Bellarke Book 1

Chapter 14 ~ Don't Be Mad

~Clarke's POV~
   "Clarke?! Are you sure?!" Octavia said. I nodded. She smiled and gave me a hug. I started crying tears of joy.
   "Octavia, I can't believe it," I said and laughed.
   "Clarke, it's amazing. When are you going to tell Bellamy?"
   "I don't know. What do you think?"
   "Are you positive?" I nodded. "Then tell him tonight!" I smiled and nodded. She hugged me again and we left the room.

*that night in Clarke's room*
   I sat there in my chair. Bellamy was suppose to come after his shift. It was finally dark outside and the snow began to fall. A knock came from the door. I heard someone punching in the code and Bellamy walks in.
   "Hey, Princess. You wanted to talk?" He said and I nodded, "did you find out why you're so sick?" I nodded again and looked at the floor.
   He knelt down in front of me and placed his hand on my knee. I took a deep breath.
   "Promise not to get mad?" I said.
   "Why would I get mad?"
   "Because, Bellamy Blake..." I started and took another deep breath, "you're going to be a... a father."
   He smiled from ear to ear and pulled me up from my chair. He pulled me into a hug, picked me up, and swung me around carefully. After setting me down gently, he kissed me.
   "Why would I be mad at that?" He laughed and hugged me again.
   "I don't know. I just didn't know how you would react..."
   "Clarke, you do realize that it takes two to tango, right?" He laughed.
   "Haha, very funny," I laughed with him.

~Bellamy's POV~
I woke up with a sleeping Clarke in my arms. You couldn't even tell she was pregnant yet. Which was a good thing I guess, so that her mom didn't find out yet. I laid on my back and Clarke's fragile head on my chest. Clarke looked beautiful when she sleeps.
"Bell?" She said sleepily.
"Yeah?"
Her eyes widen and she dashes to the bathroom. I follow her in and pat her back as she threw up.
"I can't wait for this stage to pass," she said and leaned into me.
"You and me both," I stated. She smiled at me. I pulled her up to her feet and hugged her. Something just felt right about her being in my arms. Like it was meant to be.
Knock knock knock
"Clarke?" I heard Abby call from the other side of my bedroom door. I let go of Clarke and she heads over to the door. She hesitated and opened the door.
"Yes mom?" She said quietly.
"What... what is he doing here this early," Abby asked and pointed at me.
"He was uh... checking on me. I haven't been feeling well lately," Clarke said and crossed her arms to cover her stomach. I could tell she felt uncomfortable. I walked over to Clarke and gave her a slight nod so it seemed like nothing was going on.
As I walked down the hall, I heard Abby say, "why haven't you been feeling well?"