The 100 Imagines

The Hated (Murphy)

You stared at your growing stomach, you walked through camp everyday hearing everyone talking shit about you. You were 16 and pregnant, it was so cliché and shitty. It was a guard, you had done it so your sick grandmother could get some more rations. So, your one prostitution job had gotten you pregnant.

But as you walked out of your tent people decided to make your pregnancy their business, saying that it was probably a grounder, they talked about how slutty you were and as much as you pretended that it didn't, it hurt.

You ran a hand over your small bump with a small smile, at least someone would understand, someone would love you. One day you'd explain this all to your child, the whole truth. Even through you were only a few months along and still had a long time before your baby was to be brought into this world you knew that you loved it to pieces.

Most of your day was spent in the drop ship, as Bellamy refused to let you do much else. He knew about your child and the father, he had sympathy for you as his mother had done the same thing you did. Both him and his sister were the children of unknown guards.

You sat down, and began humming boredly thinking of names to named your unborn child.

Nina... No, Lave... No. Destin. No.

None of the names you had previously liked seemed to fit and that annoyed you. This child was the one thing you had to look forward to and you couldn't even figure out what to call it. You sighed and rubbed your stomach tiredly, you were always so tired. You had the most vivid of dreams as well, you'd heard that it was all symptoms of pregnancy but you had never expected to be like this. And morning sickness was the worse, vomiting up the little food you had was not fun.

"What to call you, little one," You sighed and wondered aloud to yourself.

"How about Terra."

You turned to face the male voice, it was John Murphy. Nobody quite liked him, no, people enjoyed to hate him.

"Hello, John," You looked up at him in confusion, why was he here.

He frowned a little bit when you said his name, no one had referred to him by his first name since you all had landed on the ground. Murphy shook himself out of his thoughts and sat down next to you.

"Bellamy doesn't trust me with the food," The boy smirked, "So he sent me to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," You huffed, "I have been for a while."

"That's obvious, Princess," He raised his hands in a sort of surrender, "but I hafta take my orders as they come, right?"

You didn't reply and you waited for him to insult you, male fun of your child.

"Your having trouble figuring out names that stick?" He asked awkwardly.

You nodded at him, wondering if this was when he was going to start being an asshole to you.

"How about Terra," He said before scoffing to himself, "I don't know, of you wanna be all sentimental about being on the ground and all."

"What do you mean?" You looked over to him.

"Terra means earth," he shrugged.

You froze, realising that John Murphy was at least a little bit smart.

"That sounds pretty good actually," You murmured.

You felt a strange butterfly feeling in your stomach, you stopped, you'd read about this. The baby had kicked.

"Oh my god," You said, shocked, "I think they like it."

"What," Murphy looked at you, confused.

"The baby just kicked."

His eyes grew wide, he looked a little excited, "Really?"

You nodded, "It's never kicked before, this is the first time!"

You looked at him and decided why the hell not! You so really wanted to share this experience with somebody else and no one else had been nearly this decent to you. You reached over and grabbed his hand.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Murphy didn't pulled back but he looked extremely confused.

"I'm letting you feel," You rolled your eyes and put his hand on your stomach, "C'mon, Terra. Can you just give us another kick?"

Murphy's eyes grew wide with wonder as he felt the baby kick, he'd never experienced anything like this before.

And that was the moment the John Murphy fell in love with both you and your baby. Terra.