Reckless

Perfect

Chapter 14

Her skinny hand caressed her growing stomach as she watched her mother and Kane complete an intense conversation. She could barely see them through her squinted eyes but she had a feeling something wasn't right with their outdoor argument. She averted her gaze when her mother looked in her direction, turning back to Octavia with a weary look in her eyes. She wasn't in the mood to talk about the unfairness of her situation. She constantly had eyes on her—she was positive the only reason Octavia hung out with her all day was because she had to. "What do you think about Augustus?" Clarke was on a baby name kick. She wanted to keep her options open, especially if she was having a son and she was completely wrong about the gender of her baby.
Octavia snorted, "Augustus?" She'd been extremely judgmental about any name that wasn't her suggestion or wasn't her own name.
"It's a nice name." Clarke argued but Octavia's sarcastic smile made her shake her head, "Fine but it's going to be in the metaphorical jar of baby names."
"Seventeen weeks pregnant." She mused as she forked around the metal pan of dried meat. Clarke bit the inside of her lip as she watched Octavia eat. She felt her stomach growling but she refused to ask for a bite. She'd already eaten way more than usual. "Clarke...seriously, if you keep staring at me while I eat—I will punch you."
She narrowed her eyes, "I'm trying to convince myself that I'm not actually eating for two before I turn into two of me." Her hand moved down her stomach once more to emphasize the weight she'd already gained—purely baby. The cotton of her shirt was barely working for her anymore. She needed to find proper clothing before her stomach was protruding from the shirt like her growing breast.
"But you are eating for two." Octavia said, "So take your pregnant ass up there and start acting like it." She pointed towards the ration table. Octavia was getting very comfortable with bossing Clarke around but Clarke hated to tell her who really had dominance. She knew Octavia was going stir-crazy within the walls.
Clarke shook her head, "No. I'm fine, really."
"Don't make me snitch." Octavia arched an eyebrow.
"Don't make me cut your hair off in your sleep." Clarke countered with sass.
"Seriously, when are you going to stop crashing at my place? I'm getting tired of sharing a bed with you and Bellamy." Octavia said, "Just have sex already."
"I've managed to make it ten weeks without sex." Clarke pointed out proudly, "He hasn't let me out of the gates once. I figure he'll crack by the time I'm 20 weeks pregnant and be so—you really don't want to hear about my plan, do you?"
"Not for a second." Octavia gagged, "What about Landon? Landon is a nice name, too."
"Add it to the metaphorical jar." Clarke sighed, "We should tack on a last name to make sure it sounds right. So, Landon Blake...I don't know how I feel about that. Wyatt Blake? Ethan Blake? Augustus Blake? God, I love the name Augustus."
Raven joined them, "Augustus, really Clarke? Octavia is a much better name for the baby."
"Thank you."
Clarke mumbled, "Suck up." She felt a hand on her shoulder as Miller sat next to her. She smiled at him and he laughed. "What do you think about the name Augustus?"
"That's not going to happen." He assured her, "Just like Bellamy and you are never going to have sex again if you keep this thing up."
She frowned, "Tell him to stop sending you to talk me into it."
"He didn't send me."
"Then stop trying to make your life easier. I understand he's acting like he just quit smoking but he'll get over it."
"Unless he doesn't." Miller said, reaching over to Raven's plate to take a piece of meat. Raven smacked his hand away, shoving multiple pieces of meat into her cheeks to aggravate him. "I don't understand what the big deal is."
"Simple—I want out of the gate. I've been here ten weeks and we haven't made any effort to break out our friends. They could be dead by now." The thought alone sent a shiver up her spine, "I'm tired of waiting around. We owe them."
Octavia threw her fork into the metal plate, "Raven...get us out of the gate."
"And face Bellamy? No fucking thank you."
"Raven. Please. She's right—think about Monty and Jasper and everyone else. They wouldn't leave us behind." Octavia sighed, "It's not like we're going to storm the mountain. We're going to talk to our friends."
Raven let out a loud sigh, "Let me think about it, okay?" They all stared at her. "I'm not just going to rush into it. Give me time." They would have continued to stare but Bellamy joined their table. They looked away from one another and Clarke had to hide her calculating stare from him for a moment. She breathed, looking back up at her boyfriend. He eased between her and Miller, his arm wrapping around her waist. The sensation alone sent a pleasurable shiver up her spine. She wanted him so fucking bad and he knew it. She would take him right there on the table if her friends weren't around. The only thing that made her hold onto her self-control was the fact she was doing this for her friends. She was doing this to save lives. She couldn't think of a better reason to be celibate. He moved his fingers up her back tauntingly. "I think I'm going to give up sex, too. Of course, I'm going to need you to be my sponsor. You think you can hold off for a year or two while I reevaluate my life?"
Clarke's head shot up to look at Raven, "If it's something that you're really committed to—yeah." Clarke played along, "Two years isn't that long." Bellamy's fingers pressed harder into her back as she talked to Raven. All he had to do was let her leave...
That's it.
One meeting with the grounders and he could have her as many times as he wanted.
He was just a stubborn son of a bitch.
Luckily, she was just as stubborn. "We could make a lifestyle out of it. Born again virgins and everything."
"Unless I get married." Raven pointed out, "That's the only time I would lose my new virginity."
Clarke shrugged, "Marriage is overrated." Bellamy's hand moved to rub his hand across her thighs, "If I became a born again, I would never lose it."
"Y'all just a bunch of teases." Miller said, "Don't go spreading pure thoughts because it's seriously been amazing ever since Bellamy got taken off the market."
"I'm going to ruin your entire game." Raven narrowed her eyes, "Maybe then you'll learn to keep your hands off my food."
"Fuck you."
"You can't, never having sex again." Raven stuck her tongue out at Miller who mimicked her action. Clarke felt Bellamy's hand move up to her baby bump and she frowned at him. He caressed their child softly and put his head on her shoulder to get a better angle. How could she continue to deny him when he was so damn perfect?