Chapter 11

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After I had some food for me and the little human being inside of me, I went back to my quarter to get a little time for myself. Bellamy was staying at the party. I really wanted to give him some time off before birth. He had to be there for me and the child then. I laid down on the bed and as if the little one inside of me was able to know where I was, it made me tired, even if I had a nap only half an hour ago. I gave up, because I didn’t have anything else to do than to wait for Bellamy to return to our room.

When I slowly dozed off, the door swung open and the father of my child walked in. He sat down on the bed next to me, took of his shoes and jacket and swung his legs onto the bed.

“Princess?”, he spoke up. I noticed him being tipsy. “Yeah”, I muttered half asleep. “I hated you at first. You know that. It’s not that it ever was a secret.” He chuckled. “But than I got to know you. You were able to make choices that I couldn’t. ... Slowly I understood everything. Even if you are a privileged, you were different. It seemed like you were decades older than all of us. ... I looked up to you. You were the person my mother raised me to be.” He paused and I was almost sure that he had fallen asleep. But then Bellamy continued: “And being with you brought me closer to that person than I could ever get all by myself. ...” It was hard to follow him, because of me being tired and him being a little too tipsy. “She would be so proud of Octavia, but she wouldn’t be of me.” He almost started crying. Now it was on me to say something. “Look, Bellamy, you are a great men. You are honest and you made so much progress. From a selfish dick to an caring dad. You’re a good person, Bellamy.”

“... hope you’re right. ... She ... wanted ... honest, caring men ...” He talked fast and while slowly falling asleep he started muttering that much that I couldn’t even make out a single word. I turned around and snuggled onto his chest. His slowly breathing as he had dozen off, made me even more tired. ‘This is what home should feel like’, I thought to myself, smiling. With this thought and his warmth wrapped all around me, I had fallen asleep.

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