chapter 20 Nightmares and Pillow talk

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Bellamy POV

I manage to get Clarke back to my house without too much trouble.

I pay Lia for babysitting Bella then help Clarke upstairs to get settled for the night.

She is completely trashed. I've never seen her like this before. I'm actually a little worried if I'm being honest. I'm not sure what set her off tonight...she was fine until she saw Murphy.

After checking on Bella I crawl in next to Clarke, pulling her close and pressing a soft kiss to her neck. She smiles in her sleep despite her restlessness but soon I drift off to sleep as well.

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My eyes shoot open and for a moment I'm not sure what woke me. I don't hear Bella crying but then I hear crying.

It's Clarke.

"It's yours.... !" She mumbles

"Clarke?" I gently touch her shoulder after sitting up.

"...anything." She mumbles.

I'm suddenly startled when she screams.
"Agggggggghhhhhhhh!" She wakes up crying and looks at me with tears tangled in her lashes and streaming down her cheeks.

I pull her into a hug, "shhhhh. It was just a dream. It's ok." I rub her back and rock her gently as she continues to cry softly.

"I'm sorry Bell" She mumbles in my shoulder.

"Hey shhhh, it's ok. You're safe."

She melts onto my arms with a sleepy sigh.
"What time is it?"

"Around six, it's almost daybreak, you should probably try to sleep a bit more..."

"I wish I could Bell..."

"Well then, how about some breakfast? I make pretty awesome chocolate chip pancakes. If I do say so myself."

She smiles at me a bit shakily then nods her head against my chest.

"Ok Bell..."

"I love you Clarke." I whisper, giving her another hug and kissing the top of her head before getting out of bed.

I wonder if she knows how true those words really are.

Octavia POV

"Octavia..." Lincoln's sing song voice breaks thru the haze of sleep and the pounding in my head.

"Uggh. Go away!" I mutter, pulling the covers over my head and turning away.

He slips his arms around my waist and pulls me closer.

"Uh unh. Time to get up sleepy. We have plans today."

"We do not. Not this early anyway, the sunset not even up!"

"But I made breakfast! Come on babe."
He slips out from bed and just when I think he's gone he grabs one of my feet and starts tickling me.

"Lincoln! Stop! Stop!" I can't get another word out because I am laughing too hard.

He finally crawls on top of me pinning me down.

"Are you awake now?"

"Duh! Asshole!"

He gives me a kiss on the nose in response.
"Come on babe I made my special French toast and the coffee should be done"

The minute he mentions coffee the scent hits my nose and I am finally awake.

I make my way to the kitchen, wearing one of Lincoln's t-shirts I take the coffee he offers before anything else.

Lincoln chuckles as I start on the French toast.

"Mmmmm" I can't help the moan of satisfaction that escapes my lips.

It's not just French toast...it is stuffed with cream cheese and topped with strawberries and chocolate!

My boyfriend belongs on the food network! Who knew?

"Y'now, I may have to keep you around!" I mutter between bites of food.

"Because of the food?" He chuckles.

"Well...that and your body." I wink at him with a grin that leaves him blushing.

Clarke POV

It takes me until my second cup of coffee to realize Bellamy just said, I love you for the first time.

Bellamy loves me.

He loves me.

Before I have time to work myself into a frenzy, Bella starts crying.

Bellamy is still working on breakfast.
"I'll get her" I tell him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah"

By the time I get to Bella she is mad and in need of a clean diaper. Once I manage to get her clean and ready for the day she calms down.

She even gives me a smile as she plays with my hair.

"Wanna go find Daddy?" I coo to her, ignoring the small pain in my chest in favor of the warm feeling of having a baby in my arms.

"Dah dah." She repeats smiling.

Referring to Bellamy as 'daddy' conjures up images I'm not ready to face.

Yet.

As we head for the door Bellamy is leaning on the door frame a soft smile crossing his face, his dark eyes unreadable.

"How are my two favorite girls?"

I gulp as the realization of how much I love this man hits me full force.

I may be in trouble here...




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