A/N: Hello all! I couldn't decide between 5 or 10 reviews, so I switched it back to five because I knew I could get this chapter done by 5. For those of you who have read On the Nile and didn't see that I posted another chapter, I have finished it. Since I didn't get 10 reviews on the last chapter, I honestly just posted the last portion I had written.
I also want to clarify that Jace didn't do drug. He got caught dealing them for Clary's father for some extra money.
I chewed nervously on my lip, waiting outside my car for Jace to come out. I held Stephen's hand, as I began tapping my foot. What if they changed their minds about releasing them? I groaned impatiently, counting to ten. "You ok?" Jace's charming voice entered my ears. A smile cracked across my face, and I opened my eyes. I flung my arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"Daddy." Stephen squealed, holding his leg tightly.
"Stephen." He smiled, crouching down when I let go of him.
"I can touch you." Stephen clapped his hands over Jace's cheeks. I laughed, seeing their first true interaction since he was a baby. This all felt so foreign, and it made me so happy to see. He lifted Stephen up, propping him on his hip.
"I see you went for the mini-van." Jace teased, kissing Stephen's head.
"Of course I did. I'm an art teacher now." I unlocked the door. "Do you want to get him in his car seat." I gestured to our baby boy.
"Sure." He opened the door. This could be really nice, having someone else around to take care of Stephen is going to be great. Jace slipped into the passenger seat next to me. "I think I got him in safely." He grinned at his accomplishment. I glanced back over to Stephen's car seat.
"You did. Good job." I started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. "This is so weird." I glanced over at him.
"Yes it is." He chuckled, running his hand through his hair. "I've never done any of this stuff before." He sighed, dropping his head back against the seat.
"Don't worry. It's pretty easy." I turned down another road. "What do you want for dinner? It's your first night as a freeman since you were 17. What do you want me to make you?" I smiled.
"Hmmm why don't I make us cheese sandwiches, and you can make us dinner tomorrow." He suggested. "I owe you a dinner. You didn't have to wait for me. You didn't have to name our son after my father. You didn't need to do any of this for me. The least I can do is make you dinner. His hand curled over mine, squeezing it tightly. The familiar tingle of electricity went down my spine, making shiver. It's still there. The feeling of one another still had the same intensity, or I'm just super horny. Probably both.
It's been 5 years. A hand can only do so much.
I shouldn't be thinking about these things with my son in the car.
I pulled into my driveway, and I could see Jace peeking his head forward to see it. "Come on." I gestured for him to get out of the car. I climbed out, unbuckling Stephen from his seat, as he scurried inside. "His TV show just started." I murmured, leading him inside. "What do you want to do first? Tour, or food, or you can go through your old things, or you could go through my dad's old clothes I got because you obviously out grew your old ones." I rambled, opening the front door.
"So many choices." He laughed, following me through the house.
"Well, I say tour because it's actually a pretty small house." I giggled nervously.
"Bigger than a prison cell." He shrugged.
"So this is the living room." I widened my arms to the room with the sofa and TV. "Kitchen." I pointed to the tables and appliances across the room. "This is Stephen's room." I leaned against the door frame, seeing the small bed and toys sprawled everywhere. "My room- or I guess our room is over there. You can shower if want there is a bathroom in there." I gestured to the end of the hall.
"Yeah, I'll be right back. Get all this jail scum off of me." He shuddered, grinning slightly. I saw his eyes focus on my lips, making my chest tighten. He started to lean in, but he stopped when Stephen yelled for some juice.
"I'll go take care of him." I sighed softly. "Shower and then you can make me dinner." I patted his chest, turning back into the living room.
"Ok." He murmured, walking down the hall. I got juice out of the fridge, handing it to Stephen who was on the couch.
"So is daddy going to live here now?" He looked up at me through his eye lashes.
"Yes he is." I nodded, stroking the blonde haired boys head.
"Is he going to take my room?" He cocked his head to the side.
"No." I snickered, pecking his head. "He's going to sleep with me. Are you ok with him staying here?" I asked timidly.
"Yes, we can play all the time?!" He exclaimed, crawling on my lap. I laughed, resting my chin on his head, as we watched his favorite cartoon.
A half hour later Jace came back out, and started rummaging through the fridge. I went to get up, but he told me to stay where I was. I couldn't help the faint blush on my cheeks at the fact that he was making me food.
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Jace walked back into the room, after Stephen had fallen asleep. I stood in the middle of the room, knowing what was going to happen. It's been 5 years since we had been intimate, and we have had so much distance over those years. I haven't touched him in 5 years, if you minus the hug I gave him when he got out. So much has changed. I've changed. He's changed. I'm scared that now that's he's out we won't last because we haven't been in a real relationship since high school. We were kids, but now we are both adults. I gulped, as he stopped in front of me, stroking my cheek with the same tenderness he had the first time we did this. I nuzzled my cheek into his hand, feeling the differences from all those years ago. I used to know every inch of his skin, every scar, every mark, but now it all foreign. There was a pit of worry resting in the bottom of my gut that I wanted to let go of. I wanted to give into him completely, to feel whole again, but my gut told me all this was a lie. I knew it wasn't. I knew he was here. I knew he had nowhere else to go. I knew he loved me. Yet my mind wouldn't rest. "I missed you." He whispered softly, cradling my cheek gently. "We can wait if you want. I know it's been a long time, and I don't want-" I glanced up at him through my eye lashes, which silenced him. I took a deep breath, reaching the hem of my shirt to tug it over my head. I slipped out of my pjs kicking them aside.
"I don't want to wait." My heart started pounding in my chest, as I waited for his response. His response was similar to mind. His shirt and sweats had joined my clothes on the floor. He looked so different. I trailed my fingers over the tattoos and scars that he had gotten. I knew Jace had a rough time in prison, especially in the beginning. He was young and good looking. The bigger guys raped him, and finally when he was strong enough to defend himself, he was almost beaten to death. I remembered bribing a nurse at the hospital to let me in his room, so he wouldn't be alone. He was asleep when I walked in, but when he woke up and saw me, he started crying. He was battered and destroyed. I've always hated the fact that my father was a mob boss, but once Jace was arrested, I've never been more thankful in my life. It got Jace half the sentence he would normally get, and it got him sent to a low security prison after he got hurt. It kept me safe in my apartment. It kept the school from firing me. It kept my son in day care.
"I know I don't look the way I used to." He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
"Nope." I shook my head. "You got taller and thicker." I squeezed his muscular arms slightly, smiling up him. "I, on the other hand, haven't grown an inch." I snickered quietly. "Got a little pudge though." My comments made a faint grin ghost his lips. "I knew you got these tattoos because I could see a few poke out of your shirt. I always wondered what they were." I breathed, trailing my fingers over them. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful." I assured him.
"You're too good for me." He countered softly.
"The daughter of a mob boss is too good for an ex-con." I teased smiling. "No." I scrunched my nose, shaking my head. "We are just right for each other." I bit my lip, as my worries resided. He leaned down brushing his lips lightly against mine. It made my breath catch in my throat. I miss his mouth. All my desperation over the years flooded through me, making me wrap my arms around his neck to keep him against me. He kissed me heavily, holding my waist with a firm grasp. I missed alarms around me. Man, he got tall. I propped myself onto my tiptoes, so he didn't have to lean down at far. I missed the way he tasted. His tongue moved tentatively into my mouth, feeling against my teeth. My blood felt like it was pounding in my ears, as we drifted closer to my bed. The back of my legs hit the mattress, and he laid me down, standing above me. I scooted myself up to the pillows, waiting for him to come over me. He crawled over me, kissing my neck, my jaw, and then my lips. My moved the same. He kissed the same. He touched the same. That comfort washed over me, as a soft moan escaped my lips. He was Jace, my Jace, nothing was going to change that. He reached behind me, in clasping my bra. He drew back, slowly sliding my bra straps down my arms, and off my body. He tossed it aside, pressing hot open kisses down my body. He got to my panties, and grabbed the rim over them, dragging them down my legs. His eyes memorized me, as he dropped his boxer to the floor. His lips traced up my leg, across my torso, and back up to my mouth.
"I love you." His thumb curled across my jaw, as he leaned in to kiss me again.
"I love you." I tangled my fingers into his hair, weaving our lips together harder.
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I woke up curled against Jace's back. I leaned upwards, seeing that it was 4 in the morning. I rubbed my hand over my eyes, noticing one familiar tattoo on his back. I sighed, circling my finger over it. My dad's symbol. When we were younger, he just did favors for my dad for cash, but now he was one of them. "What are you doing?" He grunted, rolling onto his back.
"I didn't think you joined." I whispered, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
"I had to." He stretched his arms over his head.
"I wish you didn't have to." I murmured, slipping out of the covers. I pulled my panties on, tossing him his boxers.
"What are you doing?" He asked, watching me shuffle around the room for a shirt.
"Well, Stephen is going to wake up in about an hour, and I don't want to emotional scar him by seeing us naked." I crawled back into bed with him, snuggling against his side.
"An hour?" He raised his eye brows.
"Yeah, he's an early bird like someone I know." I poked his stomach, making him flinch. I closed my eyes, listening to the familiar heart beat under my ear. "Do you remember when you used to sneak into my room?" I bit back a smile. "And then my dad caught you that one night." I snickered.
"I thought he was going to kill me." He snorted, rubbing my back gently.
"Thank goodness he didn't." I looked up at him. "I missed you." I inhaled his scent, kissing his skin lightly.
"I bet I missed you more." He played with my curls, which lulled me to sleep. Of course I knew I wouldn't last long, but I was going to savior every moment of it.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading!
Now I will need 10 reviews for this next one because it's late, and I have work tomorrow, therefore I need extra incentive. ;)
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