Revolution

"How was it?" Clarke climbed into the bed next to me, her belly heavy with child. I rubbed across her stomach and smiled. "Absolutely boring, some minor fighting over land but nothing to hard." She wiggled around on my grasp and grunted. I frowned. "What's wrong?" She sat up and clutched her stomach. "Go get the medic, I think the baby is ready." I scrambled off the bed in a heap of nakedness and fear to run down the hall, granted a few looks were passed my way. I busted into the medics room, and she jolted awake. "It's Clarke, the baby." She rubbed her eyes and handed me a blanket before we ran down to the room.

Clarke was sitting on the floor, cross-legged holding a wailing infant. "You were a little bit to late Onyx. It's a boy." I clutched the blanket to my chest and crouched down in front of her. He was looking around, quietly observing what he could see. I smiled, taking the infant into my hands. "He's so beautiful." Tears welded up in the corner of my eyes. "Don't cry." Clarke wiped my face. "What will we name him?" I asked when I handed him back. "Jasper. His name is Jasper." More tears threatened to spill over. "It's perfect." I pushed my head to hers with a smile.

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3 Years Later

A three year old Jasper sat at the table next to Anouk, who was now five turning six soon. Clarke danced around the room, thoughtless in her cleaning endeavors. I picked up Jasper and too both of us over to Clarke. "I'm happy this is our life now, I wouldn't want it any other way." Anouk flailed around and ran to us as a loud boom went off. I looked to Clarke, fear laced trough her eyes. The building began to fall, the walls crashing around us. I slid down with the toddler, the roaring sounds of shouts outside. Another revolution was among us.