Chapter 12
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Author's note: Careful guys, this chapter gets 'raunchy' as they finally celebrate their marriage! If you don't want to read it, it shouldn't be too hard to skip over.
Bellamy point of view.
"Hey, you're home." Clarke jumped when I arrived inside.
"Yeah, I mean, am I not supposed to be?" I smirked at her. This was my life, it wasn't bad by any means, but it's just not what I imagined for myself. I never thought I'd have a wife let alone a kid.
"No, you are. I just…I lost track of time." She defended, her cheeks red.
"How are you feeling?" I couldn't tear my eyes away from her stomach.
"Um, better. A lot better actually." She fidgeted.
"You seem, nervous Princess, everything okay?" I asked, trying not to laugh. She looked embarrassed.
"Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine." Her posture and attitude nearly completely changed. I felt like we'd taken a thousand steps backwards, back to our first night together. Then I remembered the whole 'I love you' thing that happened and I was ready to bang my head against the metal wall. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Um, Clarke." I began, clearing my throat. I had no idea how to proceed. "Listen, about what I said earlier—"
"Don't." She interrupted. "We're married, we live together, we were bound to fall for each other at some point. I don't know about you, but I'd prefer to be married and in love than be in a marriage that we were in a few months ago. If that's not how you feel, I won't hold it against you and I won't hate you." She argued, ready for me to tell her that it was something I said in the heat of the moment.
"Clarke, I, I'm not good at this type of thing, but I don't regret what I said. I regret how I said it, but it's the truth. I'm glad you feel the same way too." I smiled at her, my hands resting on her hips.
"I was thinking about what you said, about my having to stay quiet so I don't get floated." She began, her vibrant blue eyes staring into my soul. "I wouldn't get floated. I think I'd get put into solitary lockup until I gave birth, they'd take the baby and then float me and no child deserves that so you don't have to worry about me doing anything crazy."
"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that." I breathed, feeling the weight lift off my chest. I didn't know until that moment how worried, how scared I was that she'd do something stupid. She smiled at me before disappearing into the bathroom and I couldn't help myself, it was like I was in a trance. The sketchbook was sitting on the table and I was drawn to it, I didn't mean to snoop but I found myself opening the cover before I could stop myself. On the very first page was a drawing of what looked like, me.
"Oh, that's not finished." Clarke cleared her throat awkwardly.
"It's amazing. I knew you liked to draw but I had no idea how good you were." I was completely astonished by my discovery. "I didn't mean to pry, I was just curious is all." I was suddenly embarrassed, stepping away from the book as though it might explode at any given time.
"It's okay, I don't mind." Clarke smiled reassuringly.
We settled down on the lounge, watching a movie. We began next to each other as usual, but after a few minutes of silence, Clarke leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. "I think you've reached a new record, Princess." I chuckled quietly to myself.
"A new record of what?" She replied, surprising me.
"Sorry, usually when your head hits my shoulder you've fallen asleep." I filled her in.
"Do I do that often?"
"Only…every night." I laughed. "But I don't mind, my mother slept a lot in the early stages of her pregnancy too, apparently beginning to grow a child is exhausting." I smiled down at her, my smirk reaching my eyes.
"I did wonder why I was so tired." She mused. "I still don't know how to process the news."
"It'll probably just take some time to get used to the idea. Maybe when you're showing and it all seems a lot more real."
"Or maybe it's because I had no say in the matter. I'm the pregnant virgin." She began to laugh. "I'm like Mary from the bible, I'm the pregnant virgin. I wonder if our son will be praised too for years to come." She was turning hysterical.
"Well, he will be the first genetically enhanced person so maybe." I tried to sound light, careless and even though what she said was funny, I could tell she was beginning to panic again.
"Bel…" Clarke trailed off. I glanced down at her to see her biting her bottom lip nervously. I didn't have time to reply, she'd reached up and pressed her lips to mine. "You know…we never celebrated getting married." She whispered, hiding her face in my chest.
"Well, we'd better fix that, and the whole 'pregnant virgin' thing." I laughed, picking her up in my arms before laying her on the—our—bed. I pressed my lips to hers, my hand running up her shirt. She pulled mine over my head, quickly discarding it on the floor by the bed. I returned the favour, taking her bra at the same time. I didn't want to rush this, I wanted to take it slow, but she had other ideas. Her fingers fumbled around the waistband of my pants, fiddling with the top button and zipper. I let her slide them down and I removed them when she couldn't reach any further. Before I had the chance to do it myself, she had already unzipped and was taking her pants off, leaving her completely naked. "Slow down. There's no rush." I whispered as I bit her earlobe.
"I just want to get this over with." She panted, obviously wanting more but her words made things not feel right.
"I'm not a 'get it over with' kind of guy. It's your first time, I want you to make you feel as good as I can. I'm not going to rush it." I was pulling away, not wanting her to lose her virginity like this.
"Okay. Okay, I trust you." She pulled me back, wrapping her legs around my waist. "I'm just nervous." She replied, not daring to meet my eyes.
I pressed my lips back to hers, trailing kissing along her jaw, down her neck and all the way to her bare breasts. She was squirming beneath me as I sucked, squeezed and nibbled at her. Her breathing was uneven and stilled as I made my way down further. "Just tell me if you're not comfortable with something," I mumbled against her stomach before I continued down.
"Bellamy, I want…" Clarke breathed, unable to lie still while I pleasured her with my mouth. "More." She finished. I bit her inner thigh, making my way back up to her mouth. I positioned myself at her entrance, stilling before going any further.
"Tell me if it hurts too much," I whispered, staring intently into her desperate blue eyes. She nodded impatiently and every so slowly I began entering her. She winced in pain so I stopped, pressing my lips to hers. The more she relaxed, the easier it would be for her. I nibbled her neck and at her ear and I could feel her relax beneath me. I kept my mouth working as I eased my way in further. Her nails began digging into my bag, making it harder for me to control myself. "Are you okay?" I asked as I reached the end.
"Yes." She breathed, her eyes closed. I began moving slowly, trying my hardest not to hurt her. After a few minutes, she relaxed again, which I took as my cue to speed things up.