Title: The Secrets We Don't KeepPairing: Clarke Griffin/Bellamy BlakeFandom: The 100Rating: K+/TDisclaimer: Don't own the 100Summary: The one in which Clarke thinks that she's kept the fact that she's pregnant (and that Bellamy is the father) a secret, but she really hasn't.
"I can help."
"You broke your leg." Clarke glared at Finn when he hopped towards her with his crutches. "The best way to help is to stay seated somewhere with your leg up!"
"But-." Finn looked around. "I'm sure there's something I can do while seated."
"There's another boy with a broken leg here and I can't-." Clarke's eyes widened as she stared down at the floor.
"Clarke, are you okay?" Finn frowned as he came a little closer.
"Did we just spring a leak?" Clarke asked, hopeful.
Finn blinked and shook his head. "Why would we-?"
"Then I'm not okay." She bit back the pain. "My water just broke."
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Get Bellamy! Now!" She nearly fell from the pain that jolted through her. "This baby is coming!"
"Are you sure that I should leave you a-?"
"I need Bellamy!"
"Right!" Finn nodded. "I'm on it!" He then began to hop away as fast as his crutches would allow him to.
Clarke somehow made it towards a wall and leaned hard against it, her hands on her stomach as she began to breathe through the intense pain.
Finn must've found Octavia before he found Bellamy, because the girl came racing towards her, eyes wide in horror and face pale. She had Lincoln with her, and it was a good thing too, because Octavia was a mess of nerves and no use whatsoever while she rambled on and on in absolute terror.
Lincoln, bless his soul, took one look at Clarke and lifted her into his arms. "We're taking you to your house. You need to be as relaxed as possible."
Clarke stared up at him and whimpered. "But the patients-."
"Screw the patients!" Octavia's community spirit had apparently died a horrific death at this point. "My niece is going to be born! She takes priority!" She looked around as she followed after Lincoln, who had already cleared out of the medical bay and was striding towards Bellamy's cabin. "Where is my damned brother?"
Clarke couldn't keep back the scream as a contraction hit her hard.
Octavia nearly jumped five feet in the air at that sound and her terror grew visibly on her face as she turned to look at Clarke. "I'm-uh-I'm going to find my brother!" And with that she ran away.
Lincoln snorted in visible amusement at his girlfriend before he somehow managed to open the front door and kick the door closed behind him. He made it to Clarke's room and laid her down on the bed before he left without a word. She could hear him in the living room stoking the dying embers into a fire once more, and then he was back in the bedroom with her.
"Where's Bellamy?" Clarke winced as she tried to find a comfortable poistion, one that would alleviate the pain if just a little bit, but couldn't.
"He will be here," Lincoln assured her.
It surprised her just how much she actually wanted Bellamy here, and it wasn't because he was the father of the child, or because he was the only one of them who'd actually witnessed a birth before, but because she wanted him there. She wanted his presence, knew she'd feel comforted by it, and even if he merely stood in the doorway she'd feel safer.
She wanted him here. She wanted him with her. Where was he?
Suddenly the front door banged open, the sound echoed towards the bedroom, as did that of huried feet, and then Bellamy flung himself into the room, eyes wide.
Clarke screamed out as another contraction hit her. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" She then promptly started to cry and was mortified at that fact, but her emotions were a little crazy at the moment.
Bellamy patted Lincoln's shoulder in an obviously gratfeul way, and then was by her side on the bed. "We're having the baby."
"I'm having the baby!" She glared at him before she whimpered and reached out to grab his shirt. "Bellamy, it hurts."
He swallowed, his face contorted, and he moved closer to her on the bed. He cradled her shoulders in his arms. "I'm sorry."
Clarke breathed loudly, rapidly, through her mouth as she leaned against him, still gripping at his shirt. "This baby is coming soon."
"I agree." Lincoln nodded. "The contractions are close together." He raised an eyebrow. "You've been in labor for hours already."
Bellamy's eyes widened and he turned to Clarke. "Is he telling the truth?"
She merely flinched.
"People needed me!" She couldn't believe that even during the labor they were going to fight.
"I can't believe you!" And yet Bellamy was caressing her hair. "You're impossible to take care of."
Octavia appeared in the doorway with Raven by her. "Is it over yet?"
"Of course it isn't over yet." Raven rolled her eyes at Octavia and entered the room. "What do you guys need me to do?"
Lincoln moved towards Raven and began telling her exactly what he needed.
Clarke could hear Miller, Jasper and Monty talking in hisses in the living room, as well as the sound of their boots as they paced back and forwards. She screamed as another contraction hit, and the paces stoppped simultaneously outside, before resuming even faster.
"You can do this," Bellamy pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We're going to meet our baby, Clarke."
She laughed at his excitement and nodded. When he offered her his hand she gripped it, tightly, as another contraction hit.
The blonde wasn't used to being the patient and not the doctor, but her mind soon forgot all those technicalities as she listened to Bellamy and Lincoln, trusted them to do this right and guide her through it. The pain increased as time went by, and with it her irritability.
"You need to push!" Bellamy coached her. "Push!"
"I am pushing!" She snapped at him and turned to Lincoln. "Tell him to shut up!"
Lincoln merely smirked at them and told Octavia to get him something.
Raven, following Lincoln's instructions, examined Clarke before she shot up, eyes wide. "I see a head. I think this is it guys!"
The pacing in the living room grew still.
"Come on, Clarke." Raven grinned. "Push that sucker out!"
Lincoln placed his hand on Octavia's shoulder when the girl came barrelling into the room with a large bowl of warm water.
Clarke was sure she broke Bellamy's hand as she squeezed him tightly and pushed. The pain was excruciating but that only meant that they were almost there, almost over, about to meet their child. It was that knowledge that gave her the strength to push harder, and harder, until suddenly the pain lessened to a degree and Octavia was there with a fresh set of sheets, cradling the blood-covered child and grinning. "It's a boy!"
A cheer went up from the living room.
Raven smirked. "Told ya it was a boy."
Octavia ignored her.
Lincoln gave the child a little pat on the butt to encourage it to take its first breath out of the womb and the child let out a pelting wail.
Bellamy's eyes widened and he swallowed before he smiled at Clarke tenderly. "We have a son."
Clarke nodded before the pain hit again.
"It's okay," Bellamy pressed a kiss to her temple as he kept his arms cradled around her shoulders. "It's the afterbirth. You'll be fine. This is normal."
"Uh, guys?" Raven looked up. "Does the afterbirth have hair?"
Clarke looked up at that. "What?"
Bellamy's eyes widened. "Are you saying-?"
Clarke suddenly screamed as another large contraction speared through her.
"Oh my god." Octavia's eyes were wide as saucers. "There's another one in there." She turned to Lincoln. "There's two of them!" She looked terrified again. "What do we do?"
The pacing continued even worse than before in the living room.
"Push!" Raven laughed, excitement in her voice. "Push!"
Clarke did as told, and after more burning pain another Blake was born. This time it was Lincoln who was ready to receieve the child in clean sheets, and when it too burst out into wails he smiled and turned towards the parents. "A girl."
"I knew it!" Octavia laughed. "Aunt instincts never fail!"
Bellamy stared up at his children, whom Octavia and Lincoln went to wash the gunk off with the large bowl of warm water she'd brought in previously. He then turned to Clarke and surprised the tired woman by swooping down and pressing a hard yet tender kiss to her lips. He kissed her deeply, mind-blowingly, and then he pulled away to kiss her forehead once more.
Clarke licked her lips, confused and elated, before the discomfort of delivering the afterbirth cut in and took over.
"You know what this means, right?" Octavia asked.
"That they need another crib?" Raven raised an eyebrow.
"No." Octavia shook her head. "Lincoln should be the godfather of the one that isn't Miller's godchild."
"No." Bellamy interrupted. "He's the uncle. It's a different poistion all together."
There was silence and then Octavia spoke, her voice watery as if she was trying to keep her emotions in check. "You're right."
"Of course I am." Bellamy sounded arrogant. "Now get out. She needs to rest."
The girls snickered and then the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard.
Bellamy sighed and got into bed next to her. He pressed a kiss to the half-asleep blonde's forehead before he went to sleep.
Clarke stood over the cradle the two babies shared, and smiled softly down at her children: Aurora and Jake Griffin-Blake. They were so incredibly beautiful, both already had full heads of dark hair, just like their father, and their skin tone matched his as well, but at least Aurora had her mama's eyes. She had yet to see Jake awake to see if he had her or Bellamy's eyes.
She'd fed Aurora when the child began to fuss, and while it'd pained slightly it had felt right. She was a little insecure about pulling up her shirt like this while Bellamy slept in the room, but how she figured it, he'd seen her breasts already and he'd be seeing enough of them considering that she would be breastfeeding her children frequently, so it was best to get over the embarrassment from now.
Jake whimpered and opened his eyes, obviously hungry.
Clarke smiled. It seemed that he'd gotten his father's eyes. Just like the first pair of Blake siblings, the girl had blue eyes and the boy had brown.
It was perfect.
She lifted her son when he cried out, and held him to her heart. He started to feed instinctively and calmed down.
Clarke hummed, as she had with Aurora, and cradled her son near while he fed. A part of her wanted to go see how the patients were doing, but she didn't think her sore body (or Bellamy) would let her get as far as the door. And anyway, now that her children were here she didn't want them out of her sight.
"You should've woken me up." Bellamy slipped from the bed, voice sleepy. "I would've brought them to you."
She smiled as she rocked their son. "They're beautiful."
He stopped and stared at her, and when he spoke his voice was hoarse. "They take after their mother."
"Please, your son is a miniature version of you." She shook her head and pressed a kiss to Jake's head.
Bellamy was silent as he watched her in the darkness, and Clarke didn't know why he did it, but she liked it.