This Is Our Home Now

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It had been some time since Mount Weather; months. Most every had healed for the most part; at least physically. One such person being Bellamy's wife. His family had been captured by Mount Weather and the image of Braeden strapped on the table getting drilled is one that will forever haunt his mind. His daughter had to witness it, and he was all too relieved that at least his son wasn't there. But it did not diminish the impact of seeing it. Fortunately, she had healed without any lasting damage. Over time, the camp had transformed to Arkadia; a new beginning for everyone. The establishment of their home. One they fought for: blood, sweat and tears.

Perhaps they could now finally live, rather than survive. His father had taken on that leadership role, and Bellamy worked closely with him. Not only because he was his son, but it was who they both were. Today, Bellamy was training a few of the delinquents. The guard consisted of the Arkers that had come down, but he trusted the delinquents emphatically. And he wanted them to have full on training.

Besides, everything helped distract his mind from what he had done; the lengths he'd gone to save his people. Having his family close certainly helped as well. When the morning session was over, Bellamy offered a few more bits of advice before dismissing everyone. When the crowd started to disperse, he noticed someone still standing in his company, causing a small smile to form on his lips as he walked over to his shirt and pulled it on. "Stayed behind for some one on one training?" He asked teasingly as he pulled down his shirt and began to walk over to his beloved wife.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden liked watching him train, and take command. They had spend so long keeping their heads down that it was almost odd to come here now and not worry about who was keeping their daughter hidden. To know that both kids were safe, and spending time with their grandparents. It left her time to spend with her husband, in ways they had not spent together since the birth of their daughter--social time. Time where they were both out in public together. Bellamy finished and went to pull on his shirt once they were alone. "Stayed behind for some one on one training?" He teased, and Braeden felt her self smile. While she had healed enough to walk around and life a simi-normal life; she wasn't healed enough to train without hurting herself. Soon maybe, but she knew it would take more time. "Everyone should think they are getting trained by the best, so I thought it would be unfair if I beat you in front of them." She teased back, knowing she had not been a guard for a few years now and was out of shape. Here however, she was going to be ready. Training would start soon. She was not going to helpless. She would protect her children. The truce might be working, but she wasn't foolish enough to think that there wasn't going to be other threats. As he got closer her eyes took in his body, loving how he looked. Loving his hair that seemed to grow curlier the more he sweat. She was still aware of how much she had missed him while they'd been apart, and had taken up trying to make up for lost time in playful quickies in the middle of the day. She was thinking of it now. "Do you need to report to your father, or do you have time for another round?" She asked, making it seem like she was asking to train for the first time in forever; though she knew he might understand her meaning.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy gave an amused smile at her tease of beating him and how it wouldn't look in front of the trainess. "Well aren't you considerate," he teased in return, as he moved closer to her, to be standing right in front of her now. She then asked if he had to report to his father, or if he had time for another round. He knew exactly what she meant by that, and it only made the smile remain on his lips. He leaned for forward to give a light kiss on her lips, remaining close as he answered.

"Another round sounds perfect," he answered. He couldn't say that he always had time for it as that would be a lie. But down here, at least they could be together . . . as a family. And not fear discovery over anything. Initially it had been discovery of being together, which then transformed to the fear of discovery of their second child. But now . . . things felt normal. Or as normal as they could be. He gave another short kiss before fully drawing his head back. "Besides, my dad is having way too much fun with the kids. Don't want to interrupt him." Now that Marcus no longerhad to feel conflicted. He could embrace both children, not just the 'legal' one -- which Bellamy hated referring to his son as, just as he hated referring to his daughter as an illegal chil;d. "Did you have your check up today yet?" He asked, wondering if she had already been to med bay or not if she had an appointment today.