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Chapter 26: Epilogue

Clarke struggled up the bleachers; one little blue backpack slung over one shoulder and a pink one hanging from her only free hand. Her three year old son, Augustus or Auggie for short, was chattering away about goodness knows what and swinging her arm back and forth in time with his small steps.

When they finally reached their seats the family was waiting for them. Raven and Wick were both struggling to corral their five-year-old, Jay, as she bounced excitedly. The little girl had Wick's startling blue eyes and Raven's dark hair. She was adorable, and just as sassy as her mother.

"Where have you been," Raven asked, moving her legs so Clarke could squeeze past.

"Well we had a bit of a situation," Clarke said with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh," Raven grinned, nodding in understanding.

Clarke shook her head, sitting down with an oof. She was reaching for Auggie when the little boy started to squirm and squeal.

"Not you too," Clarke pled.

"Linc! Linc," Auggie screeched, reaching for his big brother.

"Hey Momma," Lincoln grinned as he took his little brother.

"Thank goodness," Clarke sighed, "Take him and keep him. I can't deal with another toddler tantrum today."

"Bad day," Octavia asked with a grin.

"You have no idea. Your brother's child inherited every bit of his stubborn charm," Clarke replied dryly.

Octavia just laughed before snuggling into Lincoln's side as she began to talk to Auggie. Clarke looked fondly on the scene, thankful that her two favorite twenty somethings had finally gotten their act together.

Telling Bellamy had been tricky. He'd gone from yelling to silence, glaring at the pair like they'd committed an unpardonable atrocity. Thankfully a very pregnant Clarke had been able to convince him that he was being childish, and now he was completely sold on the idea of his sister and Lincoln as a couple.

Clarke was pulled from her thoughts when the band started playing, her eyes drawn to the field where the Mountain Men would soon enter. She didn't have to wait long before the team was jogging out, Bellamy and his coaching staff bringing up the rear.

Raven burst into a fit of giggles when she saw Bellamy, Wick's deep chuckles soon chorusing. Clarke glared at them, but a smile soon broke through because the sight was just too darn cute.

Bellamy stood with his hands on his hips, his hat pulled down to shield his eyes from the evening sun as he yelled out orders. As delicious as that sight was for Clarke, the real vision was the little girl with deep brown curls standing at his side.

Their other three year old, Julia, was a stark contrast to Auggie's blue eyes and blonde hair. She was her father's daughter all bravado, bronze skin and brown eyes. She was his constant shadow, and that's why she also stood with little hands on her hips and a hat pulled down over her ears.

Jules, as she was affectionately known to her father, had pitched the biggest fit that afternoon when Clarke had insisted that she couldn't go with Bellamy to the game. Her mother had been prepared to tell her she could forget about that pony birthday party, when Bellamy gave in.

He did a lot of that with both kids, but his daughter's tears were his kryptonite. He'd said she could be his helper at the game, and offered to take Auggie as well but the little boy said he'd rather sit and watch with Clarke.

So now the little girl was prancing up and down the sidelines right behind her father, her hands raised in frustration when one of the players did something that she disapproved of.

Clarke shook her head with a fond smile, her gaze searching out her teenager. She found his number, A.J. preparing to take the snap. Bellamy said he was every bit the natural Lincoln had been at sixteen. He was smaller, but Kane swore up and down he was faster. Lincoln of course denied this, but he was proud of his little brother.

"Hey, sweetie," Abby smiled as she and Kane squeezed onto the bleacher seat.

"Hey, Mom," Clarke said, never taking her eyes from the game.

"Where's Jules," Kane asked, a loud guffaw escaping when he finally spotted the little girl.

"If he could tell her no she would be up here, but as you can see that is a word Bellamy Blake uses sparingly with that little squirt," Clarke grinned.

"He's going to make a coach out of her yet," Kane chuckled.

"I dread the day he tells her she can't play football," Clarke grimaced.

"Who says she can't," Lincoln shrugged, "As far as I know there's no rule against it."

"Don't encourage them," Clarke groaned, "That's all I need…"

Her daughter's precociousness was forgotten when A.J. scored the first touchdown of the game. As Clarke settled back into her seat, she couldn't help but think that she couldn't be happier.

She had the man of her dreams, healthy children, and a family who loved them. Her past brought her here, and she wouldn't change one thing. She caught Bellamy's gaze, blowing him a kiss. She grinned as he caught it dramatically, his answering smile still sending shivers down her spine.

Life wouldn't always be easy, but she'd learned long ago that love made anything bearable. With Bellamy she'd found all the love she would ever need, and she was excited to see what the future had in store. No matter what came her way, Bellamy would be there and they would face it together, forever.

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