"He cheated on you, Clarke!"

"No, he cheated with me! I was the other woman!"

This was the hundredth time they'd had this argument.

"You need to tell him."

"Like hell I do. He doesn't deserve to know!"

"Look, Clarke. If I were in his position, I would like to know that I was going to have a kid." I would love it if your kid was mine, Clarke.

"You wouldn't be in his position, Bellamy, because you're better than him!"

Bellamy froze at her words. Did his best friend, the girl he was in love with, just say that? He must be going crazy.

Clarke sunk into the couch more, silent. A silence that meant she wasn't mad anymore, just tired.

Bellamy sat next to her. "Okay, listen. Just tell him. Just tell him and then you'll be done. He doesn't have to be in your baby's life if you don't want him to." I'd gladly take the paternal role for your child.

A small hand covered Bellamy's knee. "What would I do without you, Bell?"

The corner of Bellamy's mouth tipped up. "I don't know, Princess. I guess you're just lucky."

Clarke stared down at the barely visible bump on her belly. "Not lucky enough…"

"Okay, that's it." Bellamy had had enough. Clarke had been resenting this baby ever since they found out about it. "You've gone this long without getting rid of the kid. I know you've grown attached to it. Don't think I haven't seen you cradling your stomach or smiling at it. You want this baby, I know you do. Regardless of who the father is, I'll be the best damn uncle you've ever seen." Bellamy pointed at Clarke. "And you know I'm pretty damn good. You've seen how I am with O's kid."

Clarke squeezed Bellamy's knee then wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, Bellamy." She pulled away. "I guess I'll go call Finn…"

"Do you want me to come with you?"

A small smile was flashed his way. "Thanks, but this is something I have to do alone."

Bellamy watched Clarke slowly climb the stairs. He knew it wasn't because of the extra weight that made her steps heavy, it was because she was trying to delay the phone call.

He remembered the look on her face when he had come home a month ago to find her a total mess and completely freaking out. He was finally able to coax a whispered, "I'm pregnant" out of her before she was sobbing into his arms. Bellamy had been so stunned he was speechless, not that he'd have been able to get a word out over her blubbering.

All of his fantasies about Clarke finally realizing what a great guy Bellamy was and running to him and kissing the shit out of him had crashed and burned once Finn Collins walked into their lives. Clarke couldn't stop talking about him, and even though Bellamy hadn't met him, he hated Finn's guts. Bellamy so wished that Clarke would gush about him and not 'Spacewalker'.

"He's a pilot, but he once skydived and he had dreamed of becoming an astronaut so his friends from high school started to call him Spacewalker," Clarke had explained. "He has such an amazing life. He's been places I've only seen in movies, he's done things I've dreamed of, oh, Bellamy…" Blah, blah, blah.

Turns out Spacewalker wasn't so perfect after all.

Once night, after he had been over for dinner, he had accidentally left his phone on the counter. Clarke was upstairs in the shower, leaving Bellamy to clean the dishes when Finn's phone rang and he answered it.

"Hello?" he had asked.

"You're not Finn. Where's Finn?" On the other line was a woman.

"No, I'm not. Finn left his phone at my house on accident." Bellamy struggled to pronounce the name in a way that didn't involve gritting his teeth. He didn't succeed.

The woman sighed. "That's my boyfriend for you. Always leaving things behind."

Bellamy choked. Boyfriend? "I'm sorry, what?"

"What are you doing with Finn's phone, Bell?"

At first, he was confused as to how the lady on the other line knew his name, and then Bellamy realized Clarke had appeared behind him.

But before Bellamy could warn Clarke, she had plucked the phone from his hand and said, "Finn, yes, you left your phone here. I'll give it to you at our breakfast date tomorrow."

"What the hell?!" Bellamy heard the other woman screech. "A date? Who are you and what the hell do you think you're doing dating my boyfriend?"

Clarke's mouth dropped. She stared at Bellamy, complete shock on her features. All of that was gone in a second, though, before Clarke threw the phone at the wall, shattering it, and collapsing on the floor.

All Bellamy could do—knew what to do—was sit on the floor with her and hold her, much like he did when he got the pregnancy news a month and a half later.