Chapter 1:

Clarke held the fidgeting bundle against her as she walked around the drop ship, a smile on her lips as she talked to the baby. "Your father is out hunting and your mother is completely busy…" She sung while trying to organize her medical area. The baby's blue eyes stared into hers as she continued to spout off nonsense for his entertainment. He smiled, opening and closing his hands repeatedly. She cooed, laughing with him—pressing their foreheads together.

"Who knew you were a baby person?" Bellamy's smart ass comment broke through her concentration. He held a gun in his hand before he propped it against the wall. His features were covered in dirt and sweat mixture that sent a flutter through her stomach. She claimed that her heightened sexual desire was because of the birth of the multiple babies and she was in a yearning state for her own. Or the fact that it'd been awhile…"Come to your Uncle Bellamy." He extended his arms out to the 9 month old, who gladly complied. "Aww, don't look too insulted Clarke. He just likes me better."

"Where's Miller?" She asked flatly, turning around to organize with her recently freed hands. "You always do that." Bellamy liked watching her bend down, his eyes looking at her backside rather than the baby in his arms. Noah's hand came up, practically slapping him back into reality as he envisioned her writhing body under his.

"What?" He cleared his throat as he looked at the baby in his arms and then back at her physique. Her shirt was riding up her back, showing the sweet skin of her lower back. He wanted to take her shirt off, throw it over her head, brushing back that halo of hair before he was captured by her spell.

"Baby-hog." Clarke said accusingly, "You know I like his company and you always snatch him up the second you see him."

"I'm his Uncle." Bellamy shook his head once more, trying to block out the sexual thoughts he was having about her. "You don't even have a title, Clarke, even though I could get you the title of aunt if you begged for it."

"I delivered him!" Clarke argued, ignoring his last comment. "Besides his mother's womb, I was the first one to hold him." She turned around and faced him.

Bellamy's disgusted look made her crack a smile, "That's not a mental image I wanted to have of Haley." He shook it off with his entire body. "Here." He handed Noah back to her, "I'm dirty anyway…this is not a win in your book I just don't want him to contract anything."

She rolled her eyes, pressing her forehead against Noah's soft skin. "This is totally a win little buddy." She said in her baby voice, "Tell your Uncle Bellamy to suck it."

"Fu-" Bellamy started but he was soon cut off by clapping.

"The two idiots I let watch my son!" Miller continued to clap his hands, "Wow…your vocabulary is going to be something, Noah." He took his son away from Clarke and she immediately felt the emptiness in her arms. She wished there was a shot for baby fever…or an herb. Would Monty think she was crazy if she asked? "Thanks for watching him Clarke."

"You know it's never a problem, I love him." She winked at Noah. "That's right—I love you." The baby smiled, laughing and playing with his hands again.

"You're his favorite girlfriend."

"His favorite?" Clarke snorted, "As in there are others?"

"Noah knows how the game works like his uncle." Bellamy commented with crossed arms as he leaned against the drop ship wall. His eyes were starting to close. She realized how exhausted he must be. They'd stayed up all night with food rations and other little things that were important for survival.

Truthfully, she was tired too because when Bellamy went hunting—she got Noah. Haley was a good mom, sure, but she was incredibly youthful and not at all…well, responsible. She was quick to pawn Noah off on anyone (Clarke) that was willing to take him.

Miller eventually took Noah and claimed something about nap time. Clarke snorted, "Good luck" while waving to her absolute favorite boy in the entire camp. "Go to bed, Bellamy." She turned to him.

"Are you using your mom voice with me?" He arched an eyebrow, still asleep.

"I don't have a mom voice, I'm not a mom." Clarke said with a pang of something in her chest. She covered it up, "Unless we're speaking about the children outside." Bellamy finally opened his eyes and crossed the room, throwing himself on the table. "You can't sleep here."

"Why?" He asked, "I don't have the energy to walk across camp." He watched her eyes exam his stretched out body and flexed muscles, "You see something you like?"

"You know I do." Clarke said with a smirk on her face. She moved closer to him and winked but then she went back to destroying his mind with her unnecessary organizing. His mouth dropped open a little as his imagination took over all of his senses.

He waited to speak until she turned around and looked at him. His seductive glances and smirk sent another flutter through her. She put a hand on her hip to keep herself together. "You keep postponing the inevitable." He whispered as she stepped over to him, "Why, princess?"

"You know why…" Clarke said, "I watch Noah at night and we can't have sex in front of him."

"Let his parents watch him. Clarke…" Bellamy groaned, "I need you."

"I'm positive you can handle yourself." Clarke told him before she yawned, "There are tens of girls that are lining up outside your tent. Get with them…"

Bellamy turned serious, "I don't want to be with anyone but you. You're the one refusing to accept the fact that I can commit to you. Let me commit to you…I'm tired of hooking up without anyone knowing you're mine."

"I'm not yours though." Clarke pointed out, "Why do you want to be with me anyway?"

"You know why…"