Couldn't Stop Caring || Bellarke || Completed

16. Promise.

Clarke entered the cabin later that night, exhausted and hungry. She almost dropped to the floor as the door closed behind her. She'd taken on extra shifts to help her Mom pack for their big move. After Bellamy had left in a foul mood, Clarke had barely said a word to Abby. Clarke was still annoyed at her mother for insisting she leave early.

She walked over to the kitchen, her feet screaming in protest, to see if there was any edible food. She found a plate with some kind of meat on it, and tin cup filled with water, sat on the side. Beside it sat a note in scruffy handwriting. Clarke recognised it straight away.

Finish this before you go to bed. I'll be home late.

Bellamy x

Clarke smiled at the note and shook her head. Even when he wasn't with her, he was looking out for her. She wondered where he was and what he was doing that would cause him to stay out so late. She thought about going out and looking for him, but decided against it. As she looked down at the meat again, she could almost hear her stomach screaming at her to eat something. She took the food and the water into the bedroom and undressed for bed. Once she'd finished them both, she took them out into the kitchen, leaving the empty contents on the side next to Bellamy's note. Just as she was about to turn back to the bedroom, the door opened.

Bellamy walked in looking more exhausted than she felt.

"Hey." She said quietly. Clarke was anxious around him since they hadn't spoken alone since their latest disagreement.

"Hi." Bellamy responded softly. "Did you eat?"

"Yeah, just finished." Clarke nodded.

"Good." Bellamy said with a single nod.

An awkward silence filled the room and Clarke started picking at her nails, a nervous habit she'd had since she was young. Bellamy looked around the room, seemingly avoiding eye contact with her.

"You should get some rest." Bellamy told her gently. Awkward silence followed.

"Are you going to avoid me forever?" Clarke asked.

"I'm not avoiding you." Bellamy said as he took off his jacket.

"Bullshit. You won't even look at me." Clarke spat. She was tired of this. She was so tired of walking on eggshells around her own husband.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers. He looked like he wanted to say something but shook his head.

"I'm tired Clarke, we can talk about this in the morning." Bellamy sighed.

"There's nothing to talk about." Clarke said. Her face was cold and stone like, showing no emotion. But her voice said different. She sounded hurt. She turned away and walked into the bedroom leaving Bellamy alone.

He let out a deep breath and slowly followed her. Why did he always have to go and make things worse? Clarke was already in bed when he walked into the room. He took off his shirt and pants and laid in the bed beside her. She had her back to him, facing the small window in the wall. He knew she wasn't asleep yet, he could tell by her breathing. He rolled into his side and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I'm sorry." Bellamy whispered into her neck. He was propped on his elbow, leaning over her slightly. When Clarke remained silent he continued. "I know you don't like being told what to do, but you also know how much I need you to be safe."

His hand found her stomach. He let it rest there for a moment before her hand came to rest on top.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just freaked out when you said you hadn't been eating. I don't want anything happen to either of you." Bellamy mumbled into her hair, his hand rubbed her stomach.