Augustus nodded his head dramatically as he sat up and grabbed his fathers hand, pulling him towards the room.
                          
Clarke sighed. Her son loved Bellamy, more than she thought he could in such a short amount of time.
                          
If her son was going to cry because he thought that Bellamy was going to leave, how long could they avoid what Augustus wanted? He wanted Bellamy to be there all the time, day and night. Bellamy couldn't be there if they lived apart.
                          
While Bellamy was putting Augustus to bed, Clarke decided to wash the dishes they had used for dinner. She stacked them on the drying rack and then wiped down the benches. 
                          
She didn't know Bellamy had been watching her for the past two minutes. Clarke jumped when she saw him sitting on the bar stool. 
                          
"Shit! Way to give me a heart attack Bell!" She yelled as she washed the sponge she had used to wipe the benches down.
                          
Bellamy smirked. "Sorry princess."
                          
Clarke smiled. "So i was thinking about going to the cemetery to see my moms grave tomorrow. I was thinking. . I dont know, you don't have to if you don't want to but. . I just don't think I'm ready to go alone."
                          
"Yes, Princess. I'll go with you," Bellamy said as he stood up and slowly walked towards her.
                          
Clarke tried not to let herself get distracted by the way he walked towards her. He was so attractive and the pants and short sleeved shirt that he was wearing didn't help at all. 
                          
Clarke felt her heart race when he stopped right in front of her. Their bodies were probably only a couple of inches away from each other.
                          
"So, looks like Augustus has a new favourite person," Clarke said with a smile.
                          
Bellamy chuckled. "Don't be jealous Griffin, we all know that he loves you more than anything."
                          
Clarke sighed. "It's just. . I hate seeing him upset and he's gonna get upset every time you leave."
                          
"What are you saying Clarke?"
                          
"He's just a baby, and I don't think that bouncing him from house to house will be good for him," Clarke said as she picked at her finger nails, trying to avoid Bellamy's stare.
                          
"You want me to move in?" Bellamy asked surprised.
                          
"Not right now, but eventually, yes. You're Augustus's father, he needs you now more than ever."
                          
"He doesn't even know that I'm his father, Clarke," Bellamy stated.
                          
"Well. . When do you want to tell him? He needs to know soon, or he'll figure it out. And honestly i want him to hear it from us."
                          
Bellamy looked at her shocked. Did he think that she didn't want to tell him. Bellamy finally spoke. "You gave him my last name."
                          
Clarke sighed. "He is your son, he's a Blake."
                          
Bellamy lightly smiled. For a second, Bellamy found his strength. He knew that he loved Clarke, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman and their son. He never thought that he would love again until Clarke walked back into his life.