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"I need you to pretend you got me pregnant."
Bellamy Blake chokes on his food, looking up at Clarke in disbelief. "You want me to what?"
"Pretend you got me pregnant." she repeats, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She knows her cheeks have turned bright red by now; because hell, she's mortified. She's asking Bellamy to pretend to be her child's father.
"Why- Are you actually pregnant?" his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Kinda thought this was a way to make your mother mad or to get back at Spacewalker-" he pauses, putting pieces together in his mind. "It's Finn's, isn't it?"
Clarke tries her best to ignore the disappointment in his gaze as she nods, turning to the side and lifting her shirt to show the small bump to him. "It happened before Raven got here." she informs, pulling her shirt back down. "He didn't tell me he-" she purses her lips in anger, "He had a girlfriend."
Bellamy nods, chewing on his lip. "I'll do it."
"What?"
"I said I'll do it."
"You do realize you can't have anymore conquests; this has to be believable." she tells him, watching as his lips quirk into a frown. But they quickly form his signature smirk as he meets her gaze once again.
"If everyone thinks I'm already sleeping with the princess, why do I need some commoners?" he fights a laugh, and Clarke wants to punch him.
"Pig." she says, before she makes a show of storming out of his tent. (To be honest she was about 3 seconds away from laughing, but she wasn't going to let him know that.)
Clarke's more than embarrassed when Bellamy kisses her in front of everybody later that night. And when he drops to his knees to kiss her stomach she wants to crawl into her tent and never come out. His added, "How are my babies doing?" is completely over the top, but it works because everyone in earshot stops what their doing and stares. (Clarke knows by the looks her mother's giving her she's in for it later.)
Octavia is the first one to say anything to Clarke (big shocker there), and she's surprised when the younger girl isn't as angry as Clarke anticipated her to be.
"I knew it." it's not exactly what Clarke was expecting, but she supposes it's better than getting yelled at.
"Excuse me?"
"I knew you two were having sex. Two people can't have that much tension and not be having sex." Octavia states, raising her eyebrows before continuing. "I'm pissed that you didn't even tell me."
"Well, I-"
"We, didn't think it was anyone's business, O." Clarke almost sighs in relief when she realizes it's Bellamy who's spoken. He moves to stand beside her, throwing his arm over her shoulders. "Now quit harassing people."
Clarke holds back laughter as Octavia pouts, but surprisingly does what her brother tells her too. But she shoots Clarke one last, 'we'll discuss this later' looks before she sulks off.
"Be prepared for worse than that, Princess." the weight of his arm on her shoulder is gone, and when she turns to tell him not to fucking call her that, he's already walking in the other direction.