Hope

[Clarke Griffin]

“That she will. She is a Blake.” She was officially a Blake actually and that meant a lot. Both Blake siblings had displayed how strong they were, how much of fighters they were, how nothing could bring them down. It was a trait Clarke hoped her little girl had, too. She really hoped she had the Blake genes in that department. In many ways she wished for the Blake genes a lot more than she wished for the Griffin genes to come through. Clarke watched the two of them as Bellamy fed his daughter. Hope wasn’t drinking at first, too surprised to see her daddy holding her while drinking, but then after a slow tentative gulp, she seemed to like the tea and started to suck as if her life depended on it. Clarke reached out to gently stroke her daughters fingers, which earned her an annoyed wave with a tiny fist. She couldn’t help but grin at that.

“Such a little Blake. But at least she either likes the taste or she already notices she’s feeling a bit better with it.” She was drinking it so good, her eyes fixed on her Daddy. Clarke felt her heart swell at the sight of her two favorite people lost in this moment together. And she shouldn’t dare try to touch her daughter during it again. Suddenly she had an idea. Their baby was sick. There was one way to not only distract the sick baby, but also her worried sick father and her worried sick mother. For that she had to kick them out in a moment. Not really knowing what to do until then, Clarke positioned the cloth on Bellamys shoulder so he could burp his little princes, before moving to arrange her blanket and toy again. It was weird, but so very telling, how lost she felt to watch her daughter drink, but not be with her. One day she would have to get used to that. After all she almost would have never gotten to experience it to begin with. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but give a small smile at Clarke pointing out that she was a Blake. Even more so when she attempted to caress her daughter's fingers, only for Hope to react with annoyance. "She sure is," Bellamy agreed wholeheartedly. But, she was more than a Blake. "She's a Blake and a Griffin. That makes her the toughest person in this entire camp." A combination of both him and Clarke. A baby who was loved and doted on by practically everyone in Camp Jaha.

"Hopefully both. That way, we know what helps for next time." Bellamy knew this wouldn't be the only time she would be sick. That it would most likely happen again as she was still developing her immune system. It was normal he knew, but it was easier to accept that when Hope wasn't crying and causing her parents to feel panicked about her well being. When Clarke put the towel on his shoulder, he pulled the empty bottle from Hope's lips, causing her to whimper a little.

He then promptly put her over his shoulder and gently rubbed and patted her back. "Maybe we can even get her to sleep after this," he said in a low voice. She seemed to be somewhat calming down right now . . . he hoped the tea soothed her enough to lull her to sleep. He heard Hope let out a little burp, though Bellamy continued to rub her back having a feelng it wasn't the only one.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Ugh, don’t say that. I don’t want to think of that.” She really didn’t want to think of her beloved baby getting sick again. It was bad enough that she was sick right now. Again would just do Clarke in. She loved Hope with all her heart, she didn’t want her in pain. She had gone through so much to try and ensure her health, her being sick now hurt. And she really hoped it wouldn’t happen again anytime soon. Clarke longed to reach out for her baby again, but that was probably her distress mother thing. She wanted to have her little baby in her arms, especially when she was drinking. It felt wrong, but intellectually she knew Bellamy deserved this moment and wanted it more than anything, because he could normally not provide their daughter with food like Clarke could. She watched her boyfriend burp her when it occurred to her.  

It was something that might provide all of them with easy comfort and a sense of novelty that might distract them from the situation for a bit. “You burp her and put her to sleep, Bellamy. I will make something for us.” With that she moved to the bedroom. Scratching could be heard while she worked. It didn’t take her too long though. Clarke had pulled the mattress to the floor and made a blanket fort with the colorful fabrics and blankets they had. She put the fairy lights Monty had made for Bellamys and Clarkes room into it and placed Bellamys books there too. With all the pillows, she had made them a good nest… Then again Clarke was an expert at nesting by now. She had nested so massively after Hope was born. She had build little walls in the bed for them, had made a pillow-crib thing for the bed, kept fuzzing about Bellamys clothes, about Hopes, about furniture and all that.  

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't want to either. Their daughter getting sick was difficult to cope with. To know that their daughter was in pain and that there wasn't anything they could do to magically make it go away. He nodded at Clarke when she instructed him to put her to sleep after burping her. Though he couldn't help but feel curious as to what she had planned. He watched her go to their bedroom, hearing movement that only made him slightly raise his eyebrow. Settling Hope comfortably in his arms, he wiped off the remaining liquid from her burp before cradling her, and ever so gently rocking her.

"What's your mom up to?" He asked her, his words responded to with a little gurgle. She looked a bit better, or maybe the poor thing was just exhausted. "That's my guess too," he said jokingly, wanting her voice to help soothe her into sleep. He knew it didn't help when he wasn't calm. It only fueled a child's emotions of anxiety and distress. Bellamy leaned back against the couch, adjusting Hope so that she was nestled against his chest, his hand on the back of her head to support her, engulfing her in his warmth. "Do you need to hear a story tonight?" He asked her. His words were responded to with a yawn. "Don't seem so excited," he continued to tease his beloved daughter.

"I'll take that as a yes though," he added on, lowering his head so that his lips rested against the top of her head in a lingering kiss. He then proceeded to tell her one of the stories his mother had, one of the many that he often told her. He didn't have to for long before he could hear Hope's breathing steady and her body relax. She was asleep. He waited a few more moments before carefully standing up, ensuring not to jostle her too much. He made his way over to the room and what he saw, immediately brought a smile to his lips, a smile that touched his entire face even. "This looks amazing, Clarke," he commended as he made his way toward her. "Who knew you had a hidden talent for fort making," he further teased as he moved to sit next to her on the mattress.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke heard Bellamys voice from the other room, how he spoke to Hope as if she could reply and how she tried to reply through gurgles and noises. Once he had come home and Hope had erupted into a long slur of noises. Bellamy hung over her crib, watching her try to express herself, pretending to understand everything she said. It was a cute sight, one that Clarke would forever cherish. This was one of the stories she’d probably always tell about her little girl and Bellamy. It was innocent and cute and was so telling of who he was. While she listened to her family, she perfected the blanket fort. It looked comfortable and cozy, though probably more for the parents, she hoped Hope would like the change and excitement. 

When Bellamy came in, she reached for their daughter, pulling her into her arms to hold her close for a moment. There was a little blanket crib inside the fort for her, so they did not have to part with their sleeping daughter. With her sick, she knew it was important to the both of them to watch over her.

“I could have told you. I made the best forts from just a few blankets on the Ark. Down here we have SO MANY blankets and fairy lights and a mattress and pillows to make it from. I want to keep if forever.” She did, but it was not in the cards. They needed a bed more than a blanket fort. Clarke placed Hope in first, before crawling in after her. Then she placed another blanket over her baby, hoping she was comfortable. “Come on in, Blake. We have books in here!” And enough room to cuddle and just talk while watching their child sleep and hopefully sleep off her sickness.

Bellamy Blake