Chapter 9

"Bellamy!" Clarke called from across the dining fire. They all ate dinner around a blazing fire instead of a table.
"What's wrong Clarke?" Octavia and Raven asked simultaneously.
"I need Bellamy. I need Bellamy right now." Clarke ordered, she'd dropped her deep green metal bowl wand was holding her stomach.
"I'll go find him." Raven offered, leaving Octavia with Clarke.
"Are you…you know?" Octavia asked, trying to keep herself calm.
"Yes, she is." Lincoln answered for Clarke. He had approached them and seemed to know instantly.
"How do you know?" O asked accusingly.
"Her water broke. Either that or she's peed her pants, as you would say and I highly doubt that. I'll get her to the med bay, you find your brother." Lincoln ordered gently. Octavia followed his instructions and sped off after Raven.
"Let's get you to the med bay." He cooed to Clarke, holding onto her as they slowly made their way over. She had to pause three times with contractions. "It appears as though you may have been in labour for a while, either that or it's going to be a very quick process for you." Lincoln observed.

Bellamy Point Of View

"Bellamy!" My name echoed through the night air. "Bellamy!" A dark-haired and naturally tanned skinned Raven called out.
"What is it?" I called back, running to close the distance between us.
"Clarke needs you. I think it's time." Raven breathed, a huge smile spread across her face.
"Bel, you gotta get to the med bay." Octavia shouted, joined the duo. "Lincoln has taken her to the med bay." O was excited too but I was frozen. I was frozen in place, holding onto my bowl of stew, my eyes stuck staring at nothing. I noticed Raven taking the bowl from my hands. "Bellamy!" Octavia shouted, snapping me out of my daze. "Let's go. It's time to meet your baby." She softened, pulling me along as she ran towards the med bay.

We walked into a screaming Clarke. Lincoln was holding her hand and Harper had set her up the way a few pictures had demonstrated in some of the books.
"Hey, Princess. You ready for this?" I asked, taking over for Lincoln.
"I'm ready to meet the little guy but I actually want you down there. You helped deliver Octavia, I want you down there to catch him, Bellamy." She pleaded. She had a feeling our baby was going to be a boy, I had a feeling it was going to be a girl.

The med bay was freezing, the fire was barely lit and I didn't want a baby being born into that kind of temperature. "Lincoln." I called, but it appeared as though he was already on the fire situation. He was entering the cabin with wood when I called for him. "Never mind." I said, turning back to Clarke. Another contraction had hit her and she was doing her best not to scream. I knew her cervix had to dilate ten centimetres before she could push the baby out, but I had no idea how I was meant to tell when she was ready.

It had been nearly two hours, the cabin had grown to be toasty warm but Clarke was exhausted. "I feel the need to push." She grunted, leaning on her elbows. I checked between her legs and it appeared as though she may have dilated enough. I prayed that she had otherwise there would be tearing and that would be bad.
"Okay Princess, when the next contraction hits, I want you to push." I instructed. "Harper, I need more light over here." I called. She'd been standing around, warming water by the fire with blankets. It didn't take her long to provide me with another lantern.
My eyes were fixated on Clarke's nether region when she screamed and tensed, obviously pushing. This continued for the next half an hour until I finally saw something. "I see her." I called, encouraging Clarke to keep pushing. "Her head is out." I smiled and spoke quietly. My hands were between Clarke, holding our baby's head until her shoulders slid out. I used my forearms to support her head so I could gently pull the rest of her out. As I did, I learned very quickly that a mother knew best. "It's a boy." I cried, tearing melting my face. Harper rushed over with the water, cloths and blanket. We worked together to clean him up before I tied off and cut the umbilical cord. Clarke was waiting impatiently, but I worked as quickly as I could before placing him on her chest.
"It's a he?" O asked, quietly entering the Cabin. She had been waiting outside with Lincoln, not wanting to intrude.
"Yeah, you have a nephew O." I smiled, wrapping my arms around her.
"Bellamy, what's happening?" Clarke asked, sounding worried. I glanced over to see that there was nothing happening with our baby, he was breathing gently against her so I checked between her legs. "I think the placenta is coming out. Hold on." I gently took our baby boy from her arms to hand him to his aunt. "Keep him warm." I instructed Octavia before going back to my spot at the bottom of the med bed. "You'll have to push some more but it shouldn't hurt much. It should just be uncomfortable." I informed Clarke. I was positive that she already knew all this, she read the same things I did but it was possible for her to forget all that information when she was going through it. The birth of our baby was amazing in a weirdly gross kind of way, the birth of the placenta was just gross. I could skin an animal without so much as batting an eye, but this, this made my stomach knot and my breathing hitch. "Hang on a minute." I'd never seen a placenta come out before, but what I was seeing looking more like the birth of our baby boy than what a placenta was supposed to look like.
"Bellamy. It hurts! What's going on?" Clarke screaming, I could see her body tensing, she was resisting the urge to push.
"Clarke, don't stop pushing." I ordered. I couldn't form the words to tell her what I saw. That was all I could manage.
"Bel, I can't." She cried. I looked up and saw the tears falling from her face.
"Oh, give him to Lincoln or Harper. I need you to be up there with Clarke. Keep her pushing." I ordered. Her and Lincoln hadn't gone back outside. They sat together around the fire, not wanting the baby to get cold.
Octavia flicked her hair from around her shoulders before carefully handing him to Lincoln to hold. It was a strange sight, the big bad Grounder with a tiny baby in his arms. Not just the sight of it, but the look in his eyes…the big bad Grounder had a heart after not, and not just a soft spot for my sister.

I could hear Octavia encouraging Clarke to push but my main priority was what was happening in front of me. There was another head. My mind was working on overdrive. "Harper, get the blankets and water ready." I ordered, not even glancing at her. The second baby was crowning, it's decent was happening a lot slower and Clarke's pushes were becoming weaker. "Princess, I need one more really big push, okay?" I rubbed her calves encouragingly before moving back to my previous position. It worked, the baby was out enough that I could assist by pulling it out. "It looks like a father knows best too, Princess. We have a daughter as well." I cried. It was precious when my son was born, but now I had a daughter too.

It was the same as before. Harper and I rushed to clean her up and cut the cord so I could get her to her mother. "Bel, we have two." She breathed, obviously exhausted. "Why isn't she crying?" She asked. I hadn't realised that our baby girl didn't cry like her brother did. Clarke sat up, wincing in pain as she did so. She rubbed the back of our baby quickly, roughly, patting it here and there. After a few seconds that felt like literally forever, a small cry began. Everyone in the room let their breath go, I hadn't even realised I was holding mine. "That's better." Clarke said and leaned back against the bed.
"Okay, so I'm the first aunt to the first Sky baby born on Earth and the first aunt to the first set of twins born in over a century." Octavia reeled. All I could think was that now wasn't the time. Clarke groaned.
"Okay O. Take her and enjoy your responsibility as an aunt while we get the placenta out." I kissed the top of her head and helped Clarke hand our daughter over.

"What are their names?" Octavia whispered. Clarke was resting and we were trying to be careful not to wake her.
"Um…" I wanted to answer her but I had no idea. We hadn't picked out any names. We thought that when we saw them we'd know, that it would just come to us…but it didn't.
"You haven't named them yet?" O exclaimed, too loudly.
"Bellamy and Aurora." Clarke croaked, sitting up.
"What?" I asked, rushing to her side. Octavia was holding our son, and I our daughter.
"I want to name him Bellamy after his father who is a fierce leader and warrior…who is a legend. I want to name our daughter after her father's mother, Aurora. Without her, there'd be no Bellamy, without Bellamy we'd probably all be dead." Clarke said, reaching out for one of her babies.
"We can't name him Bellamy. He'd be Bellamy Junior. He'd be BJ, Clarke." I was lost for words but one thing I didn't want was our son named after me, his nickname would remind everyone of oral sex. BJ. "I want to name him Jake, after the father who conceived the woman who helped me lead and keep everyone alive." I argued softly.
"That's actually really nice. I think my dad would like that." Clarke smiled, kissing our daughters head. "So we have Jake and Aurora." She laughed. "It's nearly like we have our parents back with us."
"I think that they would be so proud of what we've accomplished. I remember when I thought my mother would be ashamed of the man I'd become and it was you who showed me that she'd be proud…and I am so proud of you Princess."
"We're going to need another crib." She frowned as Aurora began to fuss.
"Lincoln is already on it." O chimed in. She was good at being quiet and forgotten about, letting others have their moment, something she learned by living under the floors. Jake had begun to fuss as well, she was standing up and rocking him ever so gently.
They're hungry, I thought. It would have been hard work coming into the world, they deserved to eat. "Bel, can you help me?" Clarke blushed, she was trying to position Aurora under her shirt so she could feed her but it turned out to be a larger struggle than she thought.