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The Secrets We Don't Keep 4b/? 
22nd-Jul-2014 09:34 pm
Title: The Secrets We Don't Keep
Pairing: Clarke Griffin/Bellamy Blake
Fandom: The 100
Rating: K+/T
Disclaimer: Don't own the 100
Summary: 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.

"Bellamy said we could be flower girls at your wedding!" Little Sasha smiled. The girl was usually very bubbly, but right now she was even more bubbly as she jumped up and down in exitement. She was apparently the official spokesgirl of the group of young girls congregated around Clarke. "It's going to be amazing!"

"It's winter though, so there are no flowers." Glass made a face. She was one of the youngest survivors of the original 100, and yet was extremely mature. In some aspects she was more mature than some of the older kids. "So we're going to have to get creative someway."

"It doesn't matter," Jessa declared. She was one of the prettiest girls in camp and already had many of the young boys following after her like puppies. "It'll be so beauitful and romantic!"

"When I get older, I want to find my own Bellamy Blake and have my own baby, and be just like you!" Sasha declared as a romantic sigh escaped her lips.

Clarke stared down at the children, not wanting to shatter their illusions of future romance and yet wanting to point out that she and Bellamy weren't like that.

"You'll be a beautiful bride, Clarke." Jessa grinned as she hugged her hands to her heart. "It's so exciting! We're going to have our frist wedding since we came to earth!"

"It's been so wonderful since you've gotten that baby in there." Glass grinned and gave a couple of excited jumps as well. "Nothing but nice things have happened since then!"

Sasha tilted her head as she eyed Clarke's stomach in grave concentration. "How did the baby get in there?"

Clarke's eyes widened in utter horror at the question. "Uh, look, I'm being called. I, uh, I need to go. Bye girls!" She hurried away, face burning, and armed with yet another reason to kill Bellamy Blake.

"We were thinking: fireworks!" Jasper splashed his hands out as he gazed up into the sky.

Monty nodded, the two friends having made up while commisersating over their loss of the Godfather elections. "Nothing too flashy, but tasteful."

"Especially since there won't be any flowers for who knows how long." Jasper nodded in excitement. "What do you think?"

Clarke was in the medical bay (despite Bellamy's mumblings that she needed to be banned from there until after the baby was born) sorting through medical supplies. "What are we going to use fireworks for? Intimidation of any Grounders that might come close?" She made a face. "Because it makes more sense to not waste the explosive powders you guy and Raven have been able to create that way when you can instead-."

"No, we mean we want to make fireworks in honor of the first wedding held in our village!" Jasper grinned brightly. "No one here has seen actual fireworks, the closest thing was when the Exodus ship crashed..." he flinched when he remembered that her mother was supposed to have been on the Exodus ship. "What I'm saying is that everyone's so excited and want to prepare for the wedding; everyone is contributing really good ideas and we didn't want to be left behind. It's going to be our first wedding and I thought it would be awesome to make the event even more memorable by lighting off fireworks."

"We've gone over the books that the scouts have found on their numerous trips out, and we really think we've got it downpat-the ingredients and everything." Monty was just as excited as Jasper. "It would be so incredibly cool! And what other situation would we have to use fireworks? Like you said, the explosive powder is better used in a tactical situation, but our people have never been able to truly appreciate the beauty around us. It would be a wonderful opportunity to end the celebration by lighting up the sky and reminding them that life isn't just about survival."

Clarke opened her mouth and then closed it because she couldn't bring herself to disagree with the last part of what Monty had said.

"Look at her!" Jasper gushed. "She's speechless!" He hugged Clarke. "Don't worry, we'll make them the most beautiful fireworks ever." He turned to his best friend. "Come on, Monty. We've got work to do."

Monty flashed Clarke a large grin before he, and Jasper, took off to create fireworks in celebration of the marriage that wouldn't happen.

Clarke groaned.

She was going to kill Bellamy for getting her in this situation!

The only reason Bellamy wasn't made to suffer the second he returned that evening was because Clarke had thought she was in labor. She'd never seen Bellamy that nervous before, and figured she'd never see it again either, except, of course, when she actually did go into labor for real.

"Are you sure you're not in labor?" Bellamy paced the floor.

"I'm sure," she sighed as she lay in bed. "It's called Braxton Hicks contractions. They are your body's way of getting ready for the real thing but aren't a sign that labor has begun or is getting ready to begin."

"How can you be sure that it's this Braxton Hicks thing and not the real deal?" Bellamy wanted to know.

"Well, I don't feel them anymore, and the labor wouldn't have just stopped on its own." She raised an eyebrow.

"I should've been here."

"I wasn't in labor."

"This time." He glared at her. "What about next time?"

"Everything will be fine, Bellamy." She let out a sigh. "Even if you're not here, all I have to do is stumble out the front door and I'll have the whole village to help me."

He was not pleased with this answer. "I am going to give Miller more responsibility. He can handle it." Bellamy came to sit down next to her on the bed. "Next time I'll be here and you won't go through this alone."

She raised an eyebrow. "There's no way you'll miss the birth, Bellamy. The gates are closed for winter. As soon as I go into labor you'll have a whole village coming for you."

Bellamy still didn't look happy. "I've been talking to some of your interns, getting them prepared for when you give birth." At her shocked look his unhappy expression grew. "I'm the only one here who has actually witnessed a birth, not even you have had that experience. I know how dangerous it can be and while I'm going to be here when it happens I want your interns to be ready to assist and to be useful if they're needed."

Clarke stared up at him as all the annoyance and frustration she'd felt towards him all day melted. "You really take care of me."

He faltered at that and blinked before he cleared his throat and nodded. "Of course I do."

She chuckled softly at that cocky declaration. "I'm still not marrying you, though." She leaned harder against the bed. "You're going to have to break the news to the village since you're the one who went around spreading telling everyone lies." She remembered something and turned to look at him curiously. "What did you have to talk to Lincoln about? You are always wary around him so I'm surprised you searched him out."

"You've been busy so I'm not surprised you haven't noticed." He must've finally decided that she was fine afterall, because Bellamy stopped pacing and threw himself next to her on the bed. "The Grounder and I have come to an understanding of sorts. He knows what the Grounders do to help their pregnant women, the herbs, the ways that Grounder women give birth-he's been useful."

Clarke's eyes widened. "You and Lincoln have been spending time chatting about pregnant Grounder women?"

Bellamy gave a nod.

She snickered at the thought. "Octavia must be jealous at the fact that she isn't the only one that Lincoln spends his time with anymore."

"She's emanating pure insecurity," Bellamy teased as he turned his browns on her. "I don't blame her though. After all, I am the better looking Blake."

Clarke laughed, highly amused at Octavia's expense. "Yes, you are." She agreed.

Bellamy grinned brighter. "So you admit you find me attractive."

"Of course I find you attractive," she snorted at the thought of anyone not finding Bellamy visually appealing. "I always have." She raised an eyebrow. "It was your personality I had an issue with."

He snorted in laughter as he turned to face her on the bed. "Way to kick me down right when I'm relishing your praise."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, your personality has improved," she teased. "In fact, most of the time I don't want to bash you over the head."

"Most of the time," he pouted and yet there was an obvious smile there.

"Yeah, most of the time but definitely not all of the time." She nodded. "Like today? The whole day I was ready to float you."

"What changed your mind?" He asked, curious. "Because I was ready for you to come at me with an axe once I stepped through the front door."

"Well, other than the fact that I thought I might be in labor?" She raised an eyebrow. "You reluctantly accepting Lincoln and his place in this village by going to him for help really helped." She smiled at his smile. "But I'm still not marrying you."

"So you say, but you seem to find it hard to tell me no." Bellamy had a self-assured and cocky smile that made her want to hit him. "I think that by the time this wedding is ready, you'll be willing."

"Did you get a concussion?" She asked with no ire. "I already told you why I won't marry you. That's not going to change."

"I stand by what I said," Bellamy smiled secretively as he turned onto his back and looked at the ceiling. "Do you want me to put more wood in the fire?"

She shook her head. "It's very warm, maybe later."

He cleared his throat. "The cradle's finished, by the way."

Clarke's eyes widened in shock. "Really? That's amazing! They've taken so long to get it made that I was worried this baby would be born and he or she would have to be on the bed with me."

"Well, they'd gotten a couple of other cradles finished earlier on, but I didn't approve of them so they had to be sent back and redone. Some of them weren't strong enough, others looked like the kid would get a splinter if he or she just looked at it, and some of them were so short they were almost on the ground-or so small the baby would outgrow it in a month or so." Bellamy made a face. "They've finally finished something that I like, approve of, and something that the baby will be able to grow in without it getting crowded." He made a face. "I had to bring Jasper and Monty in as consultants for certain things and had to promise them that if something 'unfortunate' happened to Miller there would be a re-election for godfather."

Clarke just stared at him. "You didn't."

"Miller better watch his back," Bellamy snickered.

She slapped his chest and laughed as she shook her head. "You're horrible!"

"I know." His smile grew. "I've learnt to live with that fact."

Clarke laughed before she hissed and sat up straighter as another contraction hit her.

All laughter left Bellamy as he sat up in seconds. "What is it?"

"Contraction..." she winced in the pain, and reached over to grab Bellamy's hand, instinctively seeking him.

"Is this it?" Bellamy wanted to know, desperate. "Is it time?"

Clarke shook her head. "I don't… I don't think so."

"How can you be sure?" Bellamy's voice was breathless, his eyes wide. "Clarke. What if-?"

"Bellamy, just-I need you to be calm for me."

That seemed to do wonders, because Bellamy nodded and even his face betrayed nothing as he rubbed her back and let her squeeze his hand tightly throughout the contractions. He didn't say a thing, merely stayed there for her until the contractions grew further and further apart and they eventually stopped, much like they had before.

Finally, Clarke was able to lean against her pillow with a sigh. "It's over."

Bellamy licked his lips. "Do you need anything?"

She shook her head and turned to stare at him. "Thanks."

"I didn't really do anything," he muttered softly.

"You don't understand how much you do for me, Bellamy, by just being there and letting me crush your hand." She let out a soft chuckle before she yawned, so tired. "I think I'm going to sleep now."

"You should." Bellamy cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, that's two different sets of false labor pains… I'm going to stay up tonight just in case-."

"I'm not going to go into labor tonight." She leveled him with a look.

"You don't know that." He frowned at her. "And I don't want to be sleeping in my room and not hear you when you need me."

Clarke could see the determination in his eyes, and she sighed. "You can sleep here."

His eyes widened.

"What?" She looked away, embarrassed. "It wouldn't be the first time you fell asleep on this bed."

"Yeah, but, uh, never with invitation." He rubbed the back of his head and wouldn't look at her. "But I'm going to take you up on that offer before you change your mind."

"You do that."

Bellamy suddenly smiled brightly at her before he pulled the sheets up over him. "I can get used to this."

Clarke turned her back on him and closed her eyes. "Don't."

He chuckled and settled in to sleep.

Clarke usually had problems falling asleep during the nights (despite how tired she always was) due to the aches in her body, but she found that that night she fell asleep relatively easy. And when she awoke to find Bellamy curled around her from behind, his arm curved over her stomach and keeping her anchored to him, she couldn't stop the soft smile that curved her lips.

She snuggled back against the father of her child, positioned his hand more fully around her, and closed her eyes.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

23rd-Jul-2014 05:14 am (UTC)
Aww, they're so freaking adorable. I love everything about this fic.
23rd-Jul-2014 05:52 pm (UTC)
I'm enjoying writing this like you don't even know!!! lol
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