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Clarke woke up to the glorious smell of pancakes and someone playing with the ends of her blonde curls that were splayed out on the pillow. Smiling gently she opened one eye to look up at her boyfriend.
‘Morning princess’, Bellamy greeted her, with a sweet morning kiss.
Sitting up Clarke noticed a blue mug filled with coffee on the bedside table, grabbing it she practically inhaled the entire thing before letting out a content sigh. Chuckling Bellamy passed her a plate of pancakes covered in a layer of maple syrup and fresh berries, just the way she likes it. Clarke’s heart clenched slightly at this small gesture, deciding that she could wake up every morning like this forever.
‘Looks like the princess has an appetite but to be fair after last night’s activities I’m not surprised’, this earned him a playful slap in the chest. Sitting cross legged on top of the covers in only one of Bellamy’s shirts, Clarke placed her empty plate on the bedside table next to her mug. She could here Raigns cover of ‘Knocking on heaven’s door’ playing from the music system in the living room. A breeze coming in from the window was blowing bits of her hair into her face.
Clarke looked over to Bellamy, who was massaging her feet whilst leaning against the wall, ‘Bell, could you please shut the window behind you, sorry I’m getting hair in my mouth’.
‘Yeah, sure thing babe’, dropping Clarke’s feet back onto the bed he stood up and walked over to the window. Looking up at the sky he grabbed the window sill, and took a deep breath. Come on Blake, you can do this, calm the fuck down, he thought to himself.
As Bellamy turned around walking back to her Clarke couldn’t but help to admire Bellamy’s body. His tracksuit bottoms hung low on his hips, so that she could easily see his impressive V-line, his solid abs and shoulder muscles flexed slightly as he thrust his hands deep into his pockets.
Bellamy smirked, ‘Like what you see princess?’
Clarke throw back her head laughing, ‘Jeez Bell, we’ve been dating for two years now, you know I like what I damn well see! Now get over here, I wanna morning cuddle’.
As he got closer to Clarke, Bellamy’s anxiousness became evident on his face. Finally he stood next to the bed, grabbing her small, pale, feminine hands in his big, tanned, rough ones and brought them to his lips to place a slight kiss on them. Clarke was now sitting on her knees looking up at him; a small crease in her forehead had formed due to his strange body language, she just couldn’t understand what had him so worked up.
‘Hey what’s wrong?’
Letting out a big, deep breath Bellamy looked his girlfriend straight in the eye, ‘Clarke Griffin I love you!’
Laughing again she told him that she loved him too, shaking her head slightly at his antics.
‘No, no I mean. Clarke Griffin, I love you, like more than I have ever loved anyone my whole life. You make me laugh when I’m in a grump, help me to calm down when I’m about to start a war. You practically barged your way into my life, never taking any of my shit and demanding that I listen to what you had to say. You became Octavia’s best friend, worked insane hours to become a doctor and have overcome and exceeded all expectations, destroying anyone who even doubted you for a second. I love you and I have been so happy being able to call you my girlfriend but that’s not enough, not anymore.’
At this Clarke’s face fell and tears started to form in her eyes, ‘So what? You’re just going to dump me and move on to someone more exciting and interesting?’
‘What! Oh god no! No, no Clarke I mean I … fuck it.’ Kneeling down on one knee Bellamy let go of one of Clarke’s hands to pull out a small velvet box from his pocket. Opening it to reveal an elegant diamond ring, ‘Oh my god’ Clarke gasped, as she covered her mouth with one of her hands.
‘Clarke Griffin will you marry me?’ Holding his breath Bellamy waited for his princess’s answer, which he promptly got as she flung herself at him crying out yes. Wrapping her arms tightly around him
Clarke burst into tears whilst laughing into the crook of his neck. Bellamy slid his large arms around her waist, pressing his face into her hair and breathing in her smell.
Several minutes later the pair disentangled themselves, so that Bellamy could slip the ring onto her finger. They lost themselves in their own little world for the rest of the morning, simply finding joy in just being together and the prospect that their together could be forever.
Just before midday the couple where forced back into reality, when they heard Octavia banging on Bellamy’s door demanding to be let in.
‘Shit, shit, shit! I’ve got to hide. Crap ok you take her into the kitchen, distract her and I’ll sneak out the front door, ok?’ Clarke shout whispered running into Bellamy’s bedroom to hurriedly get into some clothes.
‘Jesus Christ Clarke. We’re getting fucking married; I think it’s about time we told everyone!’ Bellamy blurted out sounding rather exasperated.
‘Yeah, I know Bell but do you honestly think this is the best way to find out! Come on, well call for a S.O.S. meeting this afternoon and tell them, yeah?’ Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, Clarke carried on changing as quickly as possible grabbing all of her stuff.
‘Hmm, you’re probably right. It’s going to be a damn weird conversa….’
‘BELLAMY FUCKING BLAKE OPEN THIS GODDAMED DOOR THIS MINUTE BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN.’
‘I’m coming O, just a sec!’ he smiled at Clarke before opening the door to greet his baby sister, who happened to look extremely pissed off.
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Looking through the crack in the bedroom door, Clarke watched her boyfri- fiancée, she grinned at the thought, open the door to his little sister and her best friend, Octavia Blake. The girl was a force of nature to be reckoned with and was also one of the reasons that Clarke and Bellamy were in a secret relationship.
Clarke couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when they told all of their friends, especially Octavia. The problem was that none of her and Bellamy’s friends, whom they counted as family, actually knew they had been dating. To be honest all of their friends thought that the pair had some sort of blood feud, with how well they pretended to hate each other.
At first, they had hated each other, always fighting and getting at each other’s throats, but after an awkward dinner with her mother, that had turned into a verbal beating as Abby scolded Clarke’s life choices. Clarke had gone over to the Blake’s crying, looking for Octavia. Instead, she was met with the older Blake, who just took the little blonde into his large arms and comforted her for the rest of the evening, until he had her in stitches laughing her ass off whilst binge watching Marvel.
This had eventually turned into a deep trusted friendship which progressed into a passionate relationship, but deciding that it was easier they kept it a secret at least to start with. Now, two years later, they were engaged and their friends still had no clue whatsoever.
Clarke was thrilled to be telling her friends but also absolutely petrified. It was going to be a very interesting day, to say the least.
As Octavia entered the kitchen, her blonde friend snuck out the door and headed home.