Life on Earth gets easier every year.
The first year was by far the most difficult. Constant fear of the grounders and the Mountain Men made things somewhat of a living hell. They lost over half of the original hundred but gained over three times that amount when the survivors came down from the Ark. Add in the group of surviving grounders that had followed Lincoln to the Ark camp and that gave them almost two hundred people living there by the end of that first year.
It was easier to build themselves a decent camp with the extra hands and by the end of the second year they had what resembled a very small town. There was the medical building, headed by Abby and Clarke, and the armory that housed all of their weapons. There are wood cabins, each housing two to six people each.
Bellamy and Clarke decide to become roommates at the beginning of the third year.
It makes the most sense because they are still in a leadership position in the camp, mostly over the younger of their people and most of their decision making or planning takes place at odd hours of the day or night. They each have their own room, with a small kitchen and bathroom area near the front.
It’s not much in the grand scheme of things but Bellamy likes it. He jokes around with Clarke sometimes that they are like the early American settlers that they learned about in Earth History.
Their cabin sits away from the rest in a small clearing and the first thing Clarke had done upon moving in was a little landscaping to give them a front yard. There are small wildflowers growing along a path that she had made using river rocks that Bellamy and Jasper had collected for her. She had spent nearly a week digging in the soft dirt, refusing Bellamy’s help no matter how many times he asked, burying the smooth flat rocks until it had created a small winding path leading to the front door of the cabin.
The start of the fourth year brought with it the first round of babies.
A lot of couples had formed over the past three years, most of them married in ceremonies officiated by Kane, and it was natural for the next step to be children.
Abby and Clarke were busy in the medical building, babies bringing along a whole new set of worries and preparation anxiety, but by the time the fourth baby was born they were experts at it. Clarke loved to tell Bellamy all about them at night, when they sat in front of their fireplace drinking tea.
Their little civilization was thriving. They had small farms that grew food and raised livestock. Crime was practically nonexistent on account of the fact that everyone worked together to further their growth as a people. Everyone had their job to do and no one complained.
Bellamy ran their small military, a group of men and women that routinely watched the perimeter of their camp and kept a close eye on their armory. Most of the grounders had volunteered for military jobs and Lincoln was his second in command, followed closely by Jasper who was, by far, his best shooter.
Their military wasn’t used often, and Bellamy was beyond thankful for that but he knew that there would undoubtedly be other dangers in the future so they must be prepared. They ran drills and honed their skills, both in combat and weapons, on the chance that someday they might be needed.
Kane and Abby were married in the summer of the fifth year.
Clarke had come home and told him the news, her eyes rimmed with red that he knew stemmed from memories of her father. Bellamy had no words for her, nothing that could possibly make her feel better, so he had simply tugged her to him and held her in their kitchen.
He’s not really sure when he fell in love with Clarke.
Sometimes he thinks it was when he watched her working in their front yard, her skilled doctor’s hands working methodically to create something beautiful out of nothing. Other times he thinks it was during their long talks by the fire at night, her legs pulled up underneath her and her blonde curls spilling over her shoulder.
Some days he wonders if he should even bother considering they have lived together for years and she’s never given him the slightest indication that she feels for him the way that he feels for her.
It’s not until a cold night in December, their sixth winter on Earth being a particularly harsh one, and Bellamy is watching as Clarke sits shivering in front of their fireplace, that he decides that he can’t keep his feelings to himself anymore. He has a cup of hot tea in each hand and he hands one to Clarke before sitting on the floor next to her.
"Helluva winter, eh?" He says and she giggles a little and nods, pulls the wool blanket that’s wrapped around her off of her shoulders to drape over both of their legs. He scoots closer to her, his arm brushing hers under the blanket and he doesn’t miss the tiny breath she sucks in when their skin touches.
"That’s one way of putting it." She’s not looking at him and it’s driving him crazy. Everything about her seems to drive him crazy lately. He can’t be in the same room with her without wanting to kiss her, hold her, just be with her.
It’s now or never.
"Clarke," he starts but before he can say anything else her fingers are in his hair and she’s pulling his mouth to hers. He kisses her back in earnest, despite his initial shock, one hand finding her hip easily while the other cards through her curls.
She pulls away first and he hates her a little for it but only because if it were up to him he would never stop kissing her.
"I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me," she says and he frowns, watches as she shifts uncomfortably next to him. "I don’t expect you to feel like I do. I know you probably don’t." He chuckles a little and shakes his head as he pulls her back to him, his hand resting on the side of her neck.
"You’re insane," he laughs and she lets out a squeak when he tugs her so she’s practically sitting on his lap, his teeth playing at her bottom lip until she’s kissing him again.
It took six years to get the girl and he plans on enjoying every minute of every day with her for as long as he possibly can.