After three years, it finally came to an end. Three years of people dying and mourning over their loved ones. Whenever they got the time too, that is. Sebastian was dead. We found him in Greece, in one of his new apartments. Jace and I had convinced Magnus to use a tracking spell to locate my bastard of a brother. I knew Jace didn't want me going anywhere near him, but I wanted to be the one that drove my blade through that sick, cold, heart of his.
The fight didn't last as long as I would have expected. I stood off to the side and watched the angel and the demon battle each other. My heart thudded in my chest as Sebastian stood over top of Jace, a seraph blade poised in his hands. I had run across the room jumping on my brothers back rolling him off of Jace. We rolled until he was once again on top, the blade shining as bright as the moon in the night. He snarled, and spat out blood. He looked down at me with those soulless black eyes, full of malice and contempt. As he tried to tell me that we wouldn't win, and how him and I would breed the new race Jace was slowly crawling in our direction. Sebastian, clueless as to what was happening behind him began to sputter up blood. With whatever strength I had left I pushed him off me. Looking at him from above I saw a knife protruding his back. Jace looked down at me with his tender, loving gold eyes and scooped me into his arms.
That was the happiest day of my life. No more worries. No more nail biting in nervousness. That was until today.
I sat in my bathroom at the institute looking at what lay in the palm of my hand in utter shock. I wasn't ready. Jace didn't want this. We weren't even married yet! He was going to leave me, I can see it now. Me begging him not to leave me, and stay. Help me through the tough times that I will go through in the future months. After all we've been though together. The war, death, blood and losses, this was going to be the thing that took me away from him. I didn't want to tell him, but I knew he would figure out one way or another. I heaved myself off of the floor peering into the mirror. I sat the object down on the counter looking at my reflection. My red hair was in a mop on top of my head. My green eyes usually bright and happy were bloodshot and swollen from crying. My normally pale skin was red and blotchy with tear stains dancing across my cheeks, almost laughing at my pain.
I had to tell him. Get it over with, my mind spat. Just tell him. As I took several deep breaths I walked over to the door. Jace had just gotten back from hunting with Alec, so he must be in the weapons room. As my hand made contact with the chilling door knob reality finally set in. This is it; I'm going to tell Jace. As I twisted the knob, I looked back at the thing that could destroy my life. There it sat, like a bright red flashing light. A pink plus sign placed in the middle of the test. Time to go. Time to go tell Jace I was pregnant.