Sure. On my way. had read the hastily written texts. It's kind of odd to call in celebrating, but Clarke knew what a big deal this was for Molly. How this would help her friend, help Abigail who would be getting the kind of mother that she deserved. None of their lives had gone the way that they envisioned at one point or another. That doesn't mean they have to give in and mourn for forever.

She'd given Bellamy a quick call, apologized for the sudden change of plans from not really having any to going out for a bit. A standing offer to join them later had been made, but he knows the light details and gets what the point of this is. It's yet another reason why Clarke loves him.

"Is this seat taken?" Clarke asks in a mock flirtatious tone as she slides into the unoccupied stool next to Molly, laughing slightly as she attaches her bag to the hook under the bar.