The following night, everyone in the camp celebrated the ending of Anya, the ending of her terror, and evil. However, there was one particular pair who wasn't outside, drinking Monty's moonshine, dancing around the fire like idiots, and singing the same chant repeatedly, "No more fears, no more tears! What is left is just good cheers!" The kids have been singing that for the past two hours. No, the pair was in their tent, secluded passionately from the group. Completely mesmerized with one another, and they were having their own private party.

"So, are you happy Lyfe? With everything?" Bellamy asked. He kissed the soft spot right under her jaw, and nuzzled his face on her shoulder.

"With you? Of course I am. Now, tell me how you'd figured it out, Bellamy. About the baby?" Lyfe said as they laid together in bed. They still haven't shared the news yet with the group as they were waiting for the correct time. Bellamy kissed the top of her ear, his breath warm and even. He pulled away, and looked into those violet eyes, still deeply entranced. My God, they're penetrating. Just like the first time that I saw them. He kissed the corner of her eye before he responded.

"My own mother had the same morning sickness, and the same worried look in her eyes when she was pregnant with Octavia. The hands on the stomach were also another dead giveaway. Plus, I practically delivered her. If they would have known about Octavia first thing, she would have gotten floated with my mother. It took sixteen years before the ARK figured it out. My mom was floated immediately, and Octavia was Confined. Fortunately, our child will not have the same fate. I was so occupied with your day trip, that I didn't see what was in front of me. I am sorry about that, Lyfe. I want you to know that I love you, that you are my universe. I promise to be the best father too." Bellamy stroked Lyfe's cheek, and she lavished in the tenderness. And his love. He then kissed her, sealing that promise.

"Baby, I know you'll be the best father. And our child will be so proud of you, and will look up to you. I love you too, so, so much." Lyfe took his gorgeous face in her hands and kissed him passionately, filling his mouth with her warmth. "You know, if it wasn't for Octavia in a sense, we would not have met, fallen in love, made peace with the Grounders, and share a child together. You restored my broken heart, Bellamy. You saved me from a life of total despair. I couldn't ask for anything better, or anyone else for that matter." Lyfe gave him one of her dazzling smiles, and kissed him sweetly on his lips. When she pulled away, Bellamy looked thoughtful.

"You're right. I ought to thank Octavia for that. She is going to be so excited to be an aunt. Now, enough talking. It's been too long, Lyfe. And I am hard and tight." Bellamy got on top of her again, his mouth connecting to hers. The loud, raucous noises from outside their tent cancelled out, and only the lustful moans were left. Lyfe wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. She tangled her fingers in his black curls, and kissed the corner of his mouth. She let an erotic sigh when she pulled away.

"Why are you so perfect, Lyfe?" He murmured, as he trailed her jawline. He kissed the hollow of her neck, the mole on the side of her left eye, the protruding collarbone, and finding her flawless mouth. Her arm went around his neck, sensation flowing in her fingers from his deep sweat.

"Bellamy, I am far from perfect," she whispered truthfully. Bellamy looked at her, his dark eyes scanning her whole body, and scoffed. "No, you are perfect."

He pulled seductively on her bottom lip with his teeth. "I want you."

He went streaming down her (nearly) flat stomach, kissed around her navel, slowly traveling down to her hips, clitoris, and inner thighs. "I need you." Lyfe let out an intoxicated thrill.

He grasped firmly on her ribcage, his knees locking on either side of her legs. He kisses the soft cleft of her breasts. "I can't live without you."

He kissed the slight valley in her chin. "I won't let you go." With every patch of skin that was caressed or kissed, Lyfe shivered and a soft, delighted squeal escaped her natural red lips. Bellamy found her mouth again, his tongue tasting and relishing the heat it endured. With one quick thrust, he connected himself to her, and then his hips slowly gyrated. Lyfe wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingernails gently dug into his skin. He pushed even a little harder, and she forgotten to breathe. You can forget to speak momentarily, but forgetting to breathe? She let out a deep gasp of air, and she felt that her mind was about to shatter. Bellamy chuckled at this, but asked earnestly, "You okay?"

"I'm fine. I just missed this so much, even if it was a few days," she panted and kissed him on the lips. He is so fucking incredible. He smiled at her, and kissed her mouth again. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much too, Bell," Lyfe said as he slowly parted away.

He kissed the soft curve of her ear, and whispered, "You're beautiful. Strong. Sexy."

He kissed the bridge of her nose. "I cannot get enough of you."

He went down again and love bit her hip, his hands grasped firmly on her thighs. "You have the biggest heart." Lyfe let out a moan.

He came back up, and grazed his lips against hers. "I am damn lucky to have you, my brave queen."

Lyfe snickered at his sweet expression, and said, "I am lucky to have you, my fearless king."

Bellamy kissed the tiny scar on her high cheekbone. "I want to make you happy." Suddenly, a question burned his mind, and he wondered if it was the appropriate thing to ask. The timing was right, and the worst thing that could happen was rejection. Yet, he knew that would not be an issue with Lyfe. He let Lyfe finish kissing his neck and shoulders, than he slipped down on the side of her. He wrapped his arm around the small of her back, and his fingertips made small intimate circles. Lyfe cuddle close to him, her one leg getting in between his, and her arm extended across his chest, and she caressed his solid jawline.

"I want to ask you something, Lyfe. Do you think you can give me the answer that I want?" Bellamy kissed her forehead, and entwined his fingers in her light hair. God, I hope she will say yes. Otherwise, I'm screwed.

"Hmmm . . . you know you can ask me anything, share anything with me, tell me anything. So, what did you want to ask me, Bellamy?" She caressed the center of his chest, and impulsively got top of him, the blanket slipping off her body. She dipped down and kissed his scar above his mouth, and repeated her question, "What is it?" She nuzzled his collarbone, ever so slowly trailing the vein up to his jawline. Her breath wisped beside his dewy skin.

"I want to ask you if. . .Bellamy started to say to his queen, but a tipsy Monty suddenly bombarded into their tent. Lyfe let out an astounded gasp when she seen him, and quickly rolled under the fur covers, hiking them up to her neck. This infuriated Bellamy to no end. However, he couldn't get off the bed since he was unclothed, so he glowered at him.

"MONTY! WHAT THE FUCK? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, NOW!" Bellamy raged at him, grabbing a balled up shirt from the side of the bed and threw it at him. He missed. Damn it! He thought bitterly. I thought for sure it would hit him. Monty just blinked at him, not fully understanding what was going on. "I SAID TO GET OUT!"

"The party out there is for you guys. It's in your honor," Monty sputtered out. "What are you doing in here?"

"What the hell do you think? Give Finn the damn honor. After all, he was the one that kicked the bitch off the cliff," Bellamy fumed, tightening his grasp around Lyfe's body. Yet, his nails dug a little too deep into her damp flesh, and she whimpered. He looked at her, loosened his grip, and mouthed, "I am so sorry, baby." He fixed his gaze back at Monty, and seethed. "Now, get out. Unless, you want to talk like you have marbles in your mouth, like Murphy did for a week," he threatened darkly.

"C'mon, Monty. Get out of there." Lyfe and Bellamy seen a hand grabbed Monty by the elbow, and pulled him out. From the shadows on the tent walls, it was Jasper, who had to poke his head inside to peek. "Sorry about that. Monty's a little bombed."

"Jasper, get out. This ain't no freak show," Bellamy snapped. Jasper pulled his head back, and stumbled towards the bonfire. "I'll be so glad when I finish the house early next week, Lyfe. I can lock the door and not worry about the uninvited. Or our privacy being invaded. The kids are getting quite good at coming into tents unexpectedly. Monty will pay the price tomorrow for tonight though. Jasper too." Bellamy had a sinister smolder expression across his face.

"By tomorrow, Monty and Jasper will forget about what happened. Just promise me you're not going to kill them, Bell. But, I am excited that we are going to have a door. Now, what was it that you going to ask me?" Lyfe asked as she kissed up and down his chest. Bellamy let out a deep, sexualized moan, and he put his hands over her firm bottom. All that I ever want is right here with me.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to, uh, marry me?" He tried to say this as calmly as possible, but he was nervous like a boar getting hunted. He wouldn't know what he'd do if he gotten rejected by his love. Lyfe blinked back tears, and such a question was so wonderful, so magical to hear. Tristan had forced her to get engaged to him, but she bravely refused. She would never live a life that was focused on pure evil, let alone lead warriors to destroy. Bellamy was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and she knew that the first second she seen him. He was pure, honest, strong, determined, and beyond she everything she ever dreamed of. Not to mention, so spectacularly attractive. He took her silence for hesitation, when she was really thinking about on was how to respond. Her purple eyes fixed on his deep brown ones, filled with hope and love.

"Lyfe, baby, will you?" Bellamy prompted, his nose lightly pressing against her cheek. "I know it's a big thing to ask, but I love you, and I hope you will considerate it. I did tell you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you before." He gazed in her eyes, and kissed her, trying to win her over. Lyfe was still in total disbelief that such a thing could happen to her. Her hands flew behind his head and she pulled his face to hers, and she devoured him in a heavy kiss. Her heart was singing with pure joy. "Will you, please?" He asked again, as he pulled away, his hands around her waist, and he tighten his grasp.

"Oh, Bellamy! That is the most wonderful thing anyone has ever asked me. I love you, and I want to be with you always. Forever. So, yes. I will marry you." She said breathlessly, the tears now flowing down her face. She pounced onto him, wildly kissing him all over. Bellamy couldn't believe what he just heard. "Wait. You said, 'yes?" He asked with a half-smile, and he wiped her tears away. "I don't believe it."

"Of course, I did. What other answer is there?" She teased, and kissed him. She sat up in bed, as he did, and got on his lap, her lean legs stretched out on either side of him.

"There is always 'no,' Lyfe," he answered, and took her face in his hands. She let out a small giggle, and brought his strong fingers to her lips. She lightly kissed every one of them.

"Baby, I highly doubt any girl said no to you, and I am not going to be the first. Unless, you want me to break the tide." Bellamy shook his head, and smiled. "Your last answer was just fine, and just what I needed to hear." Bellamy pushed her long, golden, wavy hair to one side just so he could graze her shoulder and neck with his lips. He French'ed her, taking in her incredible taste and heat. A deep, erotic moan rumbled in his chest, than passed his lips. It seemed like she tasted better than before. She was truly happy, and finally freed of her old life, and she was now basking in it. He placed his hand over her navel, feeling the growing firmness of her warm stomach.

"I can't believe there is somebody inside of there," he whispered, his deep eyes misting. His finger trailed down from her naval, then went back up. He had to blink to get the sting out. But nonetheless, he was truly overjoyed. That child is really mine, and I already love him.

"Nature's miracle. I want to see him, Bellamy. And I bet he will look exactly like you, and act just like you," said Lyfe happily. "Just six and a half more months."

"How do you know it's a boy?" Bellamy brought her down back on the bed. His breath heavy and hot on her neck.

"Call it a mother's intuition, Bell. I just know."

"Oh, before I forget." Bellamy got back up, reached over the side of the bed to the ground to grab his bag, and unzipped the small pouch on the front. Lyfe watched him in wonder, her brow furrowed. Finally, his hand found the object he was searching for, and extracted it. He got up with a devilish smile. He opened his hand to reveal a small silver ring, with a princess cut black diamond with two emeralds on either side of it. When Lyfe seen it, she cupped her mouth with her hand, and was in shock. She had never seen something so pretty. The gems twinkled in the filtered light through the tent's material. Rings, or any other jewelry were rare on both the ground and the ARK. In fact, rings were not worn in Grounders' tribes, just a vocal exchange. They had no real ceremony. Wedding bands were made from scrap metal, and were reused on the ARK if the owner passed, and only the well-off possessed them. So, this antique ring to Bellamy, was extremely special.

"Bellamy, that is stunning," Lyfe whispered, teary-eyed. The diamond was so black, that it had purple facets sparkling in the dim light. She held it in the palm of her hand, and inspected it from all angles.

"You want to try it on?" He asked, but she didn't have to answer. Bellamy took her left hand and slipped it onto her left ring finger. He laced his fingers with hers, and they both looked at the ring. He brought her hand up to her mouth and kissed the top of it, like what the gentleman did in early 20th century movies. Then, he studied it, making his wife to be burst out in soft giggles.

"A perfect fit," Bellamy whispered, and he kissed her lips. "A pretty girl deserves a pretty ring."

"It is perfect, baby. But, where did you get it?" Lyfe asked. She was simply curious, nothing more, and she wouldn't care how he got it. Bellamy was a good man, and that was all that truly mattered. She wouldn't care if he killed a guy.

"When I was searching for things to trade at the Exchange years ago back on the ARK, I found it. It was in a box in the darkest, deepest corner in a large abandoned closet. It still baffles me on how that box could be missed. The other stuff inside had no value, but I kept digging, like it wanted me to discover it. When I did, I was speechless. I knew I stumbled onto something that was very expensive, and a first trade. Yet, I thought I could give it to my mother, or Octavia, so that they had something extraordinary. But, the ring size was too small for either, and people would be curious on how'd they got it. Rich or poor, and in my case poor, on the ARK, you didn't have anything close to this. I didn't trade it either, even though it would feed us for a year, because people would be idiots and fight over it. So, I kept it a secret, not knowing what to do with it, smuggling it onto the dropship in my guard's uniform, and kept it hidden inside my bag. When I found you, I knew that this ring would have its purpose. And now, you are wearing it."

Lyfe had no words to respond to that, except with the most spectacular smile for Bellamy. She bent over and kissed him tenderly. Finally, she whispered, "I love my ring. Thank you, Bellamy. I love you."

"I will always love you my queen. Always," he whispered back.

Finally, the party, which completely went on without them, died out, along with the songs, drinking games, and the stupid acts of the hyperactive teens. It was quiet, nothing but pure silence. Soon, they too fell silent as they drifted off to sleep.

The morning light filtered through their tent, yet, neither one of them wanted to rise. Just lying together in bed, warm in each other's embraces was perfect, so why break it?

"I could stay in bed all day with you, Lyfe," Bellamy murmured as he kissed her hair. When she didn't stir, but made a contented purr, he nudged her, still asleep in the crook of his arm, her arm extended across his chest. "Hey, wake up sleeping beauty." His thumb trailed the outline of her cheekbone. "Cmon, baby." Her eyes fluttered opened, and she stared lovingly at him. So, this is the man I am going to marry? She looked down at her finger, the stones sparkling in the light. How can something so old look so new and shiny?

"You want to stay in bed?" Bellamy repeated lightly. "It'll be fun." He gave her a smooch on the side of her face. Then another, and then another.

"That would be amazing, Bell. There is nothing more than I want. I could do this all day." She kissed him passionately on his soft lips. "But . . . we both know we can't. You need to work on the cabin, and I need to assist Clarke in the medical tent." Lyfe gave him another kiss, this one, softer, then all over his face. "You made me the most joyful girl in the world last night." She was still crying about the proposal, and the ring. "I love you."

"I love you too. When the rest of the ARK comes down, and gets situated in a month, we'll get married then. All that we need is the Chancellor officiating it. And Octavia can be there too. She'll freak if she isn't invited. She'll probably want to make you a dress, so just let her. "

"I want her to be there. I love her like a sister, and I would love to wear one of her designs. So, when do you want tell the kids about all of this?" Lyfe asked sweetly and she kissed the mole by his mouth. A thought pondered her. "What if the ones that come down don't like me? What if they think I am a dangerous threat?"

"Tonight. We will announce everything tonight. Hey, don't worry about the ARK. Jaha loves you, and is grateful for all that you've done. He doesn't see you as a danger at all. Just like I do. Now, let's do an encore of last night before we get up."

The day steadily went on, and despite the wild night that occurred, the kids were working hard on the construction of their homes. Now that the Grounders were no longer a danger, they were all very eager to complete them. The fence had to be knocked down so the expansion of the camp can be made. When he took a break, Bellamy walked over to Monty's tent. Monty was working on making a much safer lighting system, repurposing some of the salvaged bulbs from the bunker and constructing them into lanterns. A lot superior than carrying fire torches around.

"Bellamy!" Monty exclaimed, panicked. "I'm sorry about last night. I swear to God, I didn't know that you were doing that. Please don't kill me. I got Jasper to take care of. Please! Think of Jasper!" He got down on his knees, made a praying gesture with his hands and pleaded, "Please, man! Spare me!"

Bellamy rolled his eyes and laughed. Dude must have popped too many hypnotic Jobi nuts again.

"Relax, Monty. I am not going to kill you or Jasper, and you can thank Lyfe for that. She values you guys too much. However, you are going to make up for your little barge in." He handed Monty two pieces of scrap metal, one silver, and one black.

"What do you mean by that, Bellamy? How?" Monty narrowed his eyes at him, and gave him a suspicious look.

"Well, how good are you at metal welding?" Bellamy asked with a half-smile.

"I guess okay. Why?" Monty looked down at the metal in his palm. The material was shiny, and no doubt from the dropship.

"I need you to make those two pieces of scrap metal I gave you into bands. The black one needs to be larger than the silver. Here, to make things go a lot easier and quicker, I already measured the sizes." Bellamy tossed the young engineer two pieces of suede string, one had a much smaller loop than the other, and he caught them. "I need these by the time the ARK comes down. No excuses." And with that, Bellamy walked out of Monty's tent, with Monty staring at him. Are these what I think they will be? Monty thought as he looked down again at the looped strings, and metal. He wants me to make wedding bands?

As Lyfe worked in the medical tent, sterilizing tools with Clarke, she acted secretive, but a small smile was indeed on her face. But since Clarke risked her life on the journey, Lyfe decided to share her blissful news. It only seemed fair.

"That is so lovely, Lyfe. I am ecstatic for you! And your ring, though quite rare, is beautiful." Clarke seen Lyfe's violet eyes grew luminous and vibrant as she looked down at her finger. "I won't say anything though. Bellamy just loves his speeches."

"Thank you. That he does. I was quite surprised by it myself last night. Bellamy is absolutely amazing. He is hard and tough, but there is this sweet and forgiving side to him. He thinks everyone doesn't see it, but they do. Yet, it is what makes him a great leader." There was a sublime lilt in her voice when she spoke his name. "I can't imagine my life without him." Clarke agreed that she couldn't argue with that.

"You really love him, don't you?" Clarke asked softly.

"Yes. With all my heart," Lyfe replied, locking her eyes with Clarke's blue ones. "I never thought I would have unconditional love." Or such a special man.

Suddenly, a scream pierced through the air, reaching the tent. Quickly, Clarke and Lyfe ran out to investigate. There was a group of kids circled around a young girl, who was holding her forearm in an awkward position. Both women pushed their way through, and seen that there was a long, deep vertical gash that started in the middle of the girl's arm, and ended at the wrist. Blood was sluicing out of it, like a stream. Clarke kneeled down for closer examination.

"How did this happen, Pearl?" Clarke asked the girl. She was having trouble focusing, and was crying in pain. "I need you to stay with us," She added gently and she held Pearl's arm up to ease the flowing. Lyfe had ran back to the tent to grab some bandages so she wrap and pressurize the gash. During the small duration, she slipped her ring off, and put it in the pocket of her pants, so it wouldn't get dirty or fall off. She worked carefully and quickly so there would be no more blood loss. It was then Bellamy who was working on their cabin, broke through the crowd, demanded that everyone got back to work, and checked out what was going on. His eyes grew wide when he seen the gash. What the hell happened? Lyfe and Clarke were trying to soothe the child, and his heart melted when he seen how caring and comforting Lyfe was. Not that he never noticed it before, but when she was caring for others, it brought out her real beauty. It's what makes her a true queen, he thought happily.

"I was chopping wood for the cabin, but the axe slipped and the blade landed on my arm. Will I be okay?" Pearl said in worried tone. "Oh, my God! It hurts!" The blood was quickly absorbing into the cotton. She gave Lyfe a suspicious glance, not sure if she should trust her. Even though she proved herself well-worthy among most, there were still a few people that were uncomfortable.

"You are going to need stitches, but you are going to be okay," Lyfe told her compassionately. "Can you stand? Or are you disorientated?" When Pearl tried to get up, her legs felt like jelly, and she couldn't retain balance. She collapsed bottom down on the ground, and cried. Lyfe felt sad for the little girl, her hollowed cheeks stained with tears, and her body slightly convulsing. She shot Bellamy a meaningful look.

"I'll carry her to the tent." Bellamy scooped her up carefully, trying not to move her arm. "I've got you, Pearl." Lyfe and Clarke walked on either side of him. He placed Pearl on one of the cots and she sat up against the tent's wall, and her body stiffened. Her green eyes shot between the three people around her. It was obvious that she was afraid.

"It's okay," Bellamy soothed her and placed his hand on Pearl's tiny shoulder. "These girls will give you the very best care." He looked over at Lyfe and gave her a small wink. Lyfe smiled back at him, and retained her concentration on Pearl.

"I am going to need you to hold very still, Pearl. I am going to massage some of this antibiotic seaweed gel on your arm." Lyfe held up a small, glass bottle and shown it to her. "Then, this might hurt a bit, but I need to stitch up the cut. Clarke will hold your hand, alright?" Pearl nodded at her. Lyfe poured some of the gel onto her arm, and rubbed it in, being very gentle. Then, taking some course black thread that was used for tents, she strung it through a needle dipped in antiseptic, and begun suturing the wound from the top. Pearl winced, and Clarke squeezed her hand a little.

"Good girl. Just keep still," said Lyfe. "You're nearly done. Bellamy, can you please hand me the bandages?" When she was finished, Lyfe wrapped her arm up, securely, but not too tight. Pearl stared down at her arm. She grimaced at the thick, white bandages.

"It needs to properly heal, so try not to move it harshly, and do not do any physical work for two weeks," Lyfe explained. Pearl said thank you, but then a new worry erupted her mind.

"What about the building of my house? Sara can't do it herself," Pearl asked with fright. Lyfe ruffled the little girl's wavy red hair that hung loose down her shoulders. "We will freeze this winter without the cabin."

"I'll help Sara out, Pearl. I am almost finished with Lyfe's and mine. Just have to finish the roof and apply mud to the walls. So, don't worry," said Bellamy reassuringly.

"Thank you, Bellamy," Pearl told him appreciatively. "Can I go? I need to go tell Sara."

"Sure. Remember, keep your arm at ease, Pearl," Clarke told her, and Pearl scooted off the cot, and trotted out the tent. Lyfe and Clarke smiled at one another, proud that they can work well together. When Clarke got up to wash the tools, Lyfe fixed up the cot, and removed the sheets. Bellamy aided her with it.

"You done great, Lyfe. You made Pearl feel very comfortable," he told her quietly. "You are such an amazing sweetheart. Our child will be very blessed to have you as a mother." She glowed at his words.

"I hope you are right, Bellamy." Lyfe looked at her ever growing tummy. He embraced her tightly, and said with a grin, "I know I am right." He then looked down at her hands, and asked, "Where's your ring?"

"Oh, I had to take it off so it wouldn't get dirty or lost. After I wash my hands, I will it put back on." She went over to the wide basin, poured cold water in it, and thoroughly scrubbed her hands. After she dried them, she slipped her ring back on. She shown the backside of her hand to him, and wiggled her finger.

"That's better." He gave her a bright smile. "I want everyone to know that you are mine, baby." Bellamy wrapped his arms around Lyfe, locking her to his chest. He kissed her on her forehead, and repeated, "Mine."

"Bellamy! No need to be possessive; I am pretty sure that they do, or you make sure of it." She gave him a little playful look, the delight dancing in her eyes. "I hope that's all the medical stuff I do today. Otherwise, it gets nerve-wracking," Lyfe said with a sigh, and then she looked down at her shirt, which was soaked with blood. The bright crimson against white was a strong contrast.

"You want to change, Lyfe?" Bellamy asked. "That can't be very comfortable."

"I might have other patients. I'll manage, Bellamy. Why don't you get back to work? The cabin won't finish itself. And Pearl and Sara need your help." Lyfe stood up on her toes and ran the back of her hand down his face. "Besides, all that hard work makes you even hotter."

"I'd rather watch you, but if you don't want me, then I will leave," he toyed with a slight smirk on his lips. Lyfe snickered at his cockiness.

"I'll see you in a bit, Bell. Have fun!" She brushed his cheek with a kiss, and seductively walked away.

After the group finished eating around the fire, and were relaxed, Bellamy decided that it was the best time to share the happy news about him and Lyfe. He couldn't wait any longer, and he wrapped one arm around her waist. She was beaming, her face full of light.

"Lyfe and I have some very important and great things to tell you guys about." He looked down at his beautiful queen with such passion and love. She smiled up at him, tears running down her cheeks. This made some of the other girls a little jealous. He was finally off the market, but he was extremely happy. He couldn't have had a better girl then Lyfe.

"Bellamy and I are engaged and are going to have a baby," Lyfe beamed, and her eyes were sparkling. Some of the kids starting speaking in soft tones, shocked, and a few whispered, "I told you so!" In a quick blur, Octavia shot up from her seat next to Jasper nearly knocking him off the log, and ran to give her big brother a hug who stumbled back a bit, then she hugged Lyfe next. Her green eyes were ablaze with complete excitement, and she was practically jumping out of her skin. She started babbling about details, and wedding plans, and baby names, and wedding dresses, and becoming an aunt. O was going a full 360. ° When she seen the ring, she squealed out.

"O, O, calm down!" Bellamy laughed, and tried to hold her down by grasping her arms. "The baby isn't here yet." Yet, Octavia seemed to be still bouncing and rattled on. Lyfe had to laugh at her reaction, as she never experienced someone else sharing her own happiness. The feeling was wonderful.

To the rest of the kids, Bellamy added, "We are to be married when the rest of the ARK comes down, and gets situated. So, about a month and a half, and please, don't make a big deal out of it. Just Jaha officiating it like he does in the sky. The baby's due in late spring, early summer." He looked at Lyfe for validation, and she nodded. "So, that is what we wanted to share with you. Pretty exciting stuff."

"A month and a half?" Octavia repeated with disbelief. "C'mon! We need to start on your gown right away!" She pulled Lyfe away from Bellamy's secured embrace. "It finally happened! I am getting a sister! Bell's okay, but he can be a pain in the ass." When Bellamy heard that, he scowled at her.

"Oh, Bell, I am sure Lyfe knows it too." She turned to her brother's fiancé, and asked her, "How do you put up with him?" She seen the promiscuous look on Lyfe's face, and said, "Never mind." Then, she pulled the girl into her tent, and starting to measure her.

"You know, you have such an amazing little figure, Lyfe," Octavia complimented. "You're lucky." Lyfe glanced down at her slim body, suddenly feeling self-conscience. Her breasts started to become fuller, and her legs that were always pretty, seemed shapelier. Plus, her stomach that was always flat and hard, was now a little protruding. She never really noticed it before, but then shook it off because it was imprudent to dwell on it. Life was too precious to think about such things. Yet, at the same time, she was creating life, and that is the most wondrous and loveliest experience. This child is going to have so much love, Lyfe thought blissfully. He really is.

"Octavia, where are you going to get the material for the dress?" Lyfe asked. "Supplies are limited, and really shouldn't be wasted. Even if it is a special occasion."

"You know that white deerskin and rabbit fur we've been saving?" Octavia asked. "For winter? Well, we are going to use just a little bit of it. It's going to be gorgeous!" Octavia's energy was contagious, and Lyfe was breaking her guard and following in the excitement.

"I sure hope Bellamy likes it," said Lyfe with a coy smile. "All he ever seen me in are tanks, leggings, boots, and the deerskin and leather jackets. You think he will Octavia?"

The dark haired girl gave the blond girl a genuine smile. "Bell's heart will stop the moment he'll see you in your gown. That is, if you hadn't stopped it already."

As Clarke and Bellamy tried to contact the ARK via video contact a few weeks later, there was nothing but blackness across the screen. The two of them were confused by the error, and tried to get connected multiple times. Nothing. Even Monty couldn't understand it and he was the one the constructed it. His conclusion was that the system in the ARK was probably out of service, or in better explanation, dead. Now what? What was happening up there?

"Nobody's coming down, Bellamy," realized Clarke with a pang. "The ARK finally ran out of oxygen or the engineering corrupted. I am going to tell everyone that their parents are gone."

"Clarke, I am sorry about your mom," Bellamy apologized, clasping his hand over shoulder. "I hope she didn't suffer."

"Thanks, Bellamy. And I am sorry that Jaha won't be able to bless your marriage. I know how much it meant to you. " Clarke looked at Bellamy then, and he was trying to hide his fallen emotion. He left in a hurry out of the dropship, in a rage of both sadness and hurt. Clarke should have followed him, to comfort him more, but her instincts told her not to. He is NOT yours to hold, Clarke.

In his and Lyfe's cabin, his sister was donning Lyfe in white suede deerskin. From what he could see, she looked like an angel. The flames in the fireplace illuminated her, like she was glowing, catching the gold highlights in her thick hair, and the sparkle in her smile. However, he had tears in his dark eyes as he walked up to both of them. Octavia was so consumed by her work, that she didn't notice him. Yet, Lyfe did and she was distraught by his crestfallen appearance. She casted her purple eyes down, and clicked her tongue at Octavia.

"Bellamy!" Octavia shrieked at him. "Don't you know its bad luck to see a woman in her wedding gown before the wedding?" She tried her best to shield Lyfe away, who stood on the chair that was from her old cave.

"Octavia, there isn't going to be a wedding, just an officiate, and there isn't even going to be that. Jaha and the rest of the ARK are gone." Now, he seen Lyfe shed tears down her cheeks.

"You sure about that, Bell?" Octavia asked in a disbelieved matter. "They can't just lose contact. We just heard from them a few days ago. Jaha said that he'd be honored to confirm your life together. It what you and Lyfe wanted."

"Well, they did apparently, O. We really don't know what happened. Can you give Lyfe and I some alone time?" Lyfe daintily stepped down, walked over to Bellamy and put her arms around him. In his shirt, she cried softly. Octavia nodded her head in understanding, and paced out the cabin. Bellamy led Lyfe to the bed, the same one from her cave, and sat on the edge. He went with Finn, and Murphy to bring it back, along with the table and chair, for when they moved into the cabin. He took her hand in his, and gently caressed the knuckles. The kids moved in the sturdier structures about two weeks ago. The timing was perfect because the weather dropped to cold temperatures, and snow had fallen.

"Bellamy, all those people. Gone." She cried, looking up at him. He kissed her softly on her mouth. Even though Lyfe never met the other Sky People, except through radio contact, she still very much grieved. Bellamy and the others were now disconnected from their birthright. But when one journey ends, another begins.

"I know, baby," he whispered, pulling her to him. "We just have to move on, as difficult as it is. Let's just hope to God that there was no pain." However, there was an indication of despair in his voice.

"I know that this sounds selfish and vain, but what about our vow exchange? I was looking forward to that. You were too, Bellamy." She brought her hand up to his chiseled face, and caressed it. Oh, how much I love this wonderful, and carefree man. I LOVE HIM completely.

"Didn't your tribe just do vocal exchanges, with one another, and nobody officiated it?" Bellamy asked. Lyfe looked at him in puzzlement, but nodded. She could read his mind then of what he was getting at. They were going to do it themselves, and they didn't need anyone else to tell them that they were married. They knew in their hearts that they were meant to be with the other. Besides, why did they need Jaha for, when he could officiate it himself? After all, he was the leader, even it was just a broken group of kids. Just as good as he was, and he seen the Chancellor performed ceremonies lots of times. And since Lyfe was already in her half-finished dress, it was the true timing. Her dress was strapless, with fur trim around the deep sweetheart neckline, and had a crisscrossed back of brown suede ribbon that ended at the small of the revealed back in a delicate, feminine bow. There was going to be a thigh high slit, also fur-trimmed along with the ankle length hem, showing off her slender legs, but Octavia didn't get to that point yet. The gown was of simple design, but very elegant. The white against Lyfe's vibrant eyes and tanned complexion was stunning and breathtaking. The silhouette contoured slightly to her slight, but developed curves. Bellamy smiled, and felt like his heart was going to stop at Lyfe's appearance. Octavia done a great job on the dress.

"You look like a beautiful angel, Lyfe. I love you." He kissed her deeply and very passionately on her lips. "I will be right back." He got up, turned around and started to exit out their home.

"Where are you going, Bellamy?" Lyfe called out as she put on some deerskin ballet flats. "Can I go with you?" She walked quickly over to him, stopping him at the door.

"No. I just have to get something, so please wait here, my queen." He kissed her forehead and left. During the small window of alone time, Lyfe fixed her hair by braiding a small section, and applied charcoal around her eyes. She wanted to look her very best for Bellamy. After all, this was their wedding night.

A few moments later, he returned with a beaming smile. What is he up to? Lyfe thought curiously.

"Wow, don't you look pretty! Are you ready for the vows, Lyfe?" He asked, and he slinked an arm around her waist. He took her by the hand as well.

"Yes, Bellamy." She looked deeply into his earth brown eyes, and kissed him. He nodded silently, and pulled her gently outside, through the secret exit in which nobody used, and led her to the pond. Bellamy wanted to make this perfect and memorable, and this was the spot in where they first fallen in love. Well, where he fallen in love, as Lyfe fell in love with Bellamy the first moment she seen him. It was very cold out, so he just draped his jacket over her slim shoulders to keep her warm. He didn't care if he froze, as long as Lyfe was protected. The baby needs protection. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, and Lyfe wished that she wore her combats, instead of the flats. Then, the boots would look ridiculous with this dress. The image in her mind made her smile, and Bellamy's heart sang when he seen it. Damn, she is gorgeous. The moon and stars that sparkled above them, reflected off the pond, and it shone back in her eyes. After staring into them for what seem like an eternity, Bellamy took her by the waist again, and held her close and tight. Oh, God. I love this woman so much, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her. He gave her a few kisses before he started, and hoped he wouldn't screw it up.

"I, Bellamy Blake, take you Lyfe to be my lawfully wedded wife to have, to honor, to obey, to cherish, to admire, and to love for the rest of my days, and into death and beyond. Through sickness, health, danger, happiness, tragedy, and accomplishment, I will be at your side, watching and protecting you. Promising you no absolute harm. Even though we came from two different dimensions, two different worlds, I knew you were the One for me the second my eyes swept over you. The only one. I wanted you to be my queen. A goddess in the sunlight on that cool autumn day, and the smile that lit up and thawed my heart. You blessed me with so much, and saved me from the depths of hell, and I will be eternally grateful and devoted to you baby. I really had nothing to live for, until I seen you. Lyfe, you're the best thing that has happened to me, and you are my universe. You have helped with our people in the most measurable of ways, and you done it with the strongest heart and mind. They are better because of you. I am a better and stronger man because of you. Without you, we wouldn't have survived. I cannot bear to be without you, and the delicate child that we made. He is going to have such a strong, beautiful mother to love." His hand went over her stomach. "I love you, Lyfe, and I always will love you." Bellamy took her face in his hands and kissed her. She felt like she was melting in his embrace, and the tears were pouring in waterfalls on her face. I am more than ready to share the rest of my life with him. I love this man so much.

"I, Lyfe, take you Bellamy Blake to be my lawfully wedded husband to partake, to honor, to obey, to cherish, to admire, to protect, to rise with, to fall with, to heal, to eternally love, and to share my life with you, and beyond that. Whatever this world will give to us, I will be right there with you. I came from a world of malevolence, and inhumane horror, yet, you didn't run. You didn't care, and you gave me hope and a reason for life again. I will be forever indebted to you, Bellamy. You mended my broken heart, restored my soul, and made me whole again. You are the only man that I need and desire. My joy. You saved me from Tristan's and Anya's wrath, healed and aided me back to health, and you helped me stop the unthinkable with the Grounders. I am honored and proud to say that our child will have such an amazing and incredible father to love and look up to. When you first appeared, it was unreal, like a dream, but only it wasn't. You were the shining star I was wishing for, Bellamy, and now, you are by my side. I cannot live another day without you. The first few weeks here at the camp were difficult as I had to adjust, but you made it very worthwhile. I never thought such bliss could exist, but you are that perfect definition. I will give you my full devotion and love for the rest of my days, and into death and beyond. You are a strong, moral leader for the people, and that is what they deserve and need. You are my king though, and I love you, Bellamy Blake, and I will always love you," Lyfe announced in joyful tears, and she wrapped her arms around Bellamy. He held her tight and close to him, kissing her face, their heartbeats in sync with one another.

"A symbol of my deepest love and commitment to you, Lyfe," Bellamy said as he dug into his pocket, and extracted the small silver band. "I had to antagonize Monty to make these rings." He let out a low chuckle, but regain his stance. "With this ring, I am now your husband." He slipped the ring onto Lyfe's finger. He handed her the black one, so she can place it onto his finger.

"A symbol of my deepest love and commitment to you, Bellamy Blake." She kissed the ring and slid it onto his. "With this ring, I am now your wife." She kissed Bellamy passionately on his lips, and he kissed her back, matching her kiss. They were married, and now they felt like nothing could tear them apart. "I love you."

"Oh, God, I love you too, baby. Tomorrow, we can celebrate with everyone. Would you like that, Lyfe?" He said sweetly to his new wife. He picked her up and twirled her about against the shimmering moonlight. She wrapped her arms around his neck for security, but she knew he would never drop her.

"I would love that, Bell," Lyfe replied with a kiss on his scar, still clinging him. "I will never get tired of kissing that scar."

"And I will never get tired of you kissing it," Bellamy smiled, and kissed her scar. "Or of you, for that matter."

For a few minutes, they stood with Lyfe in Bell's strong arms, and looked up at the stars. As he trailed his mouth down her jaw from behind, Lyfe noticed something that seemed to be too big and falling too fast to be a star. Her eyes grew in alarm, and she tighten her grasp on his hands.

"Bellamy, look!" She exclaimed quietly, as loud noise might destroy the romantic, newlywed moment. Bellamy and Lyfe watched in stillness and eyes wide, as an object, similar to the dropshop, but much larger cascaded from the black ink sky. As gravity heaved it closer in, they both realized that it was the ARK. It wasn't gone as they originally believed, but instead, it was landing. The rest of their people were coming home.