A/N. I do not own the mortal instruments. All rights go to Cassandra Clare. I'm just borrowing her characters. This is my first fanfiction so please leave helpful reviews. R&R
P.S. I would like to thank my best friend Evelyn and my beta for helping me with the title, a few grammar mistakes, and giving me the courage to post this. Thanks a lot guys!
A tear falls down my cheek as I peeked at the plastic stick in my hand. Come on, Clary you're a Shadowhunter for the Angel's sake, I think silently to myself, get a hold of yourself. That doesn't stop me from bawling like the helpless child I feel like. I, Clary Fray, carrying a baby. The thought makes a small smile slowly spread across my face. I think of the child that has been leaving a deep ache in my heart for weeks now.
My baby would have sparkling green eyes that noticed the smallest of details and Jace's soft blonde curls that formed around his head like a halo. Hopefully it would love to paint, draw, and sketch. It would be as skillful as it's father when it comes to Shadowhunting.
I don't really care about the gender or if turns out anything like that. As long as it is my baby, I will give it the love and care it deserves.
It has been two months since the wedding and I have been craving a child but I'm too afraid to have one. The same thoughts have been set on replay in my mind, what if I screw up and it turns out like Valentine or worse…Jonathon.
Now it was too late. The decision had been made for me. A sudden knock on the door echoed throughout the pristine bathroom, drawing me from my thoughts.
"Clary, you all right? You have been in there almost an hour crying," his smooth familiar voice is filled with concern. Jace. Crap, I don't want to see him right now. An hour? He's right, I do get lost in my thoughts sometimes. " Clary," he says a bit louder this time.
"Oh, sorry Jace. Give me a sec," I respond quickly trying to sound casual as a wave of different emotions course through me. Joy, relief, fear, but most of all worry took over me. How will he react?
I hear the brass knob turn and toss the test into the wicker laundry basket behind me and through a shirt on it. Seconds later, two strong muscled arms wrapped around me from behind. I slump against him and breathe in his scent. I turn around in his embrace and place a chaste kiss on his lips which I had to stand on my toes to do. A minute later he broke off and took in my appearance.
My eyes are red and puffy from crying and my freckled cheeks have tear stains on them. My heartbeat quickens as he pulls me into a hug. He smirks when my skin erupts in goose bumps from his touch. After years of being together, he still has that effect on me.
I sob quietly, muffled by his chest. I grip his shirt into my fists. I have always loved the shirt; I got it for him one afternoon when coming home. It was in a shop window and I thought it would look great on him. It was just a plain white button up with sleeves he likes to roll up to his elbows but I like it.
I calm down after he starts lovingly caressing my long red hair that refused to be tamed. It had broken three of my combs when I was thirteen and to this day I only use hairbrushes. That didn't help much though.
"What's wrong, Clary?"he asks, his face etched in concern and worry.
"Jace, I need to tell you something," I tell him. He looks at me quizzically. "Maybe you should sit down," I add as a precaution while pointing to the black leather loveseat.
He takes a seat and motions for me to do the same. I sit beside him and lean against his lean muscular build. "Jace, you know I love you more than anything, right," I ask him. He pulls me flush against him and whispers into my ear.
"Of course, and I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you and be there for you." I blush at his words that give me the strength I needed to tell him.
"J…Jace, I'm pr..pregnant," I stutter. He looks at me and smiles warmly and lovingly.
"I know," he confesses to my utter disbelief.
"What! How is that even possible," I ask incredulously. The smile turned into a mischievous grin.
"You didn't think you could hide that test from the greatest Shadowhunter of our generation or possibly any generation," he states, unbelievingly.
"Well no, but I thought I could at least hide it from you," I say while giggling.
"That hurts Clary," he remarks while holding a hand over his heart, a look of mock hurt on his face. His eyes suddenly go dark and his voice becomes low and husky. "You know, you can't get pregnant again," he whispers, his lips just brushing my ear, sending tingles down my spine. He then starts dragging me up the stairs. This is going to be a long night.