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Marcus looked down at the table for a moent she she asked him if he had ever come close. In truth, he supposed not, but there had been someone whom he supposed could have gotten close if she had not betrayed him. He knew that he was too blame, but he had felt betrayed by her non the less. Because of that he had become driven and not opened up to anyone like he would need to be in order to find someone who could love him. He had not let anyone that close. Since he had asked many personal questions of her, he felt he owed her something. An answer of some sort, rather then just a dismissed no.

"We can start by no apologizing, Callie. If we are to be friends, then we should be able to speak openly to each other." Clearly they both wanted to learn more about each other, and in turn both had apologized for asking questions. "And to give you an answer, I would say no. I've never come close. There was a girl once, a long time ago who might have gotten close enough for it to begin getting close, but she was a cadet, and i was her training officer. I didn't want anything to taint her rising in the ranks, nor to reflect badly on myself as I was aiming for a promotion--so I broke thing off with her, intending to seek her out once she was an officer and no longer under my command. However, I would learn she had applied for a permit to have a child with another man before I had broken up with her."

" . . . I have never really gotten close to anyone since." He knew she would do the math, she was a smart girl. She could tell how long ago that was because he had not been a training officer in years. Many years--and he had spent them alone. "How about you? How did you know this husband was the one?"

“The very same.” No, not the very same. This was not the girl he had knew, this was someone new. He could see it on her. Not just in the clothing, but in how far she had come since they had put her on the dropship, buckled her in, and shipped her off to die. “Sit down, please. I am guessing you will have a lot of questions.” That was an understatement. “Like how I became the commander?" That was good place to start.

"Honestly, I have not a single clue on how exactly that happened. I was apparently suddenly selected to be Commander.” Marcus lifted his hands to fold over his chest, his feet slightly apart and even with his shoulders. It was a stand of power, and defense. He was not going to hold his power over her, as he knew he was no longer her chancellor, but nor was going to sit down and welcome this news without raising the needed questions first. "I thought they believed in reincarnation?" He asked, knowing Lexa had once told him this. Marcus has asked many questions on their culture and military rankings while spending time with Lexa, and she had answered many--which was why he was shocked to see them following her.

It also made him wonder what it had cost her to get here. She had left her people, and now she ruled another one? What had she done to gain the power?

“You know, you are allowed to put him down. You don't want to, do you?” Marcus looked up at he for a moment after hearing her voice, but he smiled back down at his son before answering her. "Then he might get cold." He teased, knowing they had blankets made to keep infants warm, and that he was only using it as an excuse--and he knew she'd know that too. In truth, he was still in awe of being a father, after never having though he would be. It had not been in his plan. Now it was the only plan he had figured out.

“How are the two of you?” She asked and he looked back up at her. "He has been sleeping for about half an hour." He'd read that they normally sleep for two hours or so at a time, so he wasn't planning on moving any time soon. Not unless Bellamy work up sooner and needed something. Marcus patted the seat beside him, so she would come on over and sit with them. "How do you feel?" He asked, watching her face for the real answer, knowing she'd try to play it off. They might have started off the parenting thing rocky, as she had not told him about his son until she was a few months pregnant, but they had worked past such things.

Marcus held his son in his arms, and moved toward his bedroom to lay him on the bed. He was still new to being a father, but in moments when he held his sleeping son, or when Bellamy who was three, looked up at him with a bright smile--he couldn't feel anything but gratefulness and pride. Yet as he layed his son down on the bed, and pulled the blanket over him; Marcus felt a sadness for all that he missed. He wasn't sure why Aurora thought he shouldn't be in his son's life, or what he had done to make her think he wouldn't want to be there for her, but whatever he had done it had cost him three years of his son's life.

But he was not going to fail his son again.

Marcus stood there and stared down at his sleeping son, until he heard a knock at the door. Turning he walked out of the room and pulled the door shut. He knew that Aurora had moved to factory since dropping out of the cadet program, and that they often had single room homes there. He had so much space, and was planning on making his son a room here. He wanted Bellamy to go to school in this sector, and have all the benefits that Marcus could give him. He just wasn't sure what that would mean for Aurora, or if she would even agree.

Aurora Blake had come to him a month ago and told him he had a son. That his son was asking about his father and so she was coming to tell him only now about it. They had been secretly being together when Marcus was her training officer, and he had started falling in love with her. Knowing that it would kill both of their careers for a cadet to be sleeping with her teacher, he had broken things off with her before any more emotion could make it harder. However he would learn a few days later that she had applied for a permit to have a baby with another man before he had broken up with her. He discovered he might have felt more for her then he understood because the betrayal of that new had left Marcus withdrawn for both friends and pushing himself head first into his career.

A year of nothing but hard work had brought three promotions as he had moved from from a training officer to supervisory officer. From there he worked himself into the chief officer for a sector--in which all the guards in the manufacturing station reported to him. He had not been there long when he was moved to the political station (Alpha), and it was clear he was being groomed for commander. From there, the only promotion left would be joining the council, and even perhaps one day becoming the chancellor. It was in these days that he had been 28, and meet an 18 year told cadet whom had off the charts testing scores, but struggled with physical abilities needed to be a guard. She had been bold enough to ask him for help, and he had decided that he could help her.

Now, three and a half years later, he was the 32 year old commander of the guard--youngest ever--and had been openly and publicly dating a fellow officer. As she never reported directly to him it was not seen as favoritism, and he made sure that any promotion she received came from the direct recommendation of her supervisory officers, and never once from him. @callie moved up through the ranks based on her brains, rather then Marcus.

It was in this time of his life that Aurora had come to him with the news of his three year old son, whom would be turning four very soon.

Marcus walked by Callie on his way to the door, and his hand caught her's for a moment to give it a squeeze as he went to the door. She had done a lot to make tonight easy for everyone, and he was grateful. He dropped her hand as he passed her and moved to open the door, and gesture for Aurora to come in, so he could shut the door behind her. "He is sleeping." Marcus explained, still not on comfortable terms with Aurora. He had been angry for a while, but now he mostly blamed himself for not being whatever she needed him to be to allow him to have been there since Bellamy's birth.

"Thank you," She told him, and Marcus smiled down at her, "You are welcome," He knew he sounded arrogant, but he couldn't help it. "I appreciate you stepping in. However, I did not decline one man's invitation to dance only to accept another's. So if that is your intention, then perhaps I am not the best company to keep." Marcus felt his brows raise, and she smile widen. He had never seen her stand up to him like this. She had opened up a lot due to their training, but she always seemed aware of his rank, and kept that over him--never saw him as a man.

He slowly moved his hands from her hips, and held them up for a moment, to make a teasing show if it, before dropping them down. "Then share a drink with me." He told her, not thinking about her not knowing who he was, though he wondered if she did since she wasn't talking to him like he was his rank. "Please," He added on to make it sound less like a command. "We can drink it too finishing this part of your training, and whatever great things that you will do next."

The idea behind the 'kangaroo care' came form Earth as a way to comfort early borns, and had been used on the Ark since the beginning for all infants. With the sounds of the engines, and the cool temperatures, infants needed that extra comfort. Therefore, it was why Marcus was sitting on his couch, his feet prompted up on his table, and he was staring down at his son who rested skin to skin on his chest.

He was in awe at the feeling of being a father. Marcus couldn't explain it. He had never thought much about being a father, as even his own had never been in his life for extended amounts of time, but looking down at his son he knew that he'd do whatever the hell it took to make sure he protected him in every way that he could. It was a love he had never known, but he felt it toward this tiny human now. His son. Bellamy Kane. Lifting his hand he gently placed it on the back of his son's head and lowered his head to inhale the smell of the new born, before he kissed his son's head. Marcus moved his own to rest on the back of the couch, and stare down at his perfect son.