Chapter 7

Bellamy Point of View

Five months down. Four to go. Clarke was sporting a baby bump that I couldn't help but love. Her blood pressure had remained under control and our compromise had worked for the past two weeks. I'd given Harper a radio so she could signal me if Clarke was going downhill, of course, Clarke wasn't aware of that and hopefully, it would stay that way. I'd been working on a surprise for the past two weeks with many others. It was a team effort but it was something that we'd both need at some stage.
Monty had assembled a group of farmers, they were using crop from Mount Weather to create our own produce, it'd take some time for anything to come of it but in the long run, the hard work would be worth it. Until then, Lincoln had been making dinner for everyone at night, it had mostly been soup which I thought would be bland but whatever he was putting in them…well, it was incredible. At the moment, Lincoln was apart of everything, he was a hunter, chef, builder…he was a jack-of-all-trades.

Tonight's dinner was much the same as every other night lately, some soup or stew…they were too similar for me to tell apart.
"How's she doing in there?" I asked that night in bed, my fingers were running circles around her bare belly.
"We don't know if it is going to be a she." Clarke stated, rolling her eyes at my terminology.
"So, I'll vary between he and she, I don't like referring to our baby as 'it'. I feel like I'm talking about a something not human and our baby deserves better than that." I smiled, resting my hand on the beak of her stomach.
"Okay, fair enough." She smiled up at me, and it wasn't a normal smile. There was a hidden meaning behind it…something I couldn't place my finger on.
Suddenly, her lips were on mine and we were kissing for the first time since she'd returned, I mean, we were really kissing. We'd kissed before now but not like this. This kind of kiss lead to other things…like the conception of our child.
"Clarke." I whispered, pulling away. She had no idea how much I wanted her but…was sex and pregnancy even safe?
"Bellamy, please. I want you. No, I need you." She whispered, her tone sounding oh so seductive. "It's safe. Trust me, it's safe. It's normal as well. You've let me succumb to the rest of my hormonal tendencies, why not this one?" She pouted, resting her head between my neck and shoulder.
I couldn't reply, all I could do was react. I took her face in my hands and kissed her gently. If we were going to do this, I wasn't going to just have sex with her, I was going to make love to her.
Slowly, but purposefully, I removed her clothes and covered every inch of her body with kisses. She was gorgeous and I was the luckiest man in the universe. I thought of being the luckiest man on Earth, but then I thought about all the people on the Ark still in space and I was luckier than anyone there as well.
"I love you." I whispered, staring into Clarke's eyes before continuing. I didn't wait for a response before allowing our nether-regions to join together.

"Thank you." Clarke kissed my cheek when we were finished. We were laying on our bed, wrapped in a blanket. The fire was burning bright, providing us with too much warmth.
"If that's what I have to do to keep you happy, to keep your hormones happy, I will happily oblige." I laughed. She had thanked me in a way that was like what I had just done was a chore.
"It didn't freak you out too much? Seeing my belly and knowing what's in there?"
"It did at first, I didn't want to be going near our child in that way but I realised it was stupid of me to think like that. I mean, the baby is much higher up than I or anything I produce, can reach…right?"
"Exactly, and by the way, we love you too." Clarke smiled up at me. She was referring to when I told her I loved her right before things heated up too much. My hand was resting on her stomach, cupping it when I felt a kick. "Did you feel that?" Clarke exclaimed loudly, not wanting to move.I couldn't bring myself to reply, my smile was too large and too powerful, there was no reducing it enough to get words through. Instead, I rubbed her belly where the kick had come from and I rubbed the rest of it. There was another one, but lower. They were small but they were easy to feel.
"How does it feel for you?" I asked her, for me it felt like someone was gently tapping my hand.
"It's unexplainable. Incredible though."

That's how things went for the next two months. Every night, sometimes twice, and nearly every morning. She still vomited from time to time, but for the majority of the two months that had passed, everything had been working well.
Anya had stayed true to her word, there was no threat from the Grounders since Clarke freed them all from Mount Weather. In fact, they had officially named us 'Skaikru, the thirteenth clan', which for us, was great. Our only true threat was the Reapers…and maybe the Ark.
Raven had been working with Sin Claire about landing the entire Ark down here, they were running out of air. It was possible to land the Ark, but on the trip down, every station would break apart to its original form and there was no guarantee which station would survive...if any. They only knew that if they didn't try, they were going to die anyway so they may as well die trying to live. But that was their project to work on. I, on the other hand, had just finished it mine, with the help of the construction crew.
Octavia was helping me make the final touches. "She's going to love it, big brother." O calmed, I assumed she could feel the tension rolling off my shoulders. I had been stressing about Clarke not liking it since the reality of it set in.

"Bellamy, can you hear me?" Harpers' voice sounded through my radio. Octavia and I both froze.
"Yeah, is everything okay?" I was worried, Harper only radioed when Clarke was looking for me and usually she started with 'Bellamy, Clarke is looking for you' but this was different. O could hear it in her voice too. I knew there's been an incident with the hunting party but there was nothing I could do to help. I wasn't a medic.
"Clarke isn't looking too good. She's pale, she said her back is hurting but she's at the desk reading up on labour stuff. It might be nothing but I just thought you should know."
"Thanks for telling me, I'll be right up."
"I'm coming with you." Octavia demanded.
"O, I need you to finish setting this up. It might be suspicious if you tag along, it's not if it's just me. I make regular check-ups on her. We can't risk her finding out I convinced Harper to keep me informed. She'll feel betrayed." I reasoned.
"Okay. I'll finish up here. You go and make sure she's okay but keep me informed."

I was walking to the med bay, faster than average but not fast enough to draw attention. Clarke didn't know this, but I read everything I could about pregnancy after what happened the day she told me. I wanted to know about blood pressure and labour and what I should expect. The only way for me to learn what I should expect from her is by reading what she should expect. I remembered bits and pieces about my mother's pregnancy with Octavia and I remembered helping deliver her, but I wanted to know as much information as possible. Clarke wasn't my mother, she was my partner and she was the mother of my child and she deserved the best…they both did. Backaches were a sign of labour and even though she was only seven months, premature babies weren't uncommon and we had no idea how to the Earth atmosphere would affect the pregnancy.
"Clarke?" I called, announcing my presence as I entered the medical office.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She was surprised to see me which surprised me. I checked up on her at random times but on a regular basis so my showing up shouldn't have been surprising. Harper wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't looking too good. "Oh, right. Regular checkups." The look I shot her obviously answered her own question. "Well, I'm sitting and resting. Do I pass your test?" I stayed quiet as I looked around. Miller, Murphey and Finn were all asleep and covered in bandages.
I knew that it had been a rough day for medical, but I had no idea that the hunting party were hurt so much. It was winter and there weren't many animals still around, but we were never going to refuse extra meat. There'd been a lot of people getting hurt today, slipping on ice, cutting themselves and burning themselves on fires. There was a sickness going around, a flu of some sorts. It was winter and Lincoln had assured us that it was fairly common in winter.
"No. You don't. You're pale. You don't look well." I kneeled down in front of her, scanning her eyes. "You're in pain. What's wrong?" I knew this woman, I knew her better than I knew myself.
"I think I've been having Braxton Hicks." She confessed, knowing that trying to play something off as nothing was a violation of our compromise.
"False labour pains. That means you aren't too far from giving birth. He could come any day now." I was worried, seven months was too early. I took her belly in my hands and rested my forehead against it. "Listen to me, we are so excited to meet you, we can't wait for you to come out but it's too early yet. You need to stay in there for a little while longer." I whispered to our unborn child. One of the books mentioned that they could hear through the womb, they could hear the voices of their parents and everything. I glanced up to see a shiny-eyed Clarke staring at me.
"You are going to make the best father." She cried.
"I'm going to do the best I can. Come on, let's get you to bed. This will be the perfect time to show you the surprise I've been working on for you. It's finally finished." I smiled.
"I wondered why I could never find you unless you wanted to be found. I swear you've had the whole village on the lookout; alerting you when I was looking for you." She joked and I pulled her up. "Ahh!" She grunted out in pain.
"What's wrong?" For some reason, one of my hands went out to the bottom of her stomach, trying to support it.
"It feels like my stomach drops when I change from sitting to standing and it hurts. That one a bit more than usual." She rubbed her belly and took a few calming breaths.
"Come on, I want you in bed now more than ever." I urged.

"Bellamy…this is amazing…" Clarke was lost for words.
"It wasn't just me. We have the entire construction crew and Octavia to thank." Since I'd learned about the pregnancy, we had come together to build a bigger cabin, but this was more of a home. It had three bedrooms and a lounge room. Some of the Guard had made a trip to Mount Weather to pick up some furniture things, like a couch and a bookshelf with more books. Books for Clarke and the baby. Art supplies for her and an art station in the spare room. Rugs and bowls. We had the best set up in the entire village. I was eager for everyone to have something similar, but for now, they said this was their gift to us. "This is our gift from everyone…but this one here is from Jasper." I showed her the rocking chair that he had nearly made. There was an old one that had been falling apart at Mount Weather, he salvaged the pieces and put it back together, adding his own flare to it.
"Who knew Jasper was so good with his hands?" Clarke was shocked, but she sat in the chair and rocked back and forth slowly. "It's comfortable…soothing." She sighed, leaning back and closing her eyes. "Ouch." Her eyes shot open and she cupped her stomach.
"What?" I asked, rushing to her side. This had become a regular habit. Most of the 'ouches' were from kicks but I could never keep myself calm enough to just ask. I always rushed to her, for fear that the one time I didn't, something would be wrong. She replied by placing my hands over her stomach, which had grown bigger than both of my hands.
"Wow, she's really kicking today." I laughed. There was nothing I loved more than feeling our child kick through her mother…or his mother.
"It's kicks are higher up than usual though." Clarke noticed, wincing in pain.
"His or hers." I corrected. I still hated referring to our baby as 'it'. "She's probably just beginning to get ready, beginning to move into position. I'm sure she's running out of room in there. I do want you in bed though." I pulled her off the chair slowly and the drop happened again, harder this time.
Clarke doubled over, breathing sharply. "I think it's a contraction." She said through gritted teeth, squeezing my hand. "A false one though." She breathed as she straightened up.

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