Title: Pillow
Warnings: None
Category: Romance, Family, Fluff

Clary tossed and turned in the sheets, restless and unable to sleep. Being pregnant at 32 weeks proved sleeping to be a difficult and uncomfortable task, especially when the muscles in her daughter's legs had grown strong, insisting on kicking Clary full-force. She shifted from laying on her side to her back and flipped the pillow over, resting her cheek on the cool, cotton fabric. Finally, she gave up and flung the pillow in frustration at the door.

Just at that moment, the bathroom door opened to reveal Jace on the other side. He was wrapped in a white towel, and his blond hair stuck against his forehead, dripping wet, which made Clary's fingers itch to brush it off his face. Relying purely on reflexes, he caught the pillow before it smacked him the face, raising it in one hand. Jace quirked an eyebrow at Clary questioningly.

Clary buried her face in the sheets and let out a muffled groan. "I can't fall asleep, and I've been trying for an hour already. And the baby keeps kicking me in the ribcage."

"Ah," said Jace, dropping his Shadowhunter gear from his previous training session with Alec on the floor. He changed into pajamas, before coming over to the side of the bed.

"Flip onto your side," instructed Jace.

"Why?" Clary questioned, though she complied nevertheless.

Jace wedged the pillow between Clary's bent legs and slipped beneath the covers to lay next to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hands coming to rest gently on top of her protruding stomach. They fit together like two puzzle pieces, with Clary's back against Jace's chest.

Suddenly, Jace felt a movement underneath his fingertips and looked down at Clary's stomach.

She just shut her eyes tiredly, as if this were something she had gone through many times, before explaining. "She flipped over and kicked me."

Jace moved his hands slightly. "She's kicking here?"

His question was answered by a forceful kick, and another one, and another one, and rather hard at that. Clary let out a quiet sound, as her hands flew to her stomach.

"Lighten up on your mother, will you? You won't be able to kick your way out of there," Jace said, smiling into Clary's hair. He rubbed slow circles with his fingertips into Clary's swollen belly, where his child, their child, was kicking.

Jace couldn't imagine how it felt for Clary. She was carrying a child, and was only 5'1" so small and fragile. No, not fragile, he reminded himself. A part of him still thought of Clary as delicate, and he wanted to protect her at all times, but he knew that she was the strongest person that he had ever met.

The kicks seemed to fade away, and with one last strong kick, they stopped altogether. Jace pressed her tighter against him and kissed the top of her head. Clary nestled back into his arms, letting out a content sigh.

"Okay?" Jace asked.

"Okay."

"Where did you come up with this anyway?" questioned Clary.

"I read a book," he answered simply.

"Is this the same book where you learned that I should eat more spinach and avocados?" Clary said, biting back a smile. She had never said it to Jace, but she thought it was adorable how he read up on this kind of stuff to try to help her.

"Maybe. They said I was supposed to buy some type of maternity pillow, but I figured this would work."

"So you're my pillow now?"

Jace nodded solemnly. "It's part of the job description."

"What job description?"

"Of being your fiancé, of course. You have to admit, though, that I make a pretty good pillow."

Clary rolled her eyes, pulling the covers over both of them. "That's my cue to go to sleep now."

Jace kissed Clary on the forehead. "Goodnight, Clary," he said, before bending to kiss her stomach. "And goodnight to you, too."

A/N: There was a slight TFIOS reference in there, if you squint. Also, request/review, please?