A/N Fluffy domestic parent Bellarke. As always nothing is mine. Enjoy :)

Not so much a prompt but based off a tumblr post: 'Which half of your OTP gives their kid a cookie after the other says no.'

As Clarke hung the washing out in the back yard, she heard an almighty crash from inside the house. Rushing inside she found a chair pushed up against the kitchen counter, and on said counter stood her oldest daughter with a surprised look on her freckled face. The cookie jar held tightly in her hands.

The jar of spaghetti sauce that Clarke had left out to make dinner, was now all over the floor along with a box of crackers. The lid had came off and broken bits were strewn in the red mess.

Clarke avoided the mess and headed to her daughter. "What're you doing up there, Rory?" she asked the six year old.

Aurora pouted at her mother making Clarke think she was very much her father's daughter. "We wanted cookies," she replied as Clarke took the cookie jar and put it down before scooping her into a hug and holding her close.

Rolling her eyes, Clarke was glad Aurora was okay. "No cookies until after dinner," Clarke muttered as she ran a hand through her brown curls as Aurora buried her face into Clarke's shoulder. "I told you that earlier, baby."

"I know, but they taste real good," Aurora replied making Clarke smile, she certainly had a sweet tooth like her father.

"Cookies after dinner," Clarke announced as she set her daughter on her feet. "Keep the others out of here for me, Rory, whilst mommy cleans up."

"Can we watch Frozen?" her six year old asked hesitantly.

The second Clarke nodded, Aurora's face lit up. With that she skipped off yelling to her siblings she was going to watch Frozen. Chuckling to herself Clarke knew she wouldn't be getting the song 'Let It Go' out of her head for at least a week. When Aurora and Paisley watched the film once, they wanted to see it again and again and again. Gus, however wasn't as a big of a fan as his sisters.

Technically Clarke had Octavia to blame for this, for she had been the one to suggest taking the three of them to see the movie when it had come out to be a 'fun auntie'. O had dragged Raven along who wanted to get in on becoming their 'favourite auntie' as well. Clarke still had screen shotted the snap-chats from both Raven (who hated it) and Octavia (who loved it more than half the kids there according to Raven).

With time to herself, Clarke set about cleaning up the mess after firing off a text to Bellamy to stop by the store. It didn't take her long and she soon joined Aurora, Augustus and Paisley on the couch.

(*)

"Daddyyyyy," Aurora sang as she climbed up onto the couch beside him.

"Yes, Rory?" he replied as he turned his attention to his daughter, finding her bright blue eyes so much like her mothers looking back at him. He had been home at least an hour and according to Clarke, just in time for the three time watching Elsa and Anna and his personal favourite Olaf, not that he'd admit to anyone but his kids.

"Can we have cookies, please," she asked innocently turning her attention away from the snow and ice storm on the TV, as her younger sister came over too.

"Pleaseeee, daddy," Paisley begged as she came over from the puzzle she had been doing and scrambled up onto his lap.

"If they get cookies, can I?" asked Augustus, his only son, turning his attention from the football game, Bellamy had been watching to look at his father.

Bellamy thought about it. "That depends," he mused as he looked back to Paisley. "Did mommy say no?"

Paisley nodded, her little blonde bunches bobbing away. "Rory got caught," she whispered before covering her mouth with her hands like it was such a big secret, as Bellamy chuckled.

He knew all about the cookie incident that had happened shortly before he got home as his wife had called him to pick up more spaghetti sauce. It was then Paisley reminded him so very much of his own sister; Octavia. Whilst the twins were like him and Clarke, Paisley was certainly like her aunt but with Clarke's blonde hair.

"Who wants cookies?" Bellamy asked as the three little Blakes cheered. Pressing a finger to his lips Bellamy shushed them so not to get caught. "Daddy'll get you cookies," he whispered.

Paisley threw her arms around his neck as she hugged him tight. "Yay!" she replied in a hushed voice.

Bellamy had no idea how to since Clarke was in the kitchen making dinner but having lived with Miller when they were in their early twenties, he had picked up a thing or two about being sneaky.

(*)

"Bellamy Blake, have you been sneaking cookies out"? Clarke called outraged at her husband as she held up the box that should have had fifteen cookies in it, but now only had ten.

Bellamy walked over, a smug grin on his face. "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. You sure Octavia didn't stop by and eat them, you know she eats anything edible these days."

Raising her eyebrows at him, Clarke sighed but she couldn't help but smile. "First; your sister is eight months pregnant, she's allowed too. Second; they were for after dinner, not before."

"I'm sure there's ice-cream in the freezer to keep them happy," Bellamy mused as he got closer to the blonde, almost trapping her with his body and the kitchen counter. He gave Clarke a swift kiss on the lips as their children laughed from where they were sat at the dinner table, each with a partly orange face.

"Ewww," Paisley complained as she crinkled her face in disgust.

Bellamy walked over to pick up their empty plates, planting a kiss on the top of her head making her giggle. "Love you too, Pais," he told her as Clarke came over and wiped her face clean with a wet wipe as she squirmed in her seat.

Kissing both Rory and Gus' heads as he gathered their plates, he took them over to the sink and filled it with bubbles to wash up.

"Give daddy a star," Gus piped up as he pointed at the star chart stuck on the fridge.

Clarke laughed. It had somewhat become a habit for Gus or the girls to want to give Bellamy a star when he did a 'chore'. They got gold stars for tidying up or making their bed and what had been a joke one day about him not getting one, the kids had picked up on it and now he got them too. An extra column labelled 'daddy' had been stuck up under theirs.

"I don't know if he deserves one," Clarke mused, trying (and failing) to hide her smile. "What with eating the cookies."

"Pleaseeeee," Bellamy added doing a very good impression of their son.

"If you clean up then yes. You think that's fair?" she asked the twins since Paisley was more interested in her stuffed pony, that she took everywhere.

With them nodding in agreement before they went off to play, Clarke caught her husbands eye and he winked at her. Having checked the kids were occupied Clarke took care of drying duty as Bellamy washed up.

"Maybe you'll let me in your cookie jar later," Bellamy murmured in Clarke's ear sending a shiver down her spine, as their arms brushed.

Feeling her face heat up, Clarke playfully hit his chest. "Depends how good you've been, Mr Blake," she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. "Maybe you'll earn a gold star that way."

"Oh I plan too," Bellamy replied splashing her with the soapy water.

Putting down the tea towel she had been using, Clarke cupped her hands and filled them with water. "Now you're wet too," she stated with amusement in her tone as she looked at the wet patch on his shirt.

Taking hold of her wet hands, Bellamy pulled her close and kissed her forehead. In retaliation, Clarke stood on her tip-toes to kiss him back but this time on the lips. The sounds of their three amazing children giggling in the living room is what brought them out of their little bubble.

"I love you, Mrs Blake," Bellamy confessed his hot breath tickling her ear.

"I love you too, Mr Blake," Clarke replied kissing him again. "No feeding them cookies before dinner again though," she added which ruined the moment causing Bellamy to laugh.

He smiled at wife as she walked away to find the sources of the giggling.

A/N IDK but I have this idea about how they got their names, specifically Rory and Gus so there may be a follow up, prequel to this of sorts (eventually). Send me a prompt maybe :)