Jocelyn's p.o.v
Distracted, Valentine's attention is elsewhere. He makes funny faces at Clary and Jace. We are
expecting another little angel whose name will be Adam. "Be still" I order my husband. "Do I really
have to stay focus?" stubborn, he complains. I am trying to paint his portrait. Painful, contractions
cause me to lose balance. My chair and paintbrush fall to the floor by accident. Valentine picks
them up for me. "It's coming!" I stress clutching my stomach. I swim in a lake of blood and water.