A New Dawn

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy briefly glanced at Octavia as she held onto Clarke, and he caught most of what she had said. She and Lincoln were key in how to address the Grounders without causing offense or making the situation escalate. Bellamy then quickly averted his gaze back to the Grounders in front of them, not wanting to take his eyes off them for a single second. He stood a little in front of Clarke, so should they try to do something, he could shield her from them. He didn't trust the gift. The grain was bad enough, the blanket made it worse. His eyes narrowed as he kept them locked on the man representing Lexa, offering this to Clarke was a congratulatory gift for the baby. They didn't need it. And he didn't want anything from them.

The man spoke of how it was only gifted to the parent of the child. Lincoln had attempted to allow someone else to accept it on her behalf, but the Grounder was adament. Clarke wasn't moving due to Octavia and Abby's hold on her. So they had two options. Expose the truth, in that they came with Clarke not because she was too weak but because they didn't trust the Grounders and thus, risk offending them. Or, well, the other option was clear. Bellamy knew it was only going to be a matter of time before the others knew.

While he didn't expect it to come out this way, there seemed to be no other choice. He wasn't going to provoke the situation. It was already tense enough as is, and Clarke and their child was his top priority. Bellamy reached out to take the basket that held the blanket in it. "As the other parent of the child, I will accept your gift for us." It was out now. His words were strong, confident, unwavering, void of any uncertainty. He was the father of the baby and now the camp, as well as the Grounders, knew it.

[Clarke Griffin]

She saw it in his tiny movements long before he stepped up. Inwardly Clarke cursed Lexa. This was not good at all. Not only did she not want for this to come out this way, she did not want him forced to admit to it, but even she could see there was little choice. Either they insult the grounders, or she would have to make her way out, where no one was protecting the baby. Part of her wanted to stop him, but this, him stepping up, was the only way this could end good. Just as she was about to ask him not to, to stop him regardless, because even though she was weaker, she could hold them back long enough, she saw a flash in the woods, telling her that arrows were trained on them and another flesh told her at least one of them held a knife, which disappeared the moment Bellamy stepped forward to accept the ‘gifts’. Those weren’t gifts. This was no peaceful situation, no peace offering. This was an attack, a cleverly concealed attack.

Clarke looked directly at Lexa as Bellamys paternity was revealed. She caught the one whispered word, before she turned away, obviously pissed beyond everything else But they left. They could not be insulted no, the parent had accepted the gift, they never specified it had to be the mother, it was not Clarkes fault they assumed wrongly about the father. The blonde looked around at shocked expressions, smiled and some disapproving ones, surprisingly not from someone she or Bellamy cared about. It seemed as if they were all frozen in place until the Grounders were properly out of sight. Then finally someone spoke up. “Is this true?” They asked. Clarke didn’t bother answering. She didn’t know how to handle it, but she knew how to handle something else. “Monty, can you check the seeds, with Lincolns help maybe.” Then she approached Bellamy, both Octavia and her mother still by her side as if she needed steadying all the time. She didn’t reach out or anything, she just stared into his eyes, as if silently asking what he thinks of the blanket. She didn’t trust it one bit.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy steeled himself, around the Grounders and the gazes and whispers he knew were coming from their own people. When it came down to it, there was no choice. He knew what the right thing to do was and he wouldn't be a coward about it. Besides, if he was going to be a part of this child's life in the way he wanted to be . . . people would eventually know. Now Lexa did too. And surely, she would be well aware of the fact that Bellamy -- along with Clarke -- wouldn't let any harm come to the baby. He wondered if the Grounder commander had thought her last threat when it came to Clarke was eliminated with killing Finn.

Well, she was damn wrong about that. His eyes remained on the Grounders until they fell out of sight, and a voice broke the silence, asking if this was true. He had to be immune to any judgment, not that he cared about what the others thought. He and Clarke were having a baby together, and that was it. Bellamy turned around, seeing everyones faces and not about to have a full blown conversation about what was just revealed. Nor was he going to retract his statement. "Everyone get back to work," he ordered, the crowd starting to disperse as the select few remained, Clarke asking about the grains and for Monty to check the seeds. "Don't eat any of it, safe or not," he instructed.

Even if Monty couldn't find anything, didn't mean Bellamy trusted the Grounders, or wanted anything from them. He tightly gripped the 'gift' from Lexa, not about to let it anywhere near Clarke and their baby. He looked at Clarke as his eyes met her intent gaze. He knew her unspoken question. "I want this checked," he told her. Because, he wanted to know for sure. "Then, we're burning it." He didn't care if Lexa asked to see it in the future. He had a gut feeling that this blanket wasn't any present out of the goodness of her heart. And once they had it tested and confirmed his theory . . . then they would have a legitimate reason to confront the Grounders, should they ever accuse them of anything.

[Clarke Griffin]

“We could burn it immediately.” Clarke began. Both her hands were now protectively on her swollen belly. She had predicted it. She had told him this would happen in a way, had she been romantically involved with Lexa. She would have easily killed the baby in earlier stages then. This… blanket was not good. Clarke had already realized what she had intended with this entire thing, which caused her to only want to protect the unborn even more. Who cared about her life? Hope or Jake were much more important than her. But Bellamy was right. They had to have it checked. They had to be 100% sure this was poisoned or in some other way designed to kill their child and maybe the mother with her. Clarke would not let anyone hurt her unborn. This was their peoples hope in a way, the new generation, marking the new beginning for everyone.

“We will find something. The grounders used biological warfare on us before. Lexa… I bet if we don’t find the agent for the hemorrhagic fever on that, we will find some form of poison on it. This was an attack, from the beginning to end. She had archers in the trees. She wanted me to leave the security of camp. God knows what she would have done, but …” Had things gone even slightly different, she was sure she would be dead right now, or at least no longer pregnant. The thought alone made her nauseous. “She wanted to take our son or daughter from us, Bellamy… or kill me altogether. This can’t end well.” She hoped it would, but Lexa was, well Lexa. She was after her own agenda and people were only lucky if their interests aligned with Lexas by chance. Her baby didn’t. And Bellamy didn’t either. Clarke reached for his wrist, squeezing it softly, though it was more a gesture to comfort her. She needed to stay as calm as possible for this baby, but this was almost impossible. “Would you bring me back to our apartment, Bellamy? I don’t trust myself to walk there alone right now.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He listened as Clarke suggested they burn it right away. But her next words reflected the importance of finding out what was on it. Because there was definitely something there. It was sickening, to think that Lexa would harm an innocent child out of what, spite? Her pride? Clarke had rejected her and clearly, she did not take well to rejection. She seemed to expect everyone to do what she wanted and to give her what she wanted because she was a commander? Bellamy would kill her himself before he let her do anything to Clarke. This, bringing the grain and blanket . . . as Clarke had said, was the first attack. And Bellamy doubted it would be the last.

"Hey," he said, turning to face her. "She's not going to lay a finger on you or our baby. Not a damn finger." He wouldn't let it happen. He would sooner die. The fact that she did have archers, that she came with an army . . . it would not be dismissed. Which was why Bellamy wanted to find out what was on the blanket. He wanted to use it against them in the future. Expose them. Show the reason they had to be against them. The Grounders had started it this time.

And Bellamy was going to end it before anyone he loved got hurt. "It won't end well for them," he told her stubbornly he couldn't bare to think of the alternative. When she took his wrist, he moved his hand so that it was holding hers. He had already revealed himself as the father. People would find out soon enough that they were together. Seeing Monty take the grain, Bellamy told him to check the blanket as well, but to be careful and not touch it. Besides, he wanted the damn thing away from Clarke.

Clarke asked him to bring her back to the apartment, not trusting herself. "I don't plan on doing or being anywhere else." He was going to stay with her. As they made their way to the apartment, Bellamy opened the door for her, and once she stepped inside, he followed, closing the door behind him. He felt the rage within him, though needed to keep it in check and not let any sign of it show. Lexa had tried to hurt the woman he loves and their baby. It was unforigivable. Hadn't she done enough? Her betrayal resulted in the death of hundreds of people. And now this? He needed to talk to Lincoln and Octavia to determine the cultural repercussions. What would this mean for them. What was the next step once they found out the blanket was poisoned? This meant war.

Bellamy knew it was coming. But . . . now was not the time to discuss it. He couldn't stress Clarke out. It wasn't healthy for her or their child. He would handle this. Keeping her safe and healthy was his top priority. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her. "Everything will be alright," he told her, lowering his head so that his lips touched the top of her head. "I won't let anything happen to you or our baby." Similarily spoken words to Octavia: I won't let anything happen to you. And he meant it. Nothing would happen to them. Lexa was going to pay for this. Threatening the life of Clarke and Hope or Jake . . . Bellamy was going to be damn sure that Lexa payed for this.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke walked straight to the bedroom. This had been stressful, no doubt. While she did not feel bad or uneasy, the blonde did not want to take any risk. That out there was risk enough for her. Her entire being, her entire life currently revolved around the growing child inside of her, so she wanted to make sure everything was okay with the unborn. That required resting. That required taking care of herself, unfortunately. But it was just taking care of the baby. Clarke climbed on their bed after pulling the covers down. She crawled underneath those, laying down to relax. It might not be absolutely necessary at that very moment, but she wanted to be sure. In that case it was better safe than sorry, or at least that was what she thought. Her mom did say she needed lots of rest and she wanted to do that for her son or daughter, even if all of this meant she could lose her own life. Her child still had its Dad. Bellamy would never abandon the kid, which was what gave her confidence even in case she died.

“We can’t let anything like that happen again, Bellamy. I won’t leave the station again.” It was a simple solution, even though it meant self proclaimed isolation. All she needed was in here. Food and water could be brought by Bellamy or her mother or the others. They could bring what they needed from outside. She could walk inside the station if she had to walk. Everything she really needed could be in here. They had made them believe she was too weak to even approach Lexa. Well, then next time they came, she’d be too weak to even leave her bed. “Next time we tell her I am bound to bed. And if she wants to see, we will let her see. I will not go out there and risk getting shot and getting our baby and me killed. We’ll stay here, tell Lexa there are complications. Maybe we’ll pretend whatever has been on the blanket worked and it’s slowly killing me. I don’t know. Either way I am not risking our babies life again. And if she comes back with warriors to attack us…. We’ll go to the drop ship. We will keep this baby safe! I have not gone through months of feeling miserable to lose the kiddo.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy moved the gun off of his shoulders, but kept it in his hand as he followed Clarke to the bedroom. He set it on the side of the table, watching her climb into the covers and then speaking of how she couldn't leave the station again. He wasn't in disagreement of that. If Lexa or any of her minions came, then he didn't want Clarke to be faced with them. Especially after this incident. If they discovered something was poisoned, why should they have to make up excuses as to why Clarke would not see them? They had made the first attack. And Bellamy was done with appeasing them. He sat on the edge of the bed on the same side that Clarke was lying down on, looking at her as she continued to speak.

"We're not letting her step foot into this place," he told her. "She's not going to see you, or anything here." Bellamy flat out refused to let her. "We've done our part of trying to keep some semblance of peace, Clarke. But what they did today, what we both know will be on that blanket . . . that's the last straw." He wasn't planning on going out and attacking them, but he was done trying to accomodate them. "We can let her think that it worked," he agreed, since that could buy them some time. "But I'm not letting her near you or our baby." Not an inch within them. Not anywhere near their home. If the Grounders attacked, this was where Clarke could be protected and letting a Grounder in . . . would give them the advantage of knowing the layout if nothing else.

Clarke would be protected either in here or in the drop ship, but he wasn't going to compromise either location. "I'll take care of it, alright," he added on, not wanting her to get too worried about this . . . though he knew that was probably impossible at this point. His hand went to her forehead, gently stroking the top of her head. "You need to just take care of yourself and our baby. Don't worry about anything else." They would need to talk about something else. "Get some rest right now. You want a snack? Maybe something sweet?" He hinted with a bit of a smile, as they had the snack that Monty and Jasper had prepared for Clarke to help sate her craving for it.

[Clarke Griffin]

All this talk of war had Clarke nervous and her stomach turn just slightly. She was so done with wars. They had been in relative peace for the majority of her pregnancy, but somehow she had known from the beginning that this could not last forever. Why now though? Why when the baby was just old enough to live outside her with technical help, that all of this could go down? At least the baby could be saved, even if she might not be, but the more Clarke thought about this, the more she feared, the more stress it was. Bellamy was right, she should focus on herself and her baby right now. She should focus on trying to gain more strength, so the chances of her own survival would be higher. She should try and do everything to ensure their safety, but how? Everything around her seemed to be determined to make it as hard as possible. Should pregnancies not be enjoyable? While Bellamys hand felt good, she still teared up. Both hands were on her pregnant belly, a soft kick telling her the baby was moving, it was good, which only made her to cry harder.

“I don’t want to eat, Bellamy. I want this to stop. I hate how everything seems to go against us, how there is no peace. Our baby is something good for our people and I love it and I love you, but I couldn’t enjoy being pregnant at all. I worry every day, I am weak, I know if I remain in this state the chances might be high that this could damage or kill me. And I’m scared. What if they attack? What if there really is a war? What if we get hurt? What if he or she gets born early? Why can’t we just have one or two days to just be happy together, to enjoy the kiddo growing in there or just to decorate the nursery or something else. Any other day that would have been sooo pointless to me. But… I really want it now, Bellamy. Just one day. Why can’t we even have one day?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Seeing Clarke cry was not a common sight. He knew it was partly because of the hormones from the pregnancy, but also . . . the stress of the situation wasn't helping. All her point and questions were perfectly valid. Why couldn't they have peace? Why couldn't they be free from worry? He wanted that for her, for their baby. But for Bellamy . . . he didn't know what it was like to nor live in some form of fear. For the first 6 -- and a few months -- years of his life, he had known.

He was the only son of Aurora, and as his father hadn't been a big part of their lives, it was just him and his mother. But, the second she was pregnant with Octavia, the instant she decided she was going to keep the child . . . Bellamy had lived in fear. Every second of every fear, he was afraid. Afraid that Octavia and his mother would be discovered. Afraid that they would be floated. Even after they were discovered, the fear remained, because that year without Octavia, he knew she was going to be floated. Coming down on Earth had instilled a different kind of fear within him. They had to survive on a day to day basis. Threats emerged daily, and one always had to be prepared. The fear had been there then, and it was here intensely now. To actually live in peace, void of any of it . . . well, it was only a dream for Bellamy. He didn't know what it felt like, and he doubted he ever would.

The most important thing was to not let it show. He didn't want Clarke or their baby to be afraid. He wanted to put her mind at ease. He gently brushed away the tears from her cheeks and continued to tenderly caress her. "We can," he told her simply. He didn't have all the answers to her words. She deserved better than this, but was now the target of a scorned woman's wrath. "We will," he added on with a faint smile. "For the rest of the day, the next few days and maybe longer, we are just going to focus on this baby. We're going to work on the nursery, and make some toys. We're going to fix that ultrasound so we know whether its Hope or Jake growing in there. We're going to be a family, Clarke. I don't give a shit about whats going on out there, because all that matters, is whats going on in here." With those words, his hand rested on her belly as he leaned down to kiss their unborn child.

He decided here and now, that he was not going to burden Clarke with anything else. Whether Lexa came or not, whether there were issues with the Grounders . . . she needed to be protected from all that. He would tell her only when it was of paramount importance; only when it was imperative. He would speak to Marcus, and the others in some position of authority, but Clarke needed to be protected from all of this. "I love you," he told her, never wanting her to forget that nor did he want to take her own expressd words of love for granted. "You are not weak for worrying. But from now on, all you are going to worry about is making sure you eat and rest enough. And well, you can worry about what curtains to use for the nursery," he added on in a lighter note, trying to ease the conversation out of all the threats that constantly ensued and the dangers that engulfed them.

[Clarke Griffin]

“I’d love for it to last until the kid is born, but you have to work.” He had to go hunt with the others, too. At least once in a while. Others knew how to hunt, of course, but just not as well as Bellamy. People noticed how when he was with the others, they always brought back more. But she wanted time with him, with just the two of them before it would never be just the two of them again. Well technically it wasn’t just the two of them even now, but as long as the baby was still inside her, they could focus on each other, a bit at least. For the both of them their child was important, but given her fear, they should enjoy every moment they could have, because only god knew how much they would still have. At least it seemed like their child was already responding to his voice. Not only could he calm he baby, the moment he lowered himself to kiss her belly, the baby started to throw kicks into his direction. Clarke could not help but grin at that. It seemed like their child already loved him. This kid might just be totally a daddys girl or boy.

“Turning me into a housewife?” She was kidding of course. Bellamy knew not to do that, she was sure of that. But right now, her not worrying about anything was the best choice for their baby. She needed to worry only about being pregnant, getting rest, eating well and maybe, like he said, about something as trivial as curtains. Clarke was just about to reach up to guide him down to kiss her, when the door opened. Her mother stood in it, a soft smile on her lips. A wink gave away that Abigail Griffin was up to something. Clarke stared at her mother, both her hands immediately covering her baby bump.

“Relax, Clarke. It’s good news. Great news, in fact.” Abby walked forward and placed a hand on Bellamys shoulder. This was something that made Clarke smile. It looked like a silent approval of Bellamy to be in their family. Not that there was a way for him not to be. If this turned out badly Bellamy would be left as the only parent to Abbys grandchild and as such the only connection. They were family as well now. “The ultrasound is working again. If the two of you are ready, we can go find out if there’s a little girl of boy growing in there and we can check if the baby is healthy.” Now that was great. Those were the kind of news that made her excited. They would get to see their baby. Clarke slowly got up, or tried to. Bellamy sat in the way and her momentum was lost, so she fell back. “God, someone help the balloon, aka me, up.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He would have to work. As much as he wished he could spend every moment with Clarke and their baby. She asked him if he was turning her into a housewife and he smirked at that, about to teasingly repsond to her question when suddenly Abby came in. He turned his head toward the woman as she said that she had great news. "We could definitely use some," Bellamy commented.

After the whole thing with Lexa, and all the concern and fear it caused to surface . . . Bellamy wanted smome good news. Not for him, but for Clarke especially. And good news it was indeed. Clarke had mentioned the ultrasound but now it seemed to be a reality. He felt a burst of excitement and anticipation to find out if they would be bringing Hope or Jake into this world. He turned to look at Clarke as she attempted to get up and couldn't help but smile with amusement, especially when she referred to herself as a balloon.

He stood up, moving one hand behind her back for support and took her hand in his free one to pull her to her feet, keeping an arm around her. "Ready to find out if it's gonna be Hope or Jake?" He asked, not even thinking of whether Clarke had mentioned the names to Abby but that was not his concern right now. He walked alongside her, eager to find out the sex of their baby. "This is completley safe for her and the baby, right?" He knew Abby wouldn't do anything that would compromise Clarke or the baby but just wanted to be told that it was safe, rather than assume anything.

[Clarke Griffin]

“It’s perfectly safe for us.” Clarke commented amused as she walked with Bellamy to the new medical station. She was slower, of course, waddling along, but somehow it didn’t feel slow or sluggish today, not with what lay ahead of them. They would finally see their baby for the first time. They would finally see the child they created move or sleep inside of her, but most importantly they would hear their childs heart beat for the first time. It was something Clarke anticipated from the first moment she knew of the babies existence inside her, to feel the childs heartbeat for the first time, the small fluttering beneath her fingertips, when she would hold it for the first time, now she would get to hear it much earlier. In all honesty she was eager for this, almost giddy, yet she found herself completely incapable of letting go of Bellamy, even as they arrived and she had to lay down. The smile of Jackson couldn’t get any brighter even if he tried, neither could Clarkes. She all but grinned at Bellamy. Not even the coolness of the gel bothered her. It wasn’t like it was on the ark. The bed she lay on was actually comfortable, the entire room was more comfortable than the sterile clinic on the Ark. If this was where she was to give birth, she would be okay with it all, she hoped. 

Finally the sound of a fast little heartbeat filled the tent. For Clarke all sound but this one was drowned out. This tiny and precious heartbeat was the evidence that yes, the small life inside her was alive and well. This was their childs heartbeat and they heard it for the very first time. In those moments Clarke, like Jackson and Abby focused on the monitor. No words were spoken anymore. They focused on the heartbeat and the pictures. Clarke could make out tiny fingers first. That’s when her mother started to speak. “That’s the hand – the arm. There we go, the little face. Oh it’s gorgeous.” It was adorable and perfect. Clarke could barely make out the face, the closed eyes, the moving lips, the hand being raised to the babies face, as if it was waving to them. Her mother slowly moved over her stomach, now again without a comment. The baby seemed to be so very healthy, Clarke could barely believe everything she saw. Finally her mother winked at her. She gave the instrument to her daughter, told her she could do the rest by herself and left, obviously wanting to leave her and Bellamy alone for when Clarke revealed their babies gender to him. She had seen it. There was no doubt anymore. She felt so full of love in that moment, love and happiness, that only got highlighted when she heard a squeal coming from outside, obviously Abby letting out her feelings at finding out there would be another woman in the Griffin family soon , though she would carry a different last name. 

“Sooo… I hope you’re ready to be completely outnumbered.” Clarke began. Her eyes started to really burn with unshed tears. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy found this entire procedure to be fascinating. With Octavia, they weren't able to take Aurora to the doctor. They hadn't the slightest idea whether it was a boy or girl, or even if it was healthy. His mother said she could tell, but even he saw the fear sometimes in her that something -- anything -- could happen to her untreated and hidden child. But this, was different. The entire experience was different -- mainly because of course it was his own child and not a sister. He had helped create this perfect life. Bellamy watched as the gel was moved over Clarke's stomach, continuing to hold her hand. The sound of a steady and strong heartbeat filled the tent, and Bellamy felt as if everything else ceased to exist. Right now, in this moment, it was his Clarke, him, and their unborn baby. It was a perfect world in this singular moment.

His eyes went to the monitor, looking intently at the screen as Abby explained the parts of the baby. The fascination over this grew in Bellamy, and he just stared. Watched. His heart swelled with emotions he never experienced nor thought capable of. The first being because he had never been a father before, the second being because he never had planned to. But now that it was in his life, somehow, he couldn't imagine it any other way. Nor did he want to. A child with the woman he loved. Yes; this did indeed feel like a perfect moment that they could share. He hardly even noticed Abby leave the tent. He was too fixated on the privilege of being able to their baby before he joined them in this world. He couldn't help but wonder . . . was it a girl, or a boy? He wasn't able to fully tell and the impact of this moment rendered him unable to speak.

Clarke's words broke the silence, as she seemed to understand his unspoken curiosity. The words took a few moments to process before he was finally able to react. His lips began to curve upwards into a smile; an expression that became far easier to show ever since they had started building this life together. "Bring it on, Griffin," he said teasingly, leaning down to kiss Clarke's forehead. He then turned his head a little, his cheek against the side of her head as he looked at the screen once more. "She's perfect." There was no other way he could describe her. "Our baby Hope." Hope. They now knew it was their Hope that they would be welcoming into this world. And he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms.

[Clarke Griffin]

He was happy. He was happy about it being a baby girl. It was obvious in the way he looked at her, in the emotions in his eyes. He was happy to find out he was having a little girl. And honestly, so did she. Maybe it would be easier for him as he had already dealt with a little baby girl. And Clarke hoped they could give her a happy life free of worries. Her had caressed her stomach while she still held the scanner to it, still showing him their little daughter inside her. It wouldn’t take long now. Soon the baby would be with them. A month or two at most. With every day it would get a bit less spacious inside Clarke as her body would reach the limit and it was close to reaching it already. Sadly she knew a big part of it was her own fault, but all those thoughts vanished as she watched her daughter lift her little hand and open her fist as if she was waving.

“Bell… is she waving at us? Look.” She was completely lost to the charms that was their daughter. She held the position for a few moments, hopefully long enough for Bellamy to see, before the little hand got placed on her face and her little mouth opened. That was a living baby in her. She was whole. Clarke could see five fingers on her. And she felt tears stream down her face. This was the one thing she did well, the one perfect thing she created: Her perfect little daughter. Their perfect little daughter. 

“She’s… we made her, Bellamy. We really made her. How is this possible? How could we… how I make something so perfect? She’s… wonderful and almost you have seen how big she is. If I go into labor now, I think she’d be big enough to survive on her own.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy continued to stare at the screen, mezmerized by it. Completely fixated on the image of their daughter, moving around, seemingly waving at them . . . which Clarke's vocalization of allowed Bellamy to easily see it. His smile remained, perhaps even grew seeing the perfection that was their daughter. "Greeting us how she can," Bellamy said proudly. Almost as if she knew they could see her. She was just so damn perfect. And he couldn't wait for the moment they held her in his arms.

"She really is perfect," Bellamy agreed. "We made a life. You and me. And in another month, we can hold her. We can meet her." It was just all so surreal. So wonderful. It was easier to ignore everything that was going out on with Lexa and the Grounders . . . that was, until someone barged in the room. "Hey, Bellamy. We need to talk to you?" That was enough to break him out of his seemingly perfect moment. He turned to look at Miller and could tell from his expression, something was wrong. He gave him a nod and Miller knew to take that as a cue to leave. "Do you want me to take you back, or do you wanna wait here for your mom to?" He wished he could stay, but just because he couldn't, didn't mean she should be further deprived of seeing their beautiful baby girl.