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She doesn’t know how much time passes before she wakes up again but it’s early and if her glassy, sleep-heavy eyes are correct, she catches sight of the electronic clock that says it’s just five-thirty in the morning.
Bellamy’s sitting up, putting on his pants and brace with his back to them. Gus’ curled up on his own, his face pressing to her chest, breathing, sound asleep.
“Bell-my?” she mumbles quietly and he turns around, face tired but eyes much awake and he smiles.
“Shh, you still have some time, get more sleep.”
“Rations in Factory are delivered before six in the morning.” he explains as he’s standing up and tucking her and Gus back in. The electricity is back on from what she can see but the room is still freezing cold, his breath visible as he spoke. “I’ll wake you guys later.” he promises when he runs his hand down Gus’ curly hair and then squeezes her arm up before he’s up on his feet.
Her eyes droop again, she must be that tired but she does register him limping to the door, throwing his jacket on and grabbing his ration points card from the table as well as the bag of clothes they had mended the night before.
He’ll probably need to bring them over to Aurora and pick new ones, she thinks. “I should’ve gotten up and helped him, asked him if I could do it all instead of him so he doesn’t tire himself.”
But she falls asleep again instead and with Gus so tightly wrapped around her she feels like she’s the happiest she’s ever been in a very long time.
She does hear him come back. Even though she hasn’t spent any time with them lately, she’s already getting accustomed to his limp, the way he breathed, his coughs and she could tell what he was doing even though she was still too tired and sleepy to open her eyes.
Then a nice smell overwhelms her-of coffee and some toast but still he doesn’t come-she hears the bathroom door open and she decides her and Gus must have at least a few more minutes.
The kiddo has moved with the morning noises his dad made as well, but he was stubbornly nuzzling himself even closer to Clarke’s chest. Her nose was buried in his curls and she was breathing his sweet childish scent in.
When the door opens up again she forces herself to crack an eye opened and sucks in a breath when she sees him half naked, obviously having just taken a shower. He had put on his working jumpsuit but the upper part and the sleeves were down, hanging from his waist.
He was drying his hair off with a tower, leaning heavily on his left side because of his bad leg.
Clarke has the urge to call him, say something, bring his attention to her but she stops herself and just marvels at him. There was something unearthy to Bellamy in that moment, he looked, despite his many scars and the loss of weight, like one of those Greek characters he told Gus about.
It was as if the gods had chosen him to punish the most but he still stood proud and beautiful and just so brave that it took her breath away.
This was him, her Bellamy, the strongest most stubborn person she knew whose loved spilled off of him in waves, who lived and breathed for his son, who gave his life away in pieces for everyone else without thinking of getting anything in return.
The thought scared her too and her eyes fell for a moment roaming over his wrecked body.
As beautiful as he was, he was also so damn hurt.
A cough shook him, he winced and reached to grab the metal chair by the table to steady himself-a moment passed where he had his eyes closed and she wondered what was on his mind in that moment-was he telling himself to just get over it or was he praying for it to pass as fast as it can.
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