Chapter 4

It took another four trips to Mount Weather before they had everything they wanted. All the mattresses, some desks and shelves, books for entertainment and Bellamy wanted to surprise Clarke with beds from the med bay for her med bay.
"You know, that wouldn't have been such a bad place to live." Miller stated on sentry duty one afternoon. Bellamy just gave him a sour look in return. "You know, if they weren't planning to kill us all and the radiation wouldn't kill them so everyone could come and go as they pleased. I love the beds man, they're better than what we had on the Ark." Miller defended himself.
"I can see where you're coming from, but at lease this place is ours. We worked for this, we made this with our bare hands. This is something for us to be proud of." And Bellamy was, proud that is.

Clarke had been vomiting on and off since she arrived, it hit her mostly at night. Most of the time she claimed to Bellamy she had to pee but it was different tonight. She was freezing after releasing her stomach contents, some of the 100 were still up and sitting around the outside fire. She decided to join them to warm up and hope her stomach settled but she fell asleep and was found by Octavia.
"Bellamy?" She called quietly, opening his cabin door.
"What is it O?" He asked, tired but alert.
"Are you and Clarke fighting?"
"No, why?" It was than he noticed she wasn't in bed with him.
"She's asleep on the ground by the fire outside. I saw her when I was on my way back from getting some water."
"Okay thanks O. I'll go get her." He yawned and stretched before putting on a jumper and going outside to find Clarke.
"Goodnight big brother." Octavia smiled and disappeared into the night.
Bellamy found Clarke with ease. There she was, curled on her side around fire that was dying. Bending down to get a closer look at her face, he noticed dried vomit on her lip and cheek and that's when it hit him. There was something wrong with Clarke, and it was in the medical file she didn't want him to see. No doubt she threw it in a fire by now, but that's probably why she was so close with Lincoln; because he knew what was wrong.
Gently scooping her up in his arms, he carried her back to the bed. "Great father…" She mumbled in her sleep as he tucked the blankets around her. The ones they'd taken from Mount Weather had provided the comfort they loved so much but the animal skin ones provided the warmth the needed so put them together and everyone slept comfortably.
"What?" Bellamy asked, thinking she was awake but she didn't reply after that. He wiped her face with a damp cloth he warmed by the fire before he climbed back into the bed and curled around her body. His hand ran along her waist and somehow, since the week she'd been back, it felt as if it had somewhat grown.

"Clarke, I think it's time you talk to Bellamy." Finn said a week later during the day. He'd cut his hand helping build another cabin so he went to Clarke at the med bay.
"I just need a few more days." She replied as she washed the cut with water.
"Clarke, you're showing. Even with the looser clothes from Mount Weather, it's visible and he's going to be hurt if he figures it out before you tell him." Finn said exactly what Lincoln had told her two weeks ago.
"Okay. I'll tell him tonight."
"Actually, I think once you clear me, you should talk to him while things are quiet."
"Maybe you're right. I was thinking though, if you'd like to join me here in the med bay. Learning how to help people. I can't do it by myself all the time. I was thinking maybe you and Harper might be interested." Clarke offered hopefully.
"That would be great. Bellamy put me in with the hunters because I'm good at tracking so when I'm not in the field I can be here. This way, if someone gets hurt out there I might know what to do apart from rush them back here to you." Finn laughed.
"Thank you. You're all good to know." She finished wrapping his hand and stepped back.
"I'm going to send Bellamy to you Clarke. It needs to be done."

Clarke wasn't ready, she wasn't ready to tell Bellamy he was going to be a father. She didn't even know what they were. There'd been amble opportunity to move her to her own cabin but neither of them made a move to change their arrangements. They enjoyed one another's company, Clarke loved how he held her at night. He didn't slide across until he thought she was asleep though. He was the big tough leader, but he was so sweet and considerate. He was everything to her. She realized at that exact moment that she loved him, that she'd loved him for a while. He was the last thing she thought of before falling asleep and the first thing she thought of when she woke up. Her mind often wondered what he was doing during the day when they weren't together.

"Bellamy. Clarke needs to see you in the med bay." Finn met Bellamy at his post at the fence, he was meant to be on sentry duty.
"Is everything okay?" He asked, worry thick in his tone.
"You just need to go there okay?" Finn asked but it was more of a statement and left to go help the team that was building another cabin.
"Monroe, I'm needed at the med bay. You should be fine. We haven't had any trouble since the dropship. Radio if you need me."
"Copy that." Monroe replied. She was good at her job, she enjoyed being a guard.

"Clarke, is everything okay? Finn said you needed to see me?" Bellamy asked cautiously.
"I need to talk to you. I've put this off too long already and there's no easy way to tell you…" She trailed off. She was sitting on the office chair that President Wallace used in his office. Bellamy had grabbed it for her, thinking it might be useful in the med bay. He crouched down in front of her and took her hands in his.
"You can tell me anything Princess." He stated softly. That was the first time Clarke heard that nickname in such a soft and whole-hearted manner.
"I'm…I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father." She wasn't exactly crying but tears did fall from her eyes.
"I suspected you were. I didn't know it was mine though." He soothed, running his fingers through her hair.
"I guess I wasn't all that good at hiding it." She mumbled to herself.
"I notice the small things about you Clarke. At first I thought you were just well fed at Mount Weather, you looked good; healthy. But then you seemed to grow, slowly but I noticed. You snuck out to vomit. I found you around the fire one night and there was dry vomit on your face. When I carried you back to bed you mumbled the words 'great father' and that's when I pieced it together. The cribs Lincoln thought were a good idea to get from Mount Weather, your size changing, your vomiting, you not wanting me to see your medical file. I know you Clarke." Bellamy pulled her into his arms. "There's something I need to tell you too Clarke." He whispered against her ear.
"What's that?" She wiped her eyes and looked up at him.
"I'm in love with you and I think I have been for a while." It was one of the hardest things he has ever had to say but it was something he would never regret.
"That's good because I'm in love with you too. Which is good because we're having a baby together Bel." Clarke smiled, feeling the weight lift off her shoulders.
"How far along are you? It happened not long before the attack at the dropship…" He was trying to count back.
"I'm four months…and I have a photo if you want to see. It was in the medical file from the mountain, it was the only thing I kept. It's under my side of the mattress." She blushed, feeling silly for some reason, like the whole conversation, the whole idea of the conversation was ridiculous.
"Do we know if it's a boy or girl?"
"No, it's a surprise." She smiled.
Without any warning Bellamy picked her up and spun he around, planting his lips on hers when she was back on her feet. "We're having a baby Clarke. You're making me a father." He was happy. He was so incredibly happy. "Clarke. I just realized that this will be the first Sky baby born on Earth. This baby is making history." If Bellamy wasn't happy before, he certainly was now.
"You're right. We have no idea how to handle a birth down here. There's no experience. This is not just one, but two lives at risk." A part of Clarke was thrilled but the terrified part was taking priority.
"I helped my mum deliver Octavia. I have experience. Women have been doing this from the beginning of time, before the Ark, before hospitals and technology. The Grounders have been doing it all these years so I believe that everything is going to be perfectly fine."
"How do we tell the others? Do we just let them figure it out on their own or do we tell them?"
"I think we tell a few and let it spread, but we tell Octavia first."

"O, come here!" Bellamy called after dinner.
"What's up?" She asked nonchalantly.
"I know what's been going on between Clarke and Lincoln." He began.
"Really? What is it? Tell me!" She was speaking faster than Bellamy could catch up.
"Clarke's pregnant. Lincoln has been looking out for her, helping her, until she told me." Bellamy smiled a smile that told her it was his baby.
"I'm going to be an aunt?" She nearly squealed.
"You're going to be the first aunt in a century. You're going to be the aunt to the first Sky baby born on Earth." At that, she couldn't contain her squeal, she let it rip, jumping up and down as she hugged her big brother before running off to squeal at Clarke.
"Hey Clarke…" She trailed off mischievously.
"Octavia." Clarke replied, eying her suspiciously. "I'm guessing Bellamy told you."
"Yeah he did and I couldn't be happier for you and Bellamy. We might need to build a bigger cabin for you guys now though. It's big enough for two but two plus a baby might be pushing it."
"You might be right but that's not a priority right now. We still have months."
The girls chatted for a while before Clarke yawned, ready for bed. "I'm sorry, you must be exhausted. Growing my niece or nephew must be tiring."
"Hey Clarke, are you ready to go to bed?" Bellamy asked as he approached. His timing was always impeccable.
"Yeah I was just getting ready to go. Don't you have sentry duty tonight?"
"I did have but I've changed shifts because there's no way I want you alone." He smiled and his intentions were sincere and even though she didn't agree, she was too tired to argue.
Clarke stood and walked a few steps before turning to say goodnight to Octavia and that's when it hit her. A sudden wave of nausea and dizziness. She projectile vomited on the spot before collapsing, Bellamy catching her just enough that she didn't hit the ground with as much force. He threw his body under hers to soften the blow.

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