Bellamy was late for class. He was never late for class, and this was all Murphy's fault. Because Murphy is an ass and messed with Bellamy's alarm clock just for the fact that 'Bellamy is a nerd and uses an actual alarm clock instead of his phone.'

And since Bellamy was late for class, he was in a rush, and since he was in a rush, he wasn't looking where he was going. And since he wasn't looking where he was going—

CRASH!

"What the hell?!"

Bellamy ended up sprawled on top of a blonde in the middle of the quad. In between them, unfortunately, looked to be the pieces of an art project.

He immediately pushed himself off of her. "Oh, shit. I am so sorry."

"You better be! That was my final, you asshole!"

She sat up and glared at Bellamy. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. He knew he was in for it. He—

Bellamy awoke to the sound of screams. Normally, people would be concerned, but not if they were a parent, which is what Bellamy was.

Seven years and three kids later, he still couldn't believe it. It didn't matter that two of them were biologically his, Charlotte was his daughter through and through. He was very thankful that she was the spitting image of her mom.

Bellamy rubbed at his face, trying to make the sleep go away, when a small body jumped on his. "Oof!"

"Wake up, daddy! Mommy says it's your turn to make breakfast!"

"Okay, Billie, I'm up, I'm up." He sat up and wrapped his daughter in his arms. "So what's on the menu this morning?"

Billie scrunched up her nose to think. "Mmm…pancakes!"

"Jacob wants eggs," said a voice from the doorway: Charlotte.

"He's a baby! He can't talk!"

Charlotte stuck her tongue out at her sister. "Well, then I want eggs. Mom says that she's not hungry."

"Did she now? Is she in her studio?"

"Mhmm."

Bellamy sighed. His wife got into the zone when she was painting. He'd have to go interrupt her soon to get her to eat. He got out of bed, his four year old still in his arms. "Do you two want to help me with breakfast?"

Charlotte nodded, but Billie shook her head.

"Okay, then. Well, why don't you go check on your brother?"

"Okay!"

She was off running as soon as Bellamy let her down. He ruffled Charlotte's golden hair. "Come on, Princess. Breakfast time."

Life isn't as easy as it seems, but he wouldn't do it any other way.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I can't believe I've been writing this for TWO years! You guys are the best!

Thank you for all of your name suggestions! Charlotte and Sybil (Billie) were the most popular!

I hope you enjoyed!