𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 | 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄

19. clarke's pov

"There it is," Aurora says, her gaze off into the distance. I could see a speck of green on the horizon. The sun's in the middle of setting; completing once again its daily routine. Her hand clings to Bellamy's, pulling him desperately towards her, trying to make up for years apart, years far away. She's spent half a decade trying to get him to her, close to her heart. And now that she has him, she's never letting go.

Madi's walking beside me, not looking at me, but the smile that grows on her face shows that she can tell I'm watching her. It's always been harder for her. She's not my biological daughter, and I know that sometimes that takes its toll. But she's always handled it well. To the point where I think she enjoys the shadows, letting them engulf her. Now, though, she smiles when she sees her younger sister getting the attention rather than herself.

I can tell, though, that would have liked to spend more time with Bellamy since we've found him. Well, since he's found us. She seems to hang back, letting Aurora be with her biological father. Maybe I'll talk to Bellamy about it. The fact that Madi is his daughter just as much as Aurora is. 

I grab my eldest daughter's hand, her warm palm rapidly seeping heat into my own hand which felt cold as ice. I chuckle when her face twitches, contorting with the quick and slight pain of cold on hot. 

"Your hands are cold," she says, turning to look at me.

"And yours are warm," I respond.

"Yeah, I can tell. Your hands wouldn't feel so cold if mine weren't this warm." And with an eye roll, her attention is back on the green piece of land slowly approaching.

I can hear Bellamy and Aurora whispering to my right, but I can decipher what they're saying. I'm also aware of the hundreds of people behind us, following everything we do, blindly trusting us. It's hard to take in; everyone just agreeing to what we say just because we say so. I remember the days when everyone would fight over who's in charge and over where we went and what we did and even who we saved.

"Mommy?" Aurora asks, loud enough for me to hear. I turn my head towards her small round face and smile, a sign that I've heard what she's said. "What are we gonna do when we're there? I mean, with all these people?"

"I don't know, sweetheart," I reply. "But we'll figure it out."

"But what if we don't all fit?" she asks, worry spreading across her features. "What if there's not enough huts or houses of tents?"

"Did your mom ever tell you the story of the 100?" Bellamy adds. When Aurora nods, he continues; "Well, when we all first got down, we didn't have any huts or tents or houses at all. We had to make shelter and hunt for our food and carve weapons."

"So it's gonna be like that? Like the 100?" Madi questions from beside me. "Where everyone's always fighting all the time?"

"Well, that's kind of the beauty of it." Bellamy passes a hand through his unruly and irreversibly messy hair. "Even though we were all a pain in the ass to some extent-"

"Language," Aurora interrupts.

Bellamy chuckles. "We still all found a way to make it work."

"Not the way I heard it," Madi confesses, a smile growing on her face. I must've told both my daughters millions of times the stories of all the fights everyone got in back when were just a hundred stupid teenagers trying to survive.

Bellamy eyes me suspiciously. "Oh, yeah? And what exactly was it that you heard?"

"Well, for starters, you were the biggest, most arrogant jerk," Madi begins and I can feel my cheeks go red. She just had to, didn't she? When Bellamy laughs and actually nods, surprisingly agreeing, she continues; "Then there's the fact that you and Clarke could never, and I mean never, get along."

"That's not false," he says, smiling brightly at me. Too brightly, in fact. Maybe he'd want to talk later. Or - a smirk illuminates my face - not talk. "I used to also fight with Finn a lot. And Wells."

"And anyone who so much as looked at Octavia," I add, trying to suppress a laugh.

"You won't be like that will me, right daddy?" Aurora asks hopefully.

"Of course not," he says sweetly. "Unless it's Micheal. If it's Micheal, I'll do him as I did Atom."

"Please don't pin him to a tree," Aurora says, and Bellamy turns to me, shocked. "You really told them everything, didn't you?"

"Every immaculate detail," I specified.

The corner of his mouth turned upward. "Even-?"

"Oh god, Bellamy, no. No, Bellamy, don't even-" I can't even finish the thought. The smirk on his face is remarkably arrogant. My mind goes back to the night over five years ago when Bellamy and I had vigorously and unknowingly begun the process of creating Aurora. How dare he think I'm such a horrible parent that I'd tell them such things?

"Ewww," Madi adds, her face contorting into disgust, finally realizing what her father had been about to say. "Urgh, I really did not need that mental image." 

"What?" Aurora wonders. "What are you talking about?"

"You remember when Clarke spoke about how they had to eat meat?" Madi saves, her eyes still somewhat alarmed.

"Yeah," Aurora replies. "So?"

"So, Bellamy thought Clarke told us everything about how they had to eat the meat raw when they first came down to Earth," she adds quickly. I almost let out a sigh of relief at her catch, realizing the fact that I'd have to thank her later for the save when Aurora isn't around.

"Well, that's not so bad," Aurora adds in. "We've eaten raw meat pretty often!"

"Yes, but have you eaten snail meat? And weasel meat?" I ask.

"You've had snails?" Aurora asks, disbelieving. "Mommy, that's really disgusting. And terrible for hygiene. And so bad for your health. Did you know that their slime can contain so much bacteria it can practically kill you?" Here I am, getting lectured by a five-year-old. Again.

"We realized that after, um, Jeofred died," I answer, giving her a scenario I thought of from the top of my head. Who the hell even was Jeofred?

"You never told me that story," she replies, eyebrows scrunched.

"Oh look!" Madi saves. Again. "We're here!"

"Alright, everyone!" I yell at the group behind me. I want those of you with kids who've already arrived to get your kids and then I want you to get into groups of thirteen. Once in your groups, come to me, and we'll assign you your homes for the time being. Got it?"

Even though everyone at the far back of the crowd couldn't hear my message, I can already tell that the message is dispersing. Good. 

Everyone either nods or yells a yeah! and starts getting ready to enter their new home, their new families.

Their new lives.

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