A/N: Here we go after my year hiatus!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters!

Bellamy POV

Clarke and Octavia went upstairs and I decided to be make dinner. I was getting the chicken out when my mom came back into the kitchen.

"What happened this weekend," she asked. I look over at her, knowing exactly what she's talking about. "Not that I disapprove, I'm just confused. I mean I've noticed the slight dissipation of you and Clarke's fighting, over the past few weeks, but I'm still confused."

I didn't really have to think about it too hard because I remembered how it started on Friday. "Well, I have felt something for Clarke for a long while now. I stopped sleeping around months ago," I stated, waiting for her reaction. She shook her head, obviously surprised. "I did. I was too scared to tell or show Clarke how I felt until I could at least tell her I wasn't still sleeping with different girls every other weekend. But I also couldn't tell her because I was so scared of rejection, but on Friday something changed." I turned the stove down so I could turn around and tell my mom everything. "She gave me this feeling that maybe my feelings wouldn't be shot down or rejected, but maybe they would be returned." I paused for a second and I looked my mom in the eyes. "And when she came into my room on Friday crying, I knew that she didn't hate me, but that she knew that I respected her and I understood what she was going through. Then I told her how I felt, because I couldn't bare holding it in any longer. And that's what happened." I give a light smile before returning my attention to the stove.

"Well I'm happy for you two," she says as she walks around the island to give me a hug. "So how are you going to ask her to prom?"

I look at my mother and say, "I have no idea!"

She laughs before saying, "We'll figure something out!" I give her another hug before we continue making dinner. We talked about the Tailor shop and school, and before we knew it, we'd made dinner and were calling for the girls to come down, but they couldn't hear us because they were yelling and jumping around O's room. I tell my mom that I'll go get them, she just nods with a smile on her face.

Clarke POV

"It wasn't like that, O," I say as I take a seat on her bed.

"Sure it wasn't," she says as she hands me the ice pack. "Clarke, don't get me wrong here, okay? I just don't know what happened between the two of you this weekend. Why the sudden showing of your mushy, lovey, doveyness..." Octavia and I break into a fit of laughter at her description. "I'm... Serious," she says in between gasps for hair.

I laugh again before saying, "I don't really know. I mean, I had a crush on Bell when we were kids, but that was kind of covered up by him being asshole all the time. But I've loved him for a little under how long I've loved you and Aurora; again, because of him being an asshole, even at 12." We laugh as we remember this e first time Octavia brought me home from school and Bellamy thought I was one of the mean girls making fun of O. We got into an argument and that was just the beginning of many future arguments that would follow. "But lately, Octavia, your brother and I had formed this weird respect thing." She looked at me reassuring that she knew what I was talking about. "He's always taken care of me when it's been something serious, but lately it's been more. When Finn cheated on me or when Dax tried to go further than I wanted to, Bellamy 'took care of them,' which as you remember meant that I had to take care of Bell's bloody knuckles." We laugh at this. "But he did more than that. He held me in his arms after each bad break up. I've never felt more at peace, or at home."

I look up from my hand on my lap and see Octavia wearing that Blake smirk on her face. "You love him," she says with her smirk growing into a shit faced grin. "You really love him." And then she starts jumping up and down the bed crying out. "You love him! You love him! You really really love him!"

I stand up on the bed, tossing my ice pack aside to try and tackle Octavia. "Shut up, Octavia!" She dodges my attempt and I slam my hands into the wall.

"Clarke and Bellamy sitting in a tree-" I hear someone yelling for us downstairs, but Octavia heard it and starts to sing/ yell louder. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G! FIRST COMES LOVE THEN COMES-" I finally get a hand clamped over her mouth as I pull her down to the bed. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Shhhhhh, Octavia," I half yell. I hear the footsteps get closer, so I take my hand off her mouth. Hoping it wasn't a mistake.

The door opens as Octavia yells, "MARRIAGE THEN COMES A BABY IN A BA- Oh hey, Bell!"

I'm still sprawled on top of Octavia when Bellamy opens the door. I don't turn around, knowing that my face and ears will be imitating a tomato at the moment. "Hey, O," he says, and I can hear the smirk in it. "Dinners ready when you two weirdos are done."

Octavia and I look at each other. Weirdos is what he would call us when we were Octavia, 9, and I was 10. After he called us weirdos, we would proceed into chasing him down the stairs and tackling him on the couch. I promptly rolled off of Octavia into a sitting position on one side of the bed and Octavia did the same on the other side.

Then we ran after him.

The stairs sounded like they would give out as Bellamy, Octavia, followed by me; bolted down them. I lined up with Octavia as we had Bellamy put in directly in front of the couch. Octavia looked at me, I nodded, and we ran on either side of Bellamy and pushed him over the back of the couch. We ended up in a mess on the other side. We were all too busy laughing to notice that Aurora had walked up to us, camera in hand, and *SNAP* took our picture. Octavia gets off the couch first yelling, "Mom!" And takes her down so they're both rocking on the recliner laughing.

Bellamy and I laugh at them. As I try to get up, Bellamy pulls me towards him so we end up rolling off the couch. I hear Octavia and Aurora pause before laughing again. This time Bellamy joins them, and I just crack a smile. Bellamy is still holding me to him when Aurora and Octavia get up to go to the kitchen. I try to get up, but the boy's a lot stronger than my arms. "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" He asks with a wicked grin on his face.

I rest my my face in my hands and my elbows in his chest. "To go get food, but alas I can not seem to break free from this ogre's grasp." I dramatically sigh.

"Ogre, huh?" He looks at me in mock hurt, before grinning at me. "You didn't seem to mind this ogre's grasp this morning." I laugh lightly, "No, I suppose I didn't." He chuckles under his breath before leaning up to kiss me. I miss him back and then I make my escape as I feel his arms loosen. "Ha!" I say victoriously standing up. "Well played, Princess," he says as he puts a hand up in the air for me to help him up. To my surprise he actually gets up rather than pull me down. "Now let's go eat, I'm starving!" I grab his hands and run to the kitchen.

"Glad you could join us," Octavia says laughing at us. I just stick my tongue out at her and watch her eyes crinkle as she smiles again. Bellamy and I take our seats and dig in! The dinner is soooooo good, but I mean Bellamy is a force to be reckoned with when you put him in a kitchen.

Dinner goes through with minimal jokes about my eye, about Bellamy and I, talk about the Tailor shop, and about how school went. As the Blakes start to jokingly argue about how Octavia will be abusive to Lincoln as a wife, I start to clear the table. "The poor guy will have new bruises every time I see my grand babies," Aurora says. "I don't give him those," Octavia half yells in defense. "Yeah those come from his little sisters, I mean just look at my bruises from you," Bellamy says. All three of them laugh and continue talking.

As I put the last of the dishes in the sink, I get the hot water, and then I lean against the counter and look at the three people in front of me. I'm used to the overwhelming amount of love I feel looking at them, but the twinge of sadness isn't new but not frequent. This makes me miss how my family used to be when my dad was alive. I try to push the thought away as I start working on the dishes.

I don't notice that the conversation behind me behind to die down. I'm on the last platter when I feel two hands on my waist. "You didn't have to do that," he says resting his head on my shoulder.

"I kind of did, since your mom is letting me stay here." I move to put the platter away and he moves with me. I turn around in his embrace and we just stand there holding onto each other. The thought burned across my mind just as it did for Octavia. What happened this weekend?

A/N: So happy to be back! So it's been a year, I know but let's just move forward! Thank you for all the support and request!