The one that got away

Chapter 9

I woke up to her little voice giggling. I turned around and saw Dylan standing in front of the bed looking at me curled up beside Bellamy. Thankfully the blanket was covering both of us.

"Momma, birthday!" She crawled in beside me and jumped on Bellamy's chest.

He woke up with a start, "well that's one way to wake a guy up, Dylan," he kissed her temple and I smiled. He looked at me, I could see the worry in his eyes mirror mine, "good morning."

I leaned in and kissed him, making sure he knew this wasn't awkward for me. This right here, Dylan in his arms, me waking up beside him, this was everything I never knew I wanted. The tension that had followed us for the last few days was gone, "yes. It is a good morning."

"Bellmy birthday," she poked his cheek, "momma. Bellmy."

I laughed as he tickled her stomach, watching them together. There was no weirdness between us. I had told the truth last night, I was scared of letting this develop. But maybe this was supposed to happen. My dad always told me being friends first would make your love stronger, deeper. He told me it was a bond, a love that would last a lifetime.

"I guess the medicine kicked in pretty quick," I said letting out a breath and holding tightly onto the sheet. I was still wearing his shirt. She had more color this morning, she looked more like herself than she had last night.

Bellamy nodded pressing his hand against her forehead, "she's not hot anymore either," he turned his attention back to her, "you're such a big girl now. What are we going to do to stop you from growing?"

Dylan held up her hand, "free!"

We both laughed, "yes sweetheart. You're three! Tavia is bringing you presents."

I heard the front door open as Bellamy looked at me. Octavia always let herself in, but today was one of those days I could tell he wasn't happy he had given her a key. If we didn't find our way downstairs she would come looking for us. We would never ever live this down if she found us in the spare bedroom together. I let out a small breath, both of us thinking the exact same thing as Dylan bounced against his chest once more.

She clapped her hands together, "up," she pointed at me. Then she looked at Bellamy her little hand hitting his cheek, "up."

He nodded, "okay. Go down and see Tavia. Mom and I will meet you there," he kissed her cheek before she climbed over me, not so gently, and then went out the door.

I looked over at Bellamy nervously, "so last night."

"Was the best night of my life," he whispered. He pulled me back into his arms and kissed my temple, "I promise you Clarke, I'm not playing games."

I nodded, kissing his jaw, "you better not be. Because I've got two hearts to look out for here. One belongs to a three year old who thinks you hold the world in your hands."

He ran them up my arms, "laying here like this, I am holding my world in my hands. I don't want to ever let you go."

I closed my eyes, feeling content in staying with him, "if we don't move Octavia will come looking. She'll be worse than Dylan."

He laughed, placing one last kiss on my temple. I stood up first, stretching my arms above my head, "if you keep doing that I'm locking the door and we aren't leaving this room for the rest of the day."

I laughed as he pressed his lips against my wrist and I pulled away, "Dylan wouldn't be happy about us missing her birthday party. You're her favorite person."

He flashed me a proud smile, "that I am, aren't I? It's a good thing I'm so humble, that might just go to my head."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, walking towards the door, "yeah, so humble."