I reached my post over an hour late, Nygel was waiting for me.

"Dr Griffin said there was some sort of medical emergency with your wife, she told the lieutenant that you'd be late to your shift. I do hope everything is okay." Nygel smiled sweetly.

"Everything will be, but I need to ask you a favour." I whispered, knowing very well that what I was doing was risky.

"Ahh, and so it begins. What can I do for you, Mr. Blake?" She was confident, no, she was more than confident, she was cocky and I absolutely hated that about her.

"I need you to get the other guards who you have control over to keep an eye on Clarke when they can. I'd do it myself but…well you know. You don't like us knowing who is on your side and who isn't, you keep it to a bare minimum." I stared at her intently.

"I can arrange that, although, I will need to know why."

"I can't tell you why." If Nygel found out, then so would everyone else and I was trying to prevent everyone from finding out that way it wouldn't come back onto Clarke or myself.

"If I don't know why, I can't prioritise it." Nygel argued.

"Fine, my wife is pregnant and her hormones have her acting crazy, paranoid even. I need an eye kept on her, so she doesn't do or say something that will get her floated." It wasn't the whole truth but I prayed that it would do.

"Well I believe a congratulations are in order, instead of me doing you a favour, consider this a gift to you both." Nygel smiled before swaying away. I could have sworn that woman was sick in the mind.