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Chapter 1:Cause for Celebration… Or Not

I was in the bathroom that Jace and I now shared. Everything was in its own perfect place, just as he liked, except for the pregnancy test on the corner of the sink. While I waited for the test to show me either the positive or negative sign, I thought about what had brought me to this moment.

After I had run Jace through with Glorious, and knew he had forgiven me, I decided that since I lived with the possessed version of him I had every right to live with the real him.

My mom was furious when I told her I was moving into the Institute, and she had looked at me with anger, but only said I was going to get myself hurt.

I was now putting my things away in the room I had stayed in when I first found out I was a Shadowhunter. I wasn't going to push the issue of trying to get any closer to Jace, especially when he still had Heaven's Fire coursing through his system. Deep in thought, I unpacked my drawing materials and placed them on the desk, next to my stele.

"Now, why would the love of my life be unpacking in a room that is not hers?" Jace said from behind me.

Just the sound of his voice made me jump and grab for my stele. "Oh, Angel! Jace, you scared the hell out of me!" I said, "What are you doing out of the infirmary?"

"The Silent Brothers have finished examining me. I thought you would be happier to see me," he pouted slightly before switching to his normal cocky smile.

Slowly, putting my stele back on the desk, I walked to him. He was still afraid to touch me, but I brought his arms up and wrapped them around me. "I am happy to see you," I said, putting me ear to his chest and listening to the soft thumps of his heart.

"Clary," he warned.

"I'm fine," I assured him before stepping out of his careful embrace. And then I remembered what he had said when he entered the room. "What did you mean I was unpacking in a room that isn't mine?"

"This isn't your room," he said simply.

"Yes it is. This is where I stayed the first time I came here," I reminded him.

"I'm well aware of that, but this is not your room anymore." He smiled again, but this time sweetly.

"I'm confused."

"Come with me, my Clary." He offered his hand to me.

I accepted the familiar grasp, and he led me through the Institute. The way was familiar, but I hadn't expected the destination. We stopped in front of the door that opened to his room.

"This is your room," he announced.

"But this is your room," I said dumbly.

He nodded, "And yours," he gave my hand a light squeeze, "It's our room."

A slow smile spread across my face.

"I'll help you move all your stuff later, but for now, you should go relax a bit."

At that, I hesitated.

"What's wrong, Clary?"

"If I'm relaxing, where are you going?"

"To get some fresh air. I have been locked in the infirmary for weeks you know."

How could I forget? The Silent Brothers had refused to let me see him again after Brother Zachariah had let me pass.

"Don't worry," he said, more serious now, "I won't be gone long. Just go lay down for a bit, and I will join you soon."

I nodded and entered his room, but like he said, this was my room too now. Everything was in order, neat and clean. Jace always kept everything this way, and I had wondered for some time if it was to be in control of something in his life.

The bed was made, and it looked very inviting. I pulled back the blankets to climb under them, and was relieved to feel that they were warm. This winter had been the coldest I've ever experienced.

No wonder Jace told me to lie down, I felt exhausted now, and I wouldn't be surprised if I looked the same way. I laid my head on his pillows and instantly smelled his scent, relaxing me further. I closed my eyes, and soon I drifted into comfortable sleep.

"Clary, please wake up, my angel," Jace was gently holding my face. His voice was quiet, but not serious.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, sounding way too groggy to myself.

"About an hour," he replied, "I guess you were more tired than you looked."

I nodded. "Finally coming to bed?" I inquired.

He only slightly tilted his head down.

"Are you still worried you are going to hurt me with the Heaven's Fire?"

"I- Maybe- Can we try something, Clary?"

Jace sounded nervous now. "What's wrong, Jace?"

"I just- You know how we talked about what almost happened in Paris? And how I said it was probably off the table for a while?"

I kept looking at him, waiting for him to continue, and finally said, "Yes, why?"

"Maybe it doesn't have to be off the table. Maybe we could- Maybe I can control it better than I think. I just want to be with you. I want you to know the depth of how I feel."

My breath was coming fast now, and I had no idea what I should say. I had wanted this for so long. Now that Jace was saying he wanted to, I was scared. The thought of losing my virginity had seemed easy while I had whisked myself away to my psycho brother's secret hideout, but, now, I was having second thoughts.

I knew I had to say something; Jace's expression was turning from nervous to worried. "Are you sure?" was all I could come up with.
His eyes searched my face before he said, "I told you in the apartment, I wanted to when it was the real me and the real you. We are ourselves. Unless you aren't ready, in which case, we can wait."

The only reply I could come up with was to gently pull him into bed with me. I needed him to hold me, especially after how long it had been since the possessed him had held me every night in the now destroyed apartment. His arms wrapped around me and I scooted as close to his body as I could. Jace was warm, and the feel of him this close to me again was comforting to me.

"Clary, we don't have to."

"I know, but we should at least try. It's not like we are going to have something else go wrong in our lives."

He smiled and tilted my head up so he could kiss me.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, shining in my face. I always hated waking up early, but once I was up, I was up.

I could still feel Jace's arms around me, and I was happy to know he hadn't tried to prevent contact with me. I would have been worried if he had, considering what had happened last night.

The memory was still fresh in my mind, every touch, every feeling, the way he had been so gentle with me. He had nearly lost control, but somehow didn't burn me, not once.

I tried getting up without waking him, but as soon as I was at the edge of our bed, he pulled me back.

"Where are you going?" he asked, voice thick with sleep.

"Just to the bathroom."

"You sure you aren't trying to climb out the window?" His humor crept into his tone.

I only nodded.

"I guess since I'm awake now, there is no way for you to escape. Come back to bed when you are done on the bathroom?"

"I don't know, should I?"

He kissed me, "Go on."

I headed for the open door that led to the conjoining bathroom and shut the door.

It was strange, I didn't feel any different. I still felt like the same person with the same attitude, the same way of thinking, the same everything. But none of that mattered. I was happy, and that's all I cared about.

"Clary, you need to wake up. It's almost time for training."

"I don't wanna, you can't make me." I know I was acting childish, but I hadn't slept very well the night before.

"You should be used to this by now, how long has it been since you moved in?" Jace said. He had been happy the day I had all my stuff moved to his room.

"Long enough to want to sleep in past dawn," I replied.

In all reality, it had been nearly three months since I left my mom's house. I had needed the change, and, since then, my mom and I had been getting along better.

The feeling of my stomach rolling brought me back to Jace, staring at my emerald eyes. I guess I must be hungry. "Can we get something to eat first at least?" I asked.

His famous smile flashed for only a second before he said, "I guess we could eat something quick."

I pulled the blanket back and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, ready to leave the warm sanctuary of our bed. Jace offered his hand, helping me to stand up. We were headed to the bedroom door when my stomach rolled again, and then a sudden rise of bile had me running to our bathroom.

"Clary, are you alright?" I heard Jace say, clearly worried. I couldn't answer.

I made it to the toilet before dropping to my knees and emptying my stomach of all contents. Tears were running down my face and my throat was burning.

"You're okay, it's okay," Jace was saying behind me, rubbing my back comfortingly. "Maybe you should stay in bed today."

I only nodded while he helped me up. I walked to the sink to rinse my mouth, then he helped me get back to bed.

This had to be the reason I lost sleep last night.

"I'll be close, just let me know if you need anything," he offered. A gently placed kiss touched my forehead, the blankets pulled up around me, and the soft touch of a caress on my cheek. Then I was alone in bed.

My stomach was feeling better, and I wanted to get some fresh air.

"Jace!" I called.

True to his word, he had stayed close. I could hear his footsteps coming down the hall, almost at a run. It took him seconds to enter our room, come to my side of the bed, and immediately ask, "Are you okay? Do you need something? Is something wrong?"

He was over-worried in my opinion, but then again, after all that we've been put through, he had every reason to be. "I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know I was feeling better, and was wondering if you could take me to get some fresh air."

Jace tried to hide the look of relief with a look of humor. "I guess that could help, at least a little anyway."

For the rest of the day I felt fine, I figured it was probably one of those 12 hour flus or something. The good thing was I got through it, meaning I wouldn't get it again until at least next year.

Training had gone well, Jace taught me a new grapple hold, and we had been able to go on a walk through town and talk about things. It had been a long while since we were able to talk like this. All the demon hunting and training, and lets not forget the Silent Brothers trying to figure out how to get rid of the Heaven's Fire in Jace. It was a nice change of pace.

But all I wanted now was to get some sleep. This day had been way too long. He was holding me now, and I could hear the quiet breaths he let out, letting me know he was sleeping. I cuddled myself closer to him before closing my eyes and drifting off to dream land.

It was almost dawn, but I was already awake. Pain was going through my back, and I wasn't in bed with Jace. I was in the infirmary, with him sitting in a chair next to my bed, holding my hand. What had happened? Why was I here?

"Everything will be okay, Clary. You just need to hang in there. I know it hurts, but by the end it will be worth it," he told me.

"But are we really ready for this? I don't know that we are," I was crying, scared.

"Don't worry about that now, the pain will go away soon."

Another sharp, piercing pain ripped through my back.

I sat upright, waking out of the dream, and waking Jace as well.

"What is it, Clary?"

"I just had the weirdest dream. I- I don't know. I was just surprised I guess."

He pulled me closer, kissing my forehead, and then my lips. "We should get back to sleep, we can talk about it in the morning?"

"Yeah. I'm okay."

Jace was holding me tight, but as he started to fall back asleep, his grip loosened. I tried to follow suit, but the dream was bothering me. I had had the feeling of being in labor, as if I were pregnant and almost giving birth. But that couldn't be right, could it? I would know if I was pregnant, wouldn't I?

The scene played over and over in my head until the sun came up and Jace was awake again.

"Would you like to talk about the dream now?" he asked softly.

I shook my head, "No, it was just some stupid dream about a cat and a scratching post, " I lied, "Nothing to really talk about."

His smile was warm, and he started to get out of bed, "I'm going to go take a shower, I'll see you in the kitchen."

And with that, he headed for the bathroom.

I got dressed, being thankful that today was one of our resting days, and headed not for the kitchen, but Izzy's room.

The door was slightly ajar, but I still knocked regardless.

"Go away Alec, I'm not interested in what you think about the way I dress," she said without looking up.

"Actually," I said, "It's me."

"Oh! Sorry, Clary. Alec has been really nitpicky about how I look lately. He can be so annoying sometimes. Come in," she waved her hand, gesturing it safe to enter.

I walked in and closed the door behind me, not wanting anyone but Izzy to hear what I was saying. "Izzy, I need you to do something for me. And I need you to not tell Jace anything about it."

She stopped applying her lip gloss and looked at me, obviously worried about what I might want her to do. "Clary, what happened? Are you and Jace breaking up? What did he do? Because I know he would never-"

"Izzy! Calm down. We aren't breaking up. I just need to figure something out, and I don't want Jace to know unless I'm sure."

Her mouth hung open for a second before she said, "You're pregnant, aren't you?"

My face burned, making me sure that I was blushing a deep shade of red. "That's what I want to figure out. I don't know if I am or not, but I had this weird dream last night- Will you help or not?"

"How could I help you with that?"

"I need you to go get the pregnancy test for me. I know you have had a few scares of your own, so another wouldn't alert Alec or Jace to be suspicious of anything. Please, Izzy. I need to know for sure."

"So to be clear," she said after a few moments of silence, "You aren't breaking up with Jace."

"No."

"But you think you might be pregnant."

"Yes."

"And if you are, it is Jace's."

"Yes."

"And you need me to sneak you a test so you can know for sure."

I only nodded at this point, worried Jace would be done with his shower soon and overhear this conversation.

"I can do that for you, knowing you are the only person who makes my brother feel happy. You are pretty much my sister now, after all."

"Thank you. Now I need to get to the kitchen before Jace gets there, see you at breakfast."

I left the room and headed for the kitchen, finding that Jace had not gotten there yet, which meant there would be no way for him to have heard what was said.

Looking through the cupboards, I hear Jace come up behind me, "Decided what we are having yet?" he asked.

I shook my head and turned in his arms to face him. Heaven's Fire increased his warmth, but not uncomfortably so, and I buried my head in his chest to listen to his steady beating heart. The thump-thump-thump was rhythmic and comforting, until a wave of nausea hit me. I pushed Jace away and ran for the bathroom again.

"Clary?"

Instead of leaving the door open, I slammed it shut and locked it. This was getting scary. First I get sick, then I have a weird dream, and now I'm sick again.

There was knocking on the door, "Clary, what's wrong?"

I could only answer with throwing up.

"What's going on?" I heard Alec say, "Did she get the flu that's been going around?"

"I don't know, she locked the door."

The minutes stretched out, and all I wanted was to stop puking. When I finally had, I rinsed my mouth the best I could and hoped Izzy was out getting the test for me.

I unlocked the door and cracked it open to see that Jace was leaning against the opposite wall, looking so worried that the Heaven's Fire was turning his skin translucent. "Clary, what the hell is going on?" he said in a controlled voice.

"I'm sorry, Jace. I don't know what's wrong," I replied quietly, knowing I wasn't telling an exact lie, just what I knew for sure, "I'm just not feeling well."

His skin slowly turned back to normal and his expression softened. "Maybe Izzy can help. She is the best of us at making remedies for upset stomachs."

Oh, Izzy could help alright, but not in the way Jace thinks. Thinking this, I only nodded.

"She went out, but I'll have her come look are you when she gets home," Alec supplied.

"Thanks, Alec. I'm going to go lay down in bed."

"Let me know if I can do anything for you," Jace said.

Nodding again, I turned around and headed for our room.

The door seemed to be larger than normal, maybe because of how sick I have been feeling. Regardless, I opened it and made my way to my side of the bed. It was made, which meant Jace had made the bed before leaving our room. Again, I pulled the blankets away from the top half of the bed and climbed in.

Now all I could do was wait for Izzy to come to me with the test.

"Clary, are you awake?" Izzy's voice came from the hallway, a soft knock sounded on the door.

It took me a few seconds to wake up enough to answer, "Come in."

She creaked the door open and entered alone. "Heard you threw up," she said, "Again." Izzy sounded scornful.

"I figured it was just a twelve hour flu kind of thing, until the dream I had last night."

She lifted her hand to show a small plastic bag, "I got what you asked for. Do you want me to wait?"

"Please, and don't let Jace find out what's going on."

I grabbed the bag out of her hand and climbed out of bed to get to the bathroom.

And so I was waiting for the results. About a minute more until it was ready.

Was I prepared for the result? To be honest with myself, no. And what would Jace do if I was pregnant? Would he be happy? Would he turn away from me? Why had these thoughts never occurred to me before? Now I was even more worried about the outcome.

It was time to see the results. I picked the test up with shaking hands and looked at what was displayed. It was positive. Oh, Angel. What was I going to do?

"Izzy!" I called, only loud enough for her to hear me through the door.

"What? Are you okay?"

I showed her the test, "It's positive. I'm pregnant," I said starting to cry.

"Don't cry, Clary. Everything will be okay," she said reassuringly, "Do you want me to get Jace now?"

"Yeah, but don't tell him. I should be the one."

Izzy left the bathroom and headed out into the hall, and nearly ran into Jace.

"Can you do something to help her feel better?" he asked.

"I can, but she wants to see you," she said.

I hid the test before calling to him softly. "Jace."

And he was beside me, rubbing my back as if I had been throwing up again. "Are you okay, Clary?"

I shook my head. I was so scared to tell him.

"What's wrong?" he asked again, "Clary, you can tell me anything. I'm here."

I took multiple deep breaths before I could get the first word out. "Jace, I know why I have been sick."

He gave me a hard look, and when I didn't continue, he said, "What is doing this to you, Clary?" His eyes almost looked as if they were on fire. This was so hard.

"Our baby," I said, almost a whisper, but I knew he could hear what I said.

"What?" He seemed to not believe what he was hearing.

"I have been sick because I'm pregnant, Jace. I'm pregnant with your child."

He only stared at me now. Minutes ticked by, and still he said nothing. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled myself away from him and ran out of our room, down the hallway. "Wait! Clary!" I could barely hear Jace call my name, but I just kept running. When I hit a dead-end, I turned and ran another direction.

I kept going until I had found my way out of the Institute. I was right, he wasn't happy about this. I was alone.

"Clary, Wait!"

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