A New Dawn

[Clarke Griffin]

Not long now. Clarke felt like she just wanted to turn over and snuggle against the father of her beautiful baby, but she knew this was part of pregnancy hormones and certainly not the place for it. The two of them had a bed where they could do that all they wanted, well all the baby would let them. Not long and the kid would be there and a little night terror. It was wonderful. It was wonderful until Miller came in, needing Bellamy for something. The urgency was clear in his voice and she knew Miller well enough by now to know he would not come in here like that and demand Bellamy to leave this personal task, if it wasn’t important. 

“It’s okay, Bellamy. I’ll be fine here.” She replied. She squeezed his arm softly, wanting to reassure him, to make sure he was able to go with a good conscience. If her mother wouldn’t come back in time, someone else would, or he would come find her after. For now she was good here, she was lying down, she could stay there for a bit, rest a little. There was no reason for her to rush back, at least she thought so. “We’ll wait for mom to take us back. Go take care of the others.” They needed a leader. For the past months Bellamy had been their only leader and as such they relied on him. Clarke had been busy healing, being with the Grounders and learning there and then finally being an incubator for a little baby girl.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't want to leave. It was getting increasingly difficult to leave them, and he knew that separation would only get harder when Hope joined them in his world. But alas, these were the positions they were in; the leadership roles he and Clarke had asserted themselves into. He gave a small smile in return, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before he got up. He gave one final look at the screen, feeling like he could sit here for hours and just watch their baby girl. He had to force himself away, pull himself back into the reality of their lives where yet another crisis awaited them. And damn, did it ever.

Miller's news wasn't good. The Grounders were apparently marching on their camp, ready to fight. They were ready for it but this was far sooner than they had anticipated. Bellamy quickly went to the council to speak to them, taking on the roll to help lead the guard. They would need everyone at stations, and try to slow them down how best they could. People would have to take position. It was also during this time that Bellamy was informed of the blanket.

Of the fact that it was indeed poisoned. This news just further infuriated Bellamy. They were acting in self defense, however the Commander . . . she was initiating the war. It would be a couple hours before Bellamy could finally return to his home to inform Clarke of what was going on. He didn't want to cause her stress or alarm but, she also needed to know. He stepped inside their apartment, unable to waste a single moment. "Clarke?" He called out, not seeing her right away so assumed she was in the bedroom, making his way to it.

[Clarke Griffin]

While Bellamy was gone the rumor mill was well at work in Camp Jaha. Some people caught bits and pieces, others kept carrying the news around and soon the camp was buzzing with what they thought was news. Clarke found herself breathless at the news. An attack, now. This was not good news at all. She struggled with the idea that this rumor might be true, which was only supported with where Bellamy was right now, with Miller apparently dealing with something heavy and important. That meant Clarke was all alone for the most part in the apartment, after a chatty person had brought her back to it. Her mind raced. She didn’t want to witness this. She didn’t want any of this to happen, but most importantly she was scared.

She was scared of what would happen to her and her baby. Stress had almost done some horrible things to her. She needed to avoid it, war was not exactly the way to do this. An idea came to her mind, that was as crazy as it got, probably, but what choice did she have? That way she could avoid stress, if it was really true, so she went to the bedroom. Clarke started to pack a bag, just to be sure. She wanted to be ready in time. She needed to be ready in time. Clarke packed a few clothes, she was just starting to pack blankets, when she heard Bellamy.

“I’m in here. Packing…”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Once ellamy stepped into the room, he saw Clarke packing. He just watched her for a few moments, having told the others that they would need a bit of food and water to take with them. She could not stay here. It wasn't safe. Even if this war was more personal or not, Bellamy wasn't about to take the risk. "The blanket was poisoned," he informed her. It wasn't meant to cause her additional stress, but she had to know. It was a subject that would be broached eventually, seeing as how the gifting of it and the food was a very public gesture.

"We need to get to the drop ship," he further explained. "And we need to go, now." He was going with her, obviously. There was no way in hell he was just going to send her there by herself. He just had to make sure everything was in order here, because there were still delinquents that he considered his people. And he didn't want them to think he was abandoning them. Having a baby though, and Clarke . . . though had to be top priority. Family was priority. "Ready?" He questioned, reaching out to take the bag for her. They didn't have a second to waste. The drop ship wasn't too far, but with how pregnant she was, they wouldn't be moving at an overly hurried pace.

[Clarke Griffin]

The blanket was poisoned, as expected. How could someone want to harm an innocent baby? Even if things had been different, the baby had been inside her for a while. It would have been hurt either way. She didn’t know how to process this. Someone wanted to hurt her innocent baby girl even before she was born, probably her with them. They were just lucky that both her and Bellamy had been paranoid enough to check the blanket beforehand. Now that meant their daughter was safe. Clarke reached for another blanket in response to that, as if she wanted to make sure her belly was only wrapped In good blankets. She felt like nesting was long since overdue. The instinct would come soon, very soon and full force, she knew that.

“We are?” She asked him surprised. So every rumor was true. “Good. If there really is a grounder attack, I can’t be here. You know what happened before.” Clarke pointed out. It felt like it was ages ago when she was screaming in pain due to stress making everything overly complicated – and painful. She had to minimize the stress for her and the baby. It was the only way. Clarke closed the bag she had packed and lifted it, groaning slightly under the weight and at how her balance was suddenly so very off that she was swaying slightly. “Oops, forgot that my center of gravity isn’t the same anymore.” She pointed out as she caught herself on the bed. “I’m ready. We can leave.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

No. She definitely couldn't be here at all. Bellamy had sincerely hoped that the end of her pregnancy would have been more peaceful than the beginning of it. That she could give birth with ease, without stress and chaos surrounding them. He had seen the toll it had taken on his mother, the attempt to conceal stress for the appearance of being strong. He wanted their child to be brought into the world with less duress. But it didn't seem to be fated for such.

When Clarke lifted the bag, Bellamy hurried to her side, seeing the way it titled her. He promptly took the bag from her, hanging it over his shoulder as his other arm wrapped around her from behind for support. "You know even with our daughter inside of you, you're not too heavy to carry." It was a tease, meant to lighten the mood and help distract the tense circumstances that were causing their abrupt departure.

But it was also an assurance, that he could easily carry her if he needed to -- if she wasn't feeling up for the walk which would be entirely understandable. Keeping a firm hold around her, he led them to the door. Once opened, he saw that the scouts they had sent came back injured. Which meant, Abby would be needed here. He had briefly discussed the situation with her and she was in agreement of getting Clarke to safety. He didn't have time to fill the others in. Instead, he quickly led her through the back way, needing to get out of here before they were detected.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke leaned against Bellamy gratefully. She was a stubborn small to average sized young woman, so she wanted to walk for most of it. She was no invalid, just pregnant after all, but she knew all of this would be so much easier with Bellamy holding her to him like this, allowing her to hold her balance with him. He was strong enough to carry her all the way to the dropship – he proved it when he carried Finn all the way there, who was undoubtedly heavier than Clarke normally was. She had like a few pounds more now, so a bit more than Finn had weighed or around his weight. He could do it. It was reassuring.

She liked being able to walk out all by herself, though they had to be careful. The air was as clean as it got and she felt relatively good about this entire trip in that moment. She felt like the Grounders would not follow them. The Dropship was safe. They could be okay. She wanted them to be okay. Clarke held onto Bellamy, walking with him, in calculated steps. 

The first time she felt the pain, she managed to just make it sound like she was breathing harder, not letting it appear as if she was in pain. But the pain itself was harsh. It felt like a blunt knife was shoved into her, or more than one, ripping through her, but it settled soon. She could keep walking, in silence though, as she needed to concentrate on steps, on the forest floor around them, so she wouldn’t fall – not that Bellamy would let her fall. 

Slowly the area around them became more and more familiar. They were so close to the dropship now, she could almost imagine seeing it around the next former. But then she froze. Her hand flew to her stomach, clutching it tightly as the same pain ripped through her. She had survived jumping from a cliff, being beaten and all that, but this pain felt so much worse. This time she cried out, surprised and of course from the pain. “God that hurts so much.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy kept moving forward, ensuring he could give all the necessary support to Clarke. Physical, and emotional. He could hear her breathing pick up and wondered if it was from all the movement. He was fully prepared to carry her but would also wait until it was the only option left. Moving around was good for her, but not if she became too weak for it or if it was too physically taxing. He could see the dropship come into view, and in that moment, she let out a cry. He paused, quickly turning to her with his hand on her back in a comforting gesture.

"Contractions," he muttered under his breath. He had seen his mother give birth when he was a boy and had extensive conversations with Abby and Jackson regarding what should be expected. He wanted to be fully prepared for this. Fully equipped to handle it. Was she going to go into labor soon? He could tell by her face that something wasn't right, and it was making him damn worried. Keeping an army around her, they made their way to the drop ship as he pushed open the door, letting her step in before he followed suit, closing the door behind him and turning the wheel to ensure it remained closed. Once they had the shelter of it, he proceeded to set out the blanket, creating a make shift bed for her. He was forcing himself to ignore what this place represented. For there had been so much death here. Too much death. Quickly doing what he could to offer her a comfortable position, he helped her settle. "What are you feeling right now, Clarke?" He asked, trying to figure out if these were just casual contractions, or if there was something more going on.

[Clarke Griffin]

As soon as Bellamy realized what was happening, he seemed to remain so sure that Clarke felt herself relax just a little bit. He kept on going. He brought her to the dropship and started to settle everything, while Clarke alone had trouble to even sit down. Something was definitely not as she thought it would be. The dropship was not the problem at all. The problem was being alone. Clarke still remembered when she was in pain out in the wilderness on her way home, clutching her stomach where the baby was growing. Without Bellamy she would have lost the child. Without him their baby would be dead now. And without her mother. What if something went wrong now? There were so many complications during the pregnancy, what made her think that there wouldn’t be any now. The blonde sat down carefully. The place he prepared for her would do. It was sadly not the med bay, but it would have to do. His question, though, made her pause. What did she feel? 

She felt weird, in a way she couldn’t define. She could not define anything about what she felt. Only that she was having contractions. She needed a watch to know if they were becoming closer together. But part of her knew she didn’t need it. Part of her was fully aware of what happened. It was instinct. Clarke was just about to open her mouth, when she felt the change, the wetness. Well if that didn’t answer his question. “Our daughter is coming. My water just broke.” Their baby was about to be born in the dropship. Wonderful, just peachy. But better than in the middle of a war.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Her answer came out in actions rather than words. For he noticed the liquid that suddenly fell from between her legs . . . and then she vocalized it. Shit. Oh shit. The baby was coming. But, against any natural reaction Bellamy was compelled to have that involved panic and worry . . . he masked it. He had to. Additional stress was not good for Clarke. If he panicked now, he would only make the situation worse. It was what added further strain to a woman delivering; the pain, the stress, the panic. He was not going to be a contributing factor to that. "Alright," he said calmly. He pushed back all other concerns . . . fears.

But damn, they were strong in his heart. He wished Abby or Jackson were here. They would have a better idea as to how to deliver this baby. But, that wasn't the case. This was the situation they were presented with. This was what he had to focus on. They couldn't change it. They just had to deal with it. Setting everything up, he took Clarke's hand and helped her settled against the wall of the drop ship, so that she was seated in an upright position, her knees propped up. "We need to time your contractions," he told her, silently telling himself that this would be ok. The fear of screwing this up was too strong. The fear that one mistake on his part, could cost the life of the woman he loved and their daughter. He moved to the lower half of her body, reaching under her dress to pull off her undewear and toss it to the side while hosting up her extra large shirt so that it was bunched at her protruding stomach.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke allowed him to help her to settle against the wall. It was an interesting position. They needed to change something about that and luckily they could. This could take a long time still. They had time. She needed to be comfortable through all of this. Their daughter was on the way, yes. She wanted to finally meet them, it was only way too early. No. Wait. It was too early. It was too early and they could do nothing against it. They could do nothing to stop this process here and even in the Camp, it would have been too late already. Their daughter would come. But hopefully she would be fine. She had to be fine. What if she wasn’t fine? “It’s too early, Bell.” She whimpered finally, not meaning his idea to time her contractions. She was all for that. It gave them an idea. Another one was to see how far she was dialated already. But this was her concern.

“It’s too early. She needs to stay in there for another two or three weeks.” If not more. She could have been wrong about the time. What if she was wrong about the time? And then? Then she would lose her. What if she lost her? What if the baby would be stillborn? She had moved this day, Clarke knew the baby moved, but she was scared. All those scenarios ran through her head, wanting her to acknowledge them and make sure she was thoroughly panicked. Maybe she should get those pants off. And then she needed blankets, lots of them. “Bell… help me get the pants off and I need pillows for this wall. And blankets and… I’m scared. I’m so scared. We need my mom.”

Bellamy Blake