It’s almost @bellarkebigbang time! I’ve been working on this monster of a fic for so long, and I’m so excited to post it. It’s not quite time to post yet, so until then, have this sneak-peek!
Gravity Is Not Responsible for People Falling in Love
There was a knock on a different door on the opposite side of the room, which opened after the knocking finished.
"Hello," a lady said as she walked in. Clarke recognized her as one of the lawyers working for the council. "Griffins, Blakes," she said, gesturing to both sides of the room, "you can all come into this room."
The five of them filed in. Clarke and Bellamy were seated next to each other at a small table, while her parents and Octavia were directed to chairs against one wall of the room. The lawyer sat down on the other side of the table.
"The contract in front of you is your marriage contract," she said. "It is a legally binding document that can only be void in the case of death, abuse, infertility, or if you choose to do so after five years. Do you understand?"
The lawyer looked at Bellamy.
"Good," she said. She handed Bellamy a pen."Please sign here, here, and here," she said, pointing to the lines, "and initial here and here."
He did, then handed the pen to Clarke. Their hands brushed against each other, sending a shock up Clarke’s arm. She quickly schooled her expression before she signed her name next to his and gave the pen back to the lawyer.
“I’ll need one of you to witness the document,” the lawyer said to Clarke’s parents and Octavia.
Clarke’s dad came over and signed where the lawyer pointed.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the lawyer smiled. She stood up. "You three are now free to go," She said to Clarke's parents and Octavia before she turned back to Clarke and Bellamy. "You two can follow me."
She brought them into a different room where her secretary, who addressed them as Mr. and Mrs. Blake, asked them to follow her to their new quarters.
Mrs. Blake. It felt wrong to think of herself as a Mrs., and she'd never been anyone other than a Griffin. That's what she was now, though. She and Bellamy would be referred to as Mr. and Mrs. Blake: a couple, even though they barely knew each other.
They were brought to a unit in Alpha Station, on the opposite side from where Clarke's parents lived. They were given the keys, then left alone.
They stood next to each other in silence. Clarke could feel how close he was and she didn’t know if she should take a step back or try to bridge the gap between them; they were married, after all. She glanced over at him before looking around the apartment.
"I feel like we never really got to meet each other," he finally said.
"Me too," Clarke agreed, a wave of relief washing over her now that he had broken the silence. She turned towards him.
"So, uh, I'm Bellamy Blake," he said.
She felt a smile creep onto her face. "Clarke Griffin," she said. "Or, I guess it's Blake now. Clarke Blake."
