Hey babes! Back with a new chapter for ya! A little continuation of the last chapter, now from Bellamy's POV.

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*October 25, 2020*

Waking up the next morning, Bellamy breathes deeply as he rolls over onto his back and stretches. Sleeping on the floor isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but he always takes the floor whenever Clarke crashes in his room. There have been a few occasions over the years where she's tried to convince him to share the bed with her, but he doesn't want to risk his mom ever finding out about that. She's pretty relaxed about most things, but he knows where she draws the line.

Reaching out, he grabs his phone off its charger and checks the time, grateful that he doesn't have to go to work until later in the afternoon. Finding no new messages, he sets the device down next to him and pushes himself up so he's sitting, the blanket falling into his lap.

"Hey."

He looks up at Clarke sitting on his bed with her back against the wall and her knees pulled up to her chest. "Hey. How'd you sleep?" he asks and then lets out a yawn.

She shrugs. "As well as I could, all things considered. You?"

"Well, I slept on the floor…"

She nods. "Right. Uh...thanks, again, for letting me stay over."

He shakes his head as he stands. "You never need to thank me, Clarke. You know you're always welcome here no matter what time of day it is." He sits on the edge of the bed, leaving Clarke a little space in case she needs it. "So...do you want to talk now?" he asks carefully. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but you know I'm here for you. No judgment." He stays quiet as he waits for Clarke to speak, her eyes remaining focused on the comforter. All he wants to do is hold her and help her through everything. But he stays where he is and lets her lead the way things go.

"Um...I found out yesterday," she tells him in an almost whisper. She swallows. "I've been feeling kind of...off, I guess. It's been going on for the last week or so, and I was planning on going to see a doctor if it didn't let up, just in case I'd come down with something. But then I saw my tampons in the bathroom and remembered that Finn and I slept together at Josephine's party, and I didn't realize until I saw the tampons that my period was late for the first time ever, and it all just clicked into place."

His jaw clenches at the reminder of the party, and of seeing the two of them disappear down the hallway knowing exactly what they were going to be doing, but he breathes slowly and deeply to keep himself calm. He's never particularly liked Finn, and he didn't like seeing how territorial the other boy looked at the party when it came to Clarke. But he held his tongue, didn't say anything because he didn't want to upset Clarke.

Bellamy scoots himself up on the bed so he's sitting right next to Clarke with a bit of space still between them, his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him. "I take it from what you said last night, and the fact that you showed up here soaking wet and crying, that Finn didn't take the news very well."

Clarke shakes her head. "No. I used some pregnancy tests at the mini-mart and I took one with the results with me when I went to see him. He uh…" She trails off, her hands curling tightly around her knees.

Bellamy's brows furrow together. "Clarke?" He reaches out slowly to rest one of his hands over one of hers, giving it a small squeeze. "What did he do?"

She looks up at him with tears in her eyes. "He told me to get an abortion."

His entire body stiffens and his stomach drops. "He what?"

"He basically told me that he couldn't be with me anymore if I went through with this pregnancy. He was talking about how people are going to start treating me differently at school and that I'll be better off if I get rid of it. It felt like he was trying to get me to make the decision right then and there."

"I can't believe he would do that. He clearly doesn't know you well enough if he suggested you do something like that. I know we all tease you about being the 'Queen of Planning', but it's who you are. You always take your time to think things through, to figure out all your options when you're going to do something important or make a big decision. You would never be able to make that decision right there on the spot, especially with him pressuring you."

She smiles up at him. "You're amazing, Bellamy."

"You're pretty amazing yourself," he tells her, bumping her shoulder with his. "And no matter what anyone else might say, I know for a fact you're going to be a great mom if you decide to go through with this. Or, if you decide to wait until you're a little older, you're gonna be great at it then, too."

She tilts her head. "You think so?"

He nods. "I know so. I see how you are with O, and with the guys even though they're not exactly kids." He smiles softly, leaning down a little. "You're a natural."

She lets out a heavy sigh. "I hope you're right."

"I am," he tells her with a teasing smile, giving her hand another small squeeze. "Now, how about some breakfast? I'm sure O would love it if I made waffles this morning, and I'm sure she'd love it even more if you joined us."

She smiles. "Well, I do love your waffles."

He chuckles. "I know." He goes to stand from the bed when her hand around his wrist stops him. He sits back down and turns to look at her. She looks like she's going to cry again. "Hey, you okay?"

"You're not...you're not going to leave me too, right?" she asks quietly. "I already lost Finn because of this, and I know I'll get over it eventually, but I can't…I can't lose you too."

"Clarke," he says, letting out a soft breath and twisting their hands so he can give hers a gentle squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be with you every step of the way, whatever you decide to do. You're my best friend, and best friends are always there for each other, no matter the situation."

Clarke smiles. "I know. I just...I think I just needed to hear it."

"I get it. Now, are you hungry?"

She nods, breathing deeply. "Very."

"Good. Then let's go." He uses his hold on her hand to pull her up off the bed with him, both of them laughing quietly when Clarke accidentally stumbles into him, and then they make their way out of his room toward the stairs.

"So," Bellamy speaks up as they're walking down, "when do you plan on telling your mom and Marcus?"

Clarke freezes on the step behind him, their entwined hands tugging on his arm and making him stop. He turns around to look at her, frowning at the way her face has paled. "Clarke?"

She swallows. "I didn't...how...what do I…"

He reacts on instinct and pulls her into his arms, rubbing a hand up and down her back. "Hey, whoa, it's okay. I'm sorry I brought it up. We don't have to talk about that right now. Do you...do you maybe want to go wake Octavia up instead while I get the waffles started? I'm sure seeing you first thing in the morning will put her in a slightly better mood than she's usually in."

She simply nods against him.

"Okay." He keeps hugging her until she's ready to let go of him. She needs comfort so he's not going to cut the hug short just because he needs to pee before he starts breakfast.

Eventually, she pulls away, wipes at her eyes, and then turns around to walk back up the stairs. She turns down the hallway toward Octavia's room and disappears from his view.

Descending the rest of the stairs, Bellamy makes a quick stop in the bathroom to relieve himself and then continues into the kitchen. He tends to do most of the cooking in recent years since his mom is usually working, but she always makes it a point to have sit-down meals as a family as often as they can.

As soon as he steps foot in the kitchen, he starts pulling out the different ingredients and utensils he's going to need for the waffles, something he memorized fairly early on from making it so much because it's one of Octavia's favorite things to eat that he makes. She especially loves it when he lets her load her waffles up with whipped cream or fruits or whatever other crazy concoction she can come up with.

A faint squeal makes him chuckle.

"Was that Octavia?"

He turns at his mom's voice, smiling at her as she walks into the room. "Yeah. Clarke's here and woke her up."

His mom nods. "So that's who I heard you talking to on the stairs a few minutes ago."

He tosses her an apologetic smile. "Did we wake you?"

She waves him off as she sits down on one of the stools at the counter. "I was already up, just working on a couple of new projects. What's Clarke doing here so early on a Sunday?"

"She uh...she actually came over last night. She had a really bad argument with Finn and they broke up, so she came here and crashed."

"I see. So you were her knight in shining armor, then?"

He groans. "Mom, you know it's not like that, Clarke's my best friend. She was hurting and she needed a shoulder to cry on. That's it." She also needed someone to confide in about her unexpected pregnancy, but he's not about to spill those beans to his mom. That's not his news to tell. That's up to Clarke. When and if she decides to do so.

"Bell! Clarke's here!"

He turns in time to see Octavia pulling Clarke into the room, wide smiles on both of their faces. He's happy to see Clarke a little more at ease than she had been earlier, though he can still sense some underlying tension and dread that's there at the thought of possibly telling her parents about what's happening.

He smiles at his sister. "I know she is, O. She came over last night and now she's going to have waffles with us. Sound good to you?"

Octavia's smile widens. "Definitely. Clarke, you can sit by me."

Clarke nods and follows Octavia. "Sounds like a plan."

Bellamy smiles to himself as he focuses on making the waffles, listening to the sounds of his three favorite people interacting. His mom has always seemed to love Clarke just about as much as she loves him and Octavia, always offering to be there for her in ways her own mom never was despite still being alive and well. Which he's very happy about, considering Clarke is his best friend and spends the majority of her time at their house. It would really suck if his mom didn't enjoy having Clarke around as much as he does.

"Bell? When are the waffles going to be done?"

"Patience, O," he tells his little sister, glancing at her over his shoulder. "They'll be ready when they're ready."

Octavia groans. "But I'm hungry now."

"Octavia, that's enough," their mother reprimands gently but firmly.

Bellamy stifles a laugh at the annoyed look on his sister's face, knowing it won't help any and will just make matters worse. He casts a glance at Clarke, doing his best to be subtle as he checks on her, making sure she's still relatively okay. Deep down he knows that she's still reeling from her unexpected news, that she's still trying to wrap her head around the idea and run through all the possible options in her mind. But he knows that eventually, she'll be okay, that she'll come to a decision after careful thought and consideration. And he's going to be there with her whenever she wants him there for whatever she chooses to do, just like he promised.

"Alright," he speaks up, delicately dropping the last waffle onto the serving platter. He grabs the platter and sets it down on the counter in front of his three favorite girls, smiling brightly at them. "Let's eat."

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Waving goodbye to his boss as he makes his way out of the bookstore to his car, Bellamy pulls the door closed tightly behind him, waiting for the quiet click. Pulling out his phone and car keys as he makes his way across the pavement, he catches the screen of his phone lighting up with Clarke's smiling face. It's one of his favorite photos of her, taken not long after he got his first phone the summer before his freshman year. He'd caught Clarke off-guard while she was painting her latest creation, paint splatter in her hair and on her clothes. Magically none of it got on her face, which he's always wondered about but has never bothered to ask.

Answering the call, he holds the phone to his ear and keeps moving toward his car. "Do you have some eerie sixth sense I don't know about? Because I quite literally just stepped outside when you called."

She scoffs lightly. "No, you just always tell me when you're gonna get off work every time you have a shift."

He nods, unlocking his car and climbing inside. "Right. Of course. So what's up?"

"Can you come over?"

"Sure. What for?"

"Do I need a reason to want my best friend to come over to my house?"

He leans back in his seat, one arm crossing casually over his chest. "Not usually, no. But we tend to spend more time at my house, and given recent events, my gut is telling me there's an ulterior motive here."

Clarke's silent for a moment, and then she sighs heavily. "Fine. Mom's actually home tonight for once, so I feel like it's the universe's way of telling me that I need to tell her. And Marcus. But I...I want you here with me for moral support when I do. So can you?"

"Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Anytime. Bye, Clarke."

"Bye."

Ending the call, Bellamy tosses his phone into the passenger seat and then starts up the engine of his car. He slowly pulls out of his parking space and begins the short drive back home. Well, to Clarke's place.

He prays as he drives, prays to whoever might be up there listening that Abby won't maim or castrate him for simply being in the room. Even though he had absolutely nothing to do with what happened, she'll probably find some way to twist it around and blame him. And Marcus...Marcus is a cool guy, as far as step-parents go. He's heard stories from friends about stepparents who sound like the devil incarnate. Thankfully that's not Marcus. Though, given that he's not Clarke's actual father, there's no telling how he'll react to the situation. He has been a part of Clarke's life for almost a decade, though, so it's highly possible that he'll be heavily invested in whatever happens next.

Eventually pulling up and parking in front of Clarke's house, he shuts the car off and climbs out, grabbing his phone and sliding it and his keys into his pocket as he goes. He takes a deep breath as he walks up the porch steps, opting to knock on the door this time instead of using his key to let himself in.

The door opens a moment later and he's glad to see that it's Clarke on the other side instead of Abby or Marcus. "Hey."

She lets out a relieved breath, giving him half a smile. "Hi. Thanks for coming over."

He smiles as he steps into the house. "You know I'd do anything for you."

She nods. "I know. Still, I'm glad you're here. I don't think I can tell them on my own. And I still haven't even figured out what I'm gonna do, but I just...I feel like I should tell them, you know?"

"How well do you think they're going to take it?"

Clarke takes a deep, shaky breath as she runs a hand through her hair. "Honestly? I'm not sure. Especially with Mom. Marcus on the other hand…he's there for me a lot more than Mom is, and I don't want him to be disappointed in me."

Taking a small step forward, Bellamy wraps his hands around Clarke's upper arms, gently rubbing them to help calm her down. "Hey, I'm right here. Whatever happens, you know my mom's more than willing to let you stay at our place for however long you need."

She smiles up at him. "I know. Thanks. I don't know how I'd get through all of this if I didn't have you at my side."

Bellamy shrugs. "Well, the others are pretty capable of being there for you."

She nods. "I know, and I love them all for being such great friends. But none of them are you."

He smiles. "I am pretty incredible."

She just laughs and hits his chest. "Okay, whatever you say."

"Bellamy? I wasn't expecting to see you here."

Turning, he smiles kindly at the man in front of him. "Marcus, hi. Clarke asked me to come over. I hope that's okay."

Marcus nods, moving closer. "You know it always is. Are you two going to need anything from Abby or myself? We're about to call it an early night and turn in."

Clarke steps forward. "Actually, Marcus, do you think I could talk to you guys first? That's why I asked Bellamy to come over."

Marcus' brows furrow together. "Is everything okay?"

Clarke nods, swallowing thickly. "Yeah. Everything...everything's fine. I just need to talk to you both."

"Okay," Marcus says, slowly nodding. "I'll go get your mom and then meet you in the living room." He turns and moves further into the house, most likely heading toward the master bedroom or the home office.

Bellamy turns to Clarke and grasps her hand as firmly and gently as he can, giving her what he hopes to be a reassuring smile. "Hey. I'm right here. Come on." He gently tugs her into the living room, sitting with her on the couch.

She sits close to him, no closer than they've ever sat before, but something's different this time around. He just can't put his finger on it.

A few minutes later, Marcus enters the living room with Abby trailing behind him. They're both clearly concerned and worried. Though Abby looks more annoyed at her sleep being delayed than anything else. They take up the loveseat on the other side of the coffee table.

"So, Clarke, Marcus said you wanted to talk to us."

Clarke nods, swallowing thickly. "Yeah." She shifts a little on the cushion, squeezing his hand for comfort and support. He squeezes back. "I uh, I have something important I need to tell you. I haven't come to a decision yet, but I know that I don't have as much time as I would like to do so for at least one of the options."

"Clarke," Marcus speaks up, scooting forward so he's now sitting on the edge of the seat. "Sweetheart, what's going on? You're starting to worry us."

Bellamy's gaze drifts to Clarke as she shifts on the couch again, her eyes closing as she breathes slowly and deeply. He leans down just enough to whisper in her ear, "Do you want me to tell them for you?"

She shakes her head. "No. Thanks. I need to do this."

"Okay." He sits back and waits for her to be ready, knowing that Abby is most likely growing more annoyed by the second.

Clarke opens her eyes again and looks at her parents, squeezing Bellamy's hand tightly. "I'm pregnant. Finn's the father, but we broke up. I don't want to get into why we broke up right now, just know that he's not going to be around anymore and won't be involved in whatever decision I make."

"You're pregnant?" Marcus asks, looking as if he's suddenly aged another ten years. "How...do you know how far along you are?"

Clarke shakes her head. "No. I haven't made a doctor's appointment yet. I just found out yesterday. I told Finn and we got into a fight and broke up. That's why I stayed at Bellamy's last night."

Marcus' gaze drifts to him. "Well, I guess we owe you a lot more for looking after Clarke last night."

Bellamy shakes his head. "You don't owe me anything. I helped Clarke because she's my friend."

Marcus smiles. "Of course. Well, Clarke, I know you've got a big decision ahead of you about what you're going to do, but I'm here for whatever you need."

Clarke smiles. "Thank you, Marcus."

"And your mom…" he trails off, his eyes drifting to his wife.

Bellamy's gaze shifts too, as does Clarke's, watching as Abby remains sitting silently. She hasn't said a word, no clear emotions on her face. Clarke clearly got her vulnerability from her dad.

"Mom?" Clarke speaks up, her voice quiet. "Are...are you going to say something? Are you going to yell at me? Ground me? Something? Anything?"

Abby looks at each of them individually and then stands from the couch. She opens her mouth as if to say something but then closes it immediately and strides out of the room.

Bellamy feels the instant Clarke deflates against him, clearly upset by the reaction from her mother. He's not sure what either of them was expecting, but it probably wasn't that. And now he has a sobbing Clarke in his arms and all he wants more than anything is to take her pain away and make her instantly feel better. But he knows it's going to take a lot more than just some words from him to fix whatever's broken between Clarke and her mom.

He just prays that it can be fixed.

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