Reckless

A night to Remember

Chapter 19

"No?" Bellamy's face contorted as he asked the question. He was so sure she was going to say yes—that she was gush with happiness and wrap her arms around his neck. But Clarke said 'No' with those beautiful blue eyes looking up at him as if he were joking. Honestly, she thought he was joking. She hoped she was joking. There was no fucking way they could get married right now... the situation was too ridiculous.
"No." She said again, the loving and post-bliss look on her face fading away.
"Seriously, no?"
Clarke sighed and explained her response, "Well, look at the facts. We don't want to be here." She started listing the reasons she didn't want to get married—none of which had to do with him at all. "Our friends are trapped in a mountain." She sighed, "Let's go on to people that may or may not complicate an engagement. Abby, Kane, Octavia—"
"Octavia?"
"You know how your sister gets. She was burning incense, Bellamy. Incense. Because she thought she would calm the baby."
"Okay, continue..."
"Finn, Miller, Jasper, Monty, Lincoln and—"
He grabbed her hands, "Listen Clarke, I'm going to tell you this one time—okay, I'll probably tell you it when you're having our son. But, fuck them. Every single last one of them—fuck 'em."
She sighed, "Wow. Great advice, baby—seriously?"
"I don't care about Abby, Kane, Finn—especially not Finn, Miller, Jasper, Monty, Lincoln...or even Octavia when it comes to our relationship. They don't matter. They won't ever be the reason I don't marry you because I am going to marry you, Clarke Griffin. You will be my wife. So, princess...tell me about your fears, the real ones—not the list of names and things we have to do."
Clarke sighed again—or yawned. It was late. "Four years down the road. I've never had to think that far. Ever. Now, I'm pregnant and that's what I'm thinking about...sort of, not really because I've been thinking about our friends, my little list, and I'm scared of four years down the road. I'm scared of five years and six and so on...because what if you wake up one day and realize that you should have kept it about sex—what if I become your number one mistake? Then, what? We divorce? We stay together?"
"Hold on." Bellamy put his hand up, "Listen, princess...I know you have your little plans and stuff and that's fantastic but four years down the road I'm going to be laying in the bed looking at you wondering how I got so lucky to have a beautiful wife and an amazing child. If we're laying in this bed or a bed down the hall or a bed in the freaking middle of the woods...I'm going to know I'm lucky and that's as far as I can plan because we both know nothing in our lives go to plan."
"We're forgetting it's about survival down here." Clarke said, "We've been living in a bubble. The second we enter the world where they aren't shuffling us around like cattle—giving us meaningless tasks to occupy our minds...we're going to be less free."
"For better or worse, Clarke. Pretty sure that's part of our future vows."
"What if we fail to save our friends?"
"What if we don't get married until we save them? I'm not asking you to marry me tonight, I'm asking you to say that you'll do it..."
"That's—"
"Don't say it's a hard decision and you need to think about it. You've made harder decisions, Clarke. What does your gut say? Hmm? Instinct?"
"That I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but you know that."
"Maybe I want everyone else to know it, too. Want to upgrade your title? Fiancée sounds great."
"My fiancée knocked me up." She widened her eyes sarcastically, "Oh yeah...that does sound great."
Bellamy kissed her forehead, "Is that a yes?"
She struggled to make the decision under pressure but she smiled eventually, "Yes."
"We don't have to get married tonight, or next week or next year...but I like to know that you're leaning towards it."
"I want to get married the day our friends are free."
"Right on the mountain." Bellamy said, "Guns firing, bombs going off and everything. It'll be a wedding for the books."
"I'm sure everyone will remember it."