Promise

Chapter 28

Finally, a long awaited chapter. I'm so sorry for not updating for ages but I am on holidays for the next 6 weeks so chapters will be coming out a lot more frequently. I may even finish this story in that time, I am aiming for 30-35 chapters but we'll see.

enjoy!! xo

Clarke knew that she shouldn't have been riding a horse the second a sharp pain ripped through her lower abdomen, making her yelp out in pain as her horse stopped in the middle of the trail.

She and Lincoln had been travelling for hours and she had felt fine up until now.

She panted as she tried to push the pain away, fearing the worst for her unborn child.
She couldn't be in labour, she was only five months pregnant, six at the most.

Lincoln stopped quickly, and Clarke slid off her horse and dropped onto her knees, the pain was still there and it was for some reason becoming more intense.

She looked up at Lincoln, desperation in her eyes. "Something's wrong."

Lincoln sprung into action, he was by her side in a flash afraid that he might have to help her deliver her baby. "You're not in labour are you?"

Clarke shook her head. "No, it's way too early for that." She touched her stomach, silently begging her baby to show some sort of movement, it had been doing karate ever since it first kicked.

But now, there was nothing.

Lincoln talked her through the pain, Clarke was just sitting on the ground, staring at her stomach, waiting for her baby to kick. She needed this baby, her kingdom needed this baby. Bellamy needed this baby. She kept telling herself that there was nothing wrong, that her baby was fine, but the pains that took over her abdomen told her otherwise.

She started to cry. This was her fault. If she had just stayed in Polis and talked to Bellamy like he had asked her to, none of this would be happening. Her baby would be perfectly fine.

"Lincoln, I can't lose this baby," she wept to him and he pulled her into an embrace.

"You wont, Clarke. Everything is going to be okay, just tell me when the pains stop, yeah?"

Clarke nodded, nuzzling her way into Lincoln's chest. He was a good man, a gentle soul. Clarke was glad that Octavia had found someone like him.

That's when it started to rain. They were covered by the canopy so that helped them not get drenched right away, but the rain was heavy and soon they were both cold, wet, shivering messes.

They were halfway done with their trip, it was pitch black, their lantern was the only light source.

Clarke knew that Lincoln had regretted coming, but she was glad that he was there, she would be terrified if she had to travel through the forest at night and go through this by herself.

They sat there for what felt like hours, but was probably only twenty minutes. Clarke didn't want to get back onto her horse. Plus the pain wasn't entirely gone yet, she feared that she would complicate things even more for her child if she got on that horse.

She hated it, but all she wanted in that moment was Bellamy. His warm comforting hands, his whispers in her ear telling her that everything was going to be okay.

The thought of him made her angry, but now that there was something wrong with their child, she needed him.

Because the rain was so heavy, they didn't hear the rustling in the bushes behind them before it was too late. Lincoln reached for his sword but was pinned down by two men who put a sword to his throat instead.