Bellamy laid in bed book in hand, Clarke next to him pencil rapidly moving back and forth. He glanced over to see a look of concentration plastered on her face. A light smile growing on his lips, god he loves this woman.

Her pencil comes to an abrupt stop "What's wrong?" Bellamy asked his voice laced with concern upon noticing the look on Clarke's face. She shook her head rapidly, her hand quickly coming up to cover her mouth. Her other hand speedily unraveling herself from the blankets. In a flash she was rushing to the bathroom. Just in time she made it to the toilet emptying all the contents of her stomach. She felt her hair being pulled away, Bellamy's hand rubbing her back soothingly.

After dry heaving for a few more minutes she releases the toilet from her tight grasp. Bellamy sat against the wall holding his arm open for her to lean into him. She slowly slid into his arms laying her head on his chest.

"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked, softly petting her head to soothe her.

She nodded against him "yeah, I think it must have been a bad batch of algae, or something."

"Are you sure that's it? Because I ate it too, and I feel fine." He questioned

"Maybe I'm just coming down with something" she considered. Bellamy nodded, tugging her closer to press a delicate kiss to her head.

They laid there on the floor till Bellamy heard the sound of Clarke softly snoring. The sound of her sleeping peacefully put a small smile on his face; but his forehead was still creased in worry. He sighed trying to stop his mind from coming up with all the worst case scenarios, seeing that Clarke and him were magnets for worst case scenarios. Bellamy carefully detangled himself from Clarke, pulling her in his arms to carry her to their bed.

Once Clarke was settled against his chest Bellamy closed his eyes trying to get at least some sleep; but his mind was racing too fast. He sighed running his hand over his face, he pulled Clarke closer listening to the soft sound of her breathing.

A week later Clarke was still not any better, and Bellamy still wasn't sleeping. Bellamy was sitting on the edge of the bed when Clarke emerged from the bathroom; a smirk formed on her lips as she strutted towards him. She climbed onto his lap, her hands coming to rest on both his cheeks. "Hi," she whispered, her forehead coming to rest on his.

A smile of his own growing on his face "hi, princess" he whispered back. She pulled back stroking her thumb over his cheek, her face growing serious "you need to stop worrying about me and get some sleep" she felt like she was going to cry looking at the bags forming under his eyes. He looked so tired and she couldn't help but feel responsible.

He looked down at the floor "easier said than done" he spoke more to himself then her. She slipped off of him grabbing his hand in hers, "come on." She pulled him up and over to the side of the bed, pulling the blanket back. She laid down dragging him with her, she laid his head on her chest and he fell asleep listening to the soft lull of her heartbeat.

When he woke up the first thing he noticed is that Clarke was awake, staring at the ceiling with an odd look on her face. "Aren't I supposed to be the one awake at all hours worrying" Bellamy joked. Clarke didn't move her brow, only creasing further.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked gently, growing more serious.

She turned to him smiling reassuringly "yeah, fine. I was just thinking." he brought his hand to rest on her hip, his thumb slowly stroking her side.

"About what?" He prompted her to continue lightly. Her hand came to rest his cheek "I'm... I'm scared" she whispered tears glistening her eyes.

He shook his head "don't be, whatever it is we'll face it together." He spoke confidently.

She sat up, looking anywhere but him, he followed, resting his hand on her back."I think I know why I've been sick." he nodded, signaling her to continue; bracing himself for whatever she's about to say. "I'm pregnant" she breathed out a hopeful smile planted on her face, finally turning to face him. For all the things he thought she was gonna say that wasn't one of them. His lips were on hers before she could even comprehend what was going on. His eyes were filled with tears when he pulled away a smile lighting up his entire face.

"A baby" he spoke quietly in awe.

"You're okay with this?" she whispered apprehensively.

"Of course Clarke, nothing would make me happier."

Clarke beamed up at him "we're gonna be a family." Bellamy rested his forehead against hers, "we already are princess."

They fell back asleep, curled up together. Bellamy was still having trouble wrapping his head around the whole thing; Clarke was pregnant. Pregnant with their child. He can't help to feel nervous and scared, but he can't help also feeling wonder. Sheer amazement, that his child - that their child - I inside her right now. He can't help but feel hope for their future.

Bellamy was sleeping peacefully beside a wide awake Clarke. "It's hard to sleep with all that thinking you're doing" Bellamy broke the silence startling Clarke.

"Sorry, go back to sleep; you need it"

"Not until you tell me what's bothering you, if it's-"

"No, no that's not what the problem is at all" she cut him off before his mind could jump to any more conclusions. "I'm happy about the baby. I never thought..I didn't think I could have this you, kids, happiness. And I am, happy. I'm just worried about Madi. What if she thinks I;m replacing her" Bellamy was quick to shake his head.

"Just because you are having a baby doesn't mean you'll love Madi any less, and you'll tell Madi that and she'll understand. Madi will be happy about the baby, she'll be a great big sister. Everything is going to work out just fine."

They were sitting up in bed, Clarke's head resting in the crook of Bellamy's neck. "Do you... do you think we would have met if the bombs never went off and we grew up on earth, lived a normal life?"

"I like to think that we would have" he kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping he would never need to remember what she smelled like, because she would always be right there beside him. He doesn't like to think of any possible universe in which he doesn't know Clarke Griffin.

"What would you have wanted to be if you were born then?"

He paused thinking about it for a second before answering "a history teacher probably, maybe a cop. What about you?

"Maybe a doctor, or an artist." She pulled away just enough to face him "your wife."

He let out a laugh "you already are all those things." The smile she gave him was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, it was breathtaking. They both leaned in meeting in the middle. She leaned back against him, his arms came around her resting where their child lay.

He tilted his head so his lips rested on her shoulder, his eyes on her stomach, his thumb soothingly stroking her belly.

Clarke stared out the window into vast space, her face pinched together in a frown, mind racing. She felt Bellamy's arms wrap around her too preoccupied to notice him approaching. He let out a sigh when his hands found her 5 month pregnant stomach, he placed a lingering kiss to her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

She turned around in his arms "I'm just thinking about what happens when everybody wakes up and we have to go down to a planet that nobody knows anything about." She hesitates taking in a deep breath "It's just been so nice, peaceful, nothing to worry about. And now with the baby how are we supposed to keep the baby safe" she was almost at the point of hysterical.

"Hey," he said calmly, placing both of his hands on her cheeks. "Hey look at me, nothing is going to happen to the baby."

She shook her head, tears rapidly streaming down her face, "You can't promise that."

"You're right I can't. But I can promise that I will fight until my last breath to keep you and the baby safe. And we don't know what's going to happen but we can take everything as it comes, we will figure it out together." He pulled her into him as she nodded against him.

"We're safe here, the baby's safe here, I'm just scared that everything will change, that we won't be able to protect our baby" she sniffled, he soothingly stroked her back.

She let out a startled gasp, causing Bellamy's eyes to fill with worry. She pulled his hand to her belly, his hand large covering her whole stomach. The baby kicked again, and Bellamy felt it. He couldn't help but beam at it in wonder. His smile seemed to calm Clarke down.

Bellamy gave Clarke a smirk consumed with this sudden desire "Dance with me"

She released a small chuckle "What? But there's no music"

"I don't care, I want to dance with you" he smiled grabbing her hand and spinning her. She let out a loud giggle and all her worries subsided. He pulled her against him gently swaying his forehead coming to rest on hers. "I'm really glad you're my best friend" he whispered softly, catching her off guard by spinning her again. "Easy there precious cargo and all" she laughed. He looked down at her words both his hands coming back to rest on her stomach he smiled "I love you"