Soulmate

19. Together

What's a soulmate?

It's like a best friend but more.
A soulmate is someone you carry with you forever.

Bellamy

Clarke was in pieces. She had fallen unconcious after the baby had been taken from her by Abby. He supposed Clarke couldn't have seen her do it, just felt it, because he had seen all too well, the flash of utter fear cross Clarke's gentle but tired features as that baby was taken from her.

She had awoken minutes later, after Jackson and Abby had left with their son.

Their son.

He was a father.

He still felt a little faint every time he reminded himself of that.

But Abby had wanted to get him somewhere better, to examine him, as he was premature, and considering their surrounding conditions, she was worried for his safety and survival.

Hearing all that had struck something deep inside himself, and Bellamy felt a strong determination to make sure that baby lived, but, he also had that same feeling toward Clarke. She was so pale and even while she lay unconcious, she was fretful and had a fever.

She awoke now and sat up instantly, pulling her hand free of Bellamy's.

He jumped to his feet as she groaned from the pain.

"Clarke! Clarke, it's okay." He said, in as smooth a voice as he could.

"Where is he? Bellamy where is he?" She asked, her wide eyes searching the room before settling on him. Once her eyes met his, she seemed to relax, just a little.

"It's okay, he's okay but he's a small thing and your mother took him away to check over him. She'll take good care of him, you need to rest." He said slowly and she took a deep breath.

"I can't rest, not until I know he's okay." She said quietly and Bellamy nodded, sitting down beside her on the bed.

"I know." He said, stroking his thumb against her temple, "I know." He repeated shakily, before she leaned foward and he gently pulled her to his chest.

He found her hand and laced his fingers with hers, realising just how relieved he was that she was here, awake and well.

"He'll be just fine. He's a Griffin, he can survive anything." Bellamy said, kissing her head and she sniffed, trying to move closer, but too weak to make any real progress in the matter.

He pulled her to him instead and rested his cheek atop her head, holding her small body in his arms. When had she gotten so small? So fragile?

"He's a Blake too." She whispered, so quietly that Bellamy wouldnt have heard her, had the Cabin not been so deadly silent.

"Yeah. He'll be fine." Bellamy said again.

They had stayed there for a while but Clarke had drifted off again, despite her best efforts not to, so Bellamy had carefully changed the blankets over on the bed, realising he need not be so cautious in the matter as there really was no waking her.

After that, he again sat, pulling the blankets up about her shoulders for fear of her getting cold, but he probably shouldn't have bothered for a mere few minutes had passed before she was awake again and throwing the blankets aside, determined not to remain in bed any longer.

"We can go to the dropship!" Bellamy conceded, "as long as you allow me to help you!" He said firmly and Clarke laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Okay." She said and he curled one arm around her waist and hooked the other beneath her armpit, pulling her to her feet.

Then once she was up, he held her firmly at the hips and she gripped onto his shoulder.

"Come on." He said, the worry and the fears he had been suppressing about his little boy, bubbling back to the surface, unwanted and terrifying.

When they left the cabin, they saw that, although night was dawning fast, a lot of the camp was out and when they saw him and Clarke, there were a lot of cheers and congratulations, although they thankfully kept their distance, noting Clarke's weak conditon.

They seemed to keep their meriment on the down low also, most likely aware their child was in that ship, fighting for his life.

Bellamy felt sick. He could only begin to imagine how Clarke was feeling but she held her head high and Bellamy held her a little tighter to remind her she wasn't fighting this alone. They were in it together, until the end.

They entered the dropship together and found it so eerily quiet and shrouded by darkness.

In the back corner Bellamy saw movement and Clarke's mum became visible, stepping out into the light with a bundle of cloth in her arms.

He and Clarke went dead silent and very still as they waited until they could see her face, discern whether her news was good or bad.

"He's a fighter." Abby said, approaching them both, smiling up at Bellamy as he looked down.

There he was. So tiny, his eyes closed and his small hands around his tummy, poking out from the blankets. He was cooing in his sleep and he felt Clarke tremble.

Abby went to pass him to Clarke but she shook her head, "my nerves are all in knotts and I can barely stand, I'm afraid to drop him!" She said quietly, glancing at Bellamy who suddenly realised that meant he had to hold him.

Abby smiled as she eased his son into his arms and Bellamy's taught muscles relaxed once the tiny boy was tucked up against his chest.

Clarke stepped beside her mother and peered down on their son as Bellamy gently rocked him back and forth.

He was slowly beginning to stir and his little hand caught hold of Clarke's finger as she fiddled with his wrappings.

They both went very still as their boy made a mumbling noise and started to open his eyes.

"Hi." Clarke said ever so quietly to him and the baby looked at her.

Bellamy loosed a breath and he met Clarke's gaze with a wide smile. "He has your eyes."

AN: Anyone got a suggestion for a name? Im hopeless 😂😂