"im on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did"
Thankyou for the prompt!
Clarke winced when
a third person glanced over their shoulder when Cora began to cry again. She turned
the stroller to face her with mild difficulty and shushed her gently. To no
avail, her daughter’s wails only intensified. Her blonde hair stuck to her tear
stained cheeks which were flushed a furious red due to her weeping. She rolled
the carriage back and forth in the small available space of the aisle in hopes
to get her to calm down. If only slightly. When she still continued to cry,
Clarke sighed and reached up to pull at the yellow cord to get the bus driver
to pull over at the next available stop. Her hand stilled though before it
could actually touch the rope because suddenly Cora’s wails turned into quiet
She snapped her
head in the direction of her daughter to see she was focusing on something.
Well someone. Clarke followed her
line of vision to see a tall, dark haired man, standing a few inches away from
them, a book in one hand and the other holding the metal bar above his head.
Though he was not paying any attention to his novel, instead there was a soft
smile on his face before he scrunched up his nose at her daughter. Clarke let
out a surprise exhale when Cora began to giggle. Giggle. Three seconds ago, Clarke was worried Cora might actually combust
with how hard she was crying. The stranger continued to make funny faces at her
daughter before his smile brightened when his efforts to get her to laugh worked
Clarke didn’t even
realize she was staring, pretty much in awe, until his gaze shifted to her. He
was handsome, she noticed. His unruly curly hair and his freckles that dusted
his face were a nice combination. He looked almost shy when she quirked an
eyebrow at him in return.
“What’s your name?”
she found herself asking to which a few heads turned since they still had a bit
of distance between them.
The man shuffled
forward, hand dropping from the bar to extend to her, “Bellamy.”
“Clarke,” she said,
shaking his offered hand, “And this is Cora.”
down at the young girl again, “Hi, Cora.”
In response, Cora beamed
“Now that’s just
whipped up and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Huh?”
“She would not
stop crying for the last eight minutes and suddenly you smile at her and she’s
fine,” she was mostly just speaking out loud, her tone curious, “What are you?
Some baby whisperer?”
it’s deep and throaty and she thinks she enjoys it a little too much. “Possibly,” he shrugged, “I practically
used to be my younger sister’s caretaker when she was born so I got an early
head start. Also she has a son now who’s around Cora’s age and I’d say I was
pretty good with him too.”
Clarke hummed a
soft ‘uhuh’ with a nod, “As long as she’s not developing any crushes at this
“I feel for the
hearts of the future kids she meets,” he said.
Her head tilted to
the side, “Meaning?”
“She looks just
like you,” he pointed out, she doesn’t disagree. Cora is all blonde hair, pale
skin, and blue eyes. “I can only imagine how many people will fall for her.”
Clarke’s eyes averted
from Cora to Bellamy. She does her best to suppress a smile but fails, “Good
“Not a line,” is
all he said before nodding towards the front of the bus where people were
currently exiting, “It was nice meeting you.”
understand the pang of disappointment in her chest when he started to walk
Maybe it was the
fact that she wasn’t used to meeting handsome strangers who were obviously good
with kids that made her call out for him to wait. He paused, throwing an inquisitive
look over his shoulder.
“Uh,” she was
stuck – what was there to say? She licked
her lips nervously before continuing, “Thanks for getting her to stop crying.”
Bellamy smiled, easy
and gentle, “It was no problem.”
There were still a
few people in front of him trying to get off still so they remained quiet,
staring at each other.
“Do you —,”
They both laughed
before speaking in unison again, “You go ahead.”
Clarke shook her
head as she signaled for him to go first.
“Do you want to
join me for lunch?” he sounds nervous and she finds it adorable, “I was going
to try that new restaurant on Axe.”
She pushed a
strand of her hair behind her ear before she nods, “I’d like that.”
He smiled at her
answer before she got out her seat and he helps her lift the stroller down the
steps and onto the sidewalk. When they sit down at the café and Bellamy cuts up
pieces of bread for Cora to devour while they spoke about everything from
family to work she knew she owed her daughter all the credit for picking one of
the good guys.