Bellarke 3 {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 1

Chapter 1- 'Tell Me The Story Of The Sun And The Moon'

Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. All rights reserved to Kass Morgan, Jason Rothenburg and the writers.
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"Girls, breakfast!" Clarke calls to her daughters. She hears the stomping of little feet coming down the hall. Dutch races into the kitchen and sits down at the table, Emma following not too far behind.

"Ha! I win!" The older sister teases. "Its not fair!" The younger one complains back. Dutch sticks her tounge out at Emma. "Hey!" Clarke snaps giving her daughter a stern look.

Dutch shrugs her little 6 year old shoulders and smiles brightly as Bellamy walks into the kitchen. "Is that my two little girls i hear fighting?" He asks walking over to Clarke and placing a kiss on her cheeck.

"Going in early again?" Clarke asks as she brings pancakes over to their daughters. "Yeah, new trainees." He explains slipping his guarde jacket on.

"Got time for breakfast?" Clarke asks hopefully. "Nope, sorry hunny!" Bellammy says grabbing an apple from the wooden bowl filled with fruit on the counter.

"Can you at least pick the kids up today?" Calrke asks. Bellamy nods his head, grabs his black guarde bag than heads out the door.

Clarke let out a small, quiet sigh than clapped her hands together. "You have to hurry and go get ready for school! Aunt Octavia and Cas will be here soon!" She says looking at Dutch.

"And you and i.." Clarke turns to Emma and the girl lets out a small giggle. "...are going to Jelekim!" She says. (Jelekim is a grounder village. Obviously made up by me though) (pronounced 'Gel-A-Kim')

The girls finish up their breakfast and skip down the hallway to their rooms. A few minutes later, Dutch comes down the hall humming to a song stuck in her head. "Mommy, can you braid my hair?" The little girl asks tugging on her mothers black t-shirt.

"Of course hunny! Go get your brush!" Clarke replied putting the durty dishes into the sink.

Dutch ran to get her comb and burst right back to her mother. She walked over to the brown, hand carven rocking chair Lincoln had given them when Emma was born. Dutch sat cross-legged on the soft area rug infront of the rocking chair and handed Clarke her brush.

Clarke sat down in the rocking chair and began to comb through Dutch's long, brown hair. She began to dutch braid (no pun intended) the little girls hair. Not long after did Emma come running down the hallway.

The 4 year old girl jumped onto the cushoned seat next to Clarke. "Me next!" She said giving her mother a wide, bright smile. "If we have time." Clarke told the youngster giving her a smile back.

She finished Dutch's hair and sent the girl off to go brush her teeth. She sat Emma infront of her on the floor and combed through her light blonde hair. She tied her daughters hair into 2 little pinktail than told her to go pack some toys for the day.

The little one did as she was told and hopped off down the hall. A few minute later a knock on the door echoed through the silent house.

Clarke got up to greet Octavia and her 5 year old son, Castiel. "Hey buddy!" Clarke stated holding her hand up as he highfived her. She hugged Octavia than turned to yell for Dutch.

Dutch bursts down the hall and grabs her bag. "Ready!" She says holding her chin up and giving her aunt a wide, closed-eyed smile.

Octavia laughs, "Alrighty then, lets go!"

"Bell can pick them up if you want." Clarke yells as Octavia starts to walk away. Octavia turns her head a gives a slight smile to Clarke. Clarke smiles back than waves goodbye to her daughter.