A/N: I've been thinking about this idea a lot lately, and I feel like people will really like this one.

I stood alone, starring at the test. I can't believe this happened. How could we have been so stupid? I tossed the test in the garbage, snatching my phone as it rang. I closed my eyes, trying to contain my feeling. "Hello?" I noticed the unfamiliar number.

"Clary, thank goodness." Jace exclaimed on the other end.

"Where are you?" I furrowed my brow, looking in the mirror.

"I got arrested." He sighed.

"You what?!" I screeched, as I turned around.

"I know. I know." He murmured. "Please can you come bail me out?"

"What did you do?" I ran my hand through my hair, sitting on the toilet.

"I got caught dealing to some kids at school. Clary, you're my one phone call." He pleaded.

"How much?" I asked softly. He said the number. "I don't have that much, Jace." I scratched my scalp.

"Your dad owes me. It was his drugs. He's the reason my parents are dead. Get him." He said quickly.

"My dad is out on a job. Jace I can't-" I paused. "I'll try to figure something out I'll be there in an hour."

"I love you." He breathed.

"Love you." I pursed my lips, hanging up. I groaned, chucking a shampoo bottle across my room.

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I couldn't come up with the money until tomorrow, but I thought I should still go down the the police station to tell him. I entered the cell where he was being head, after being escorted in. The place was filled with low life, making me cross my arms over my stomach. I've spent my whole life dealing with bad people, but I've never been to prison. Jace quickly stood up, moving towards the cell.

"Did you get the money?" He asked immediately.

"No, I told you my dad's out on a job." I leaned against the bars. "I thought you deserved to know why you weren't getting out tonight."

"I'm so dumb." He scoffed, gripping his hair, as he rested his head against the bar near mine.

"I thought you were done dealing for my dad." I whispered, glancing down.

"I was, but I needed some more money so we could afford college next year, and I was reckless." He traced his finger gently along my jaw through the bars. "I'm sorry."

"I'm pregnant." My lip quivered, beginning to feel overwhelmed.

"What?" His eyes widened at me.

"I found out an hour ago, and you called. Jace you could go to jail for this." A tear slipped over my cheek, as I looked up at him.

"Oh my gosh." He rubbed his hands over his face, taking a step back. "I'm going to go to jail, and you are pregnant with my baby." He groaned, kicking the cell wall. "Damn it." He yelled.

"Calm down." I murmured, biting my lip. He paced for a second before pausing in front of me. "My dad should be able to get you a minimum sentence." I whispered, sniffling loudly.

"I'm not going to be there for you." His eyes were welled up with tears. "I just wanted to save for college." He wiped the liquid away from his eyes. "I just wanted us to get away from your dad, and away from this life, and I couldn't even do that right." He was fighting back crying, which was making me cry. "I'm so sorry." He swallowed, wiping his eyes.

"It's ok." I reached in, tangling our fingers together. "My dad has a lot of influence. You'll be ok." I squeezed his hand.

"It's time for you to leave." A guard ordered.

"I love you. I'll fix this the best I can." I turned around, striding shakily out of the room.

Five Years Later

I wasn't able to make it go away even with my father's influence. He runs the local mob. His fingers creep into every pocket in the local government, but Jace had previous arrest. He was able to cut down his sentence, which was all we got. I pulled up into the prisons parking lot, sighing heavily, as I glanced in the rearview mirror. Stephen, our son, was fidgeting in the back. Jace has only been able to hold him once, and that was the day he was born. He was released to the hospital, handcuffed to my bed, and slouched awkwardly in a chair.

I huffed, checking my hair and makeup, before I climbed out of the car. I hoisted Stephen into my arms, making my way through the visitor's entrance. I come in at least once a week, and I try my best to bring Stephen. Jace deserves to see his son. Don't get me wrong Jace had done bad things before he got arrested, but he wasn't a bad guy. His parents were murdered when he was a kid, he was shipped off to his cousins, and the only way he got money was to help my father. He didn't do drugs or hurt people who didn't deserve it. He was a little misguided as a teenager, but he is trying his hardest to be there.

I entered the prison, and was greeted by the usual guards. I came here so often they knew who I was. I set Stephen down, holding my arms out. "Ready for the typical pat down." I grimaced slightly.

"You know its protocol for people who were arrested for drug related things." The guard sighed, stepping over to me. The guard frisked me as usual, and as usual I was all clean. My son was too. He hates it. I hate it. I picked Stephen back up, as we were escorted back to the visitors section. I settled in a chair with Stephen in my lap, playing with his toy car. Jace entered, sitting in the chair across from the glass. He smiled brightly at me, picking up the phone next to him, as I lifted mine up.

"Hi." He beamed, leaning against the small counter.

"Hi." I grinned back, feeling a blush creek along my cheeks.

"Daddy." Stephen exclaimed, slapping his hands to the glass. I giggled, holding the phone to his ear, so he could talk to him. "Daddy says he wants to talk to you." Stephen craned his neck back awkwardly. I flicked my eyes up to Jace's, seeing a strange look on his face.

"Get someone to hold Stephen I need to talk to you." He gestured over to the guard.

"Ok." I shook my head strangely. I stood up, taking him to the guard to hold. "Thank you." I murmured, heading back to Jace. "What is it?"

"They are letting me on patrol early." He stated, memorizing my expression.

"They are?" I raised my eye brows. "When?" I asked curiously, beginning to feel a little overwhelmed. I'm not prepared at all to have Jace come back.

"Tomorrow." He gritted his teeth. "I've been working on a deal with the new DA and your father, and they didn't tell me until the other day, and I haven't seen you since." He bit his lip. I sat there shocked, staring at him. "If you need me to, I can stay at my cousins until you're ready. I would understand if you're not ready for me to move in like we've talked about."

"No, Jace, its fine." I snapped out of my trance, ruffling my hair. "I just wish I would have known. I would have cleaned the house, and-"

"I don't want you to clean the house." He pressed his hand to the glass. "Just the fact that I have a home with you is all I need." He looked so sincere and happy.

"Ok." I blushed, tucking some hair behind my ear. "Do I need to come by and pick you up or…?" I trailed off, beginning to feel extremely nervous.

"Yes, around 5. Is that ok? If not I can get a taxi or something. I don't want to be an inconvenience." He took a deep breath.

"No, you are not taking a taxi." I laughed quietly. "School gets out at 3, so picking you up will be no problem." I assured him. "So I'm going to go, so we don't run out of stuff to talk about because that could happen now." I snorted, shaking my head. "I'll see you 5." I waved, hanging up the phone. I took Stephen, hurrying out the prison.

Jace is coming home.

We could have a real life together.

A/N: This story is about their after effects of his time in prison and Clary's deals with her father. It will be packed full of different kinds of drama. I'm quite excited to write this.

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