4 weeks later ...
I woke up to Bellamy’s lazy snoring next to me. Instantly I rolled over and kissed him gently. My stomach turned and out of the nowhere I felt sick. I got up and ran into the bathroom to throw up. It was the 5th day that it had become my morning routine. I wanted to go to medical bay today to get a check up. “Everything alright, Clarke?” Bellamy was knocking on the door. I was breathing heavily. “Yes, yes. Just the sickness again.” He opened the door, while I washed my mouth. “You should have got an earlier date for the check up. You look pale.” Bellamy whipped away a curl of the blond hair from my sweaty forehead. And I did. I looked really pale and I was shaking. What was wrong with me?
After my body relaxed a bit, I got dressed. Bellamy wanted to go with me to the check up. He had gotten so overprotective about me. I told him that everything was okay right now and that there was no need for him to go with me. After he told me a thousand times how important I am for him. I had to promise to come and tell him what was wrong, right when I would know it. With this I left our quarter and walked over to med bay.
“Clarke, you can come in. How are you feeling? What are your symptoms?”, Jackson asked showing me where to sit down. “I feel sick in the morning, I throw up then. The rest if the day I feel more sleepy that ever before.” He looked into his papers. “Do you have diarrhea?” I was shaking my head. “Are you overdue?” My eyes widened. Could that be true? In my head I counted. Oh ... Shit. I was overdue. In my head I was swearing. “Are you?” I nodded carefully. “But don’t tell anyone”, I pleaded. He nodded. “Promise me, please.” I seemed like a little girl. What a shame. “But first we will do a pregnancy test”, Jackson said handing me something.
After the test showed what I feared, I walked around the camp to find the person I wanted it to know first. Bellamy. He said that he would be on guard today. I found him at the front gate talking to Miller and Harper. “Bellamy, can I talk to you?” He turned around and looked up and down my body. “What’s wrong, Princess?” “Can we talk in private?”, I asked looking at Miller and Harper. They left slowly and I stepped closer to my loved one. “So Clarke, what did the doctor say?” He pulled an eyebrow upwards and I stayed quiet. My mouth was dry. “Come on, tell me.” Bellamy whipped my hair out of my face. “I’m pregnant.”
