Clary sat on Simon's bed, she was waiting for him to get back with a brown paper bag that would either confirm her suspicions, or make her feel a thousand times more relief than she ever has in her life. She heard him coming to his room and stood up, biting her lip nervously. "Did you get it?" she asked, more scared than she would like to admit.
Simon took out the bag, looking at it in fright. "I bought four." He admitted, and handed it to her anxiously. "I'll-uh…I'll wait here." He sat down on the bed, then his mind caught up. "Wait! Uh…Fray, I just…" He sighed. "No matter what it says, I love you, and I'll be here, okay?"
Clary nodded and took the bag from Simon, taking a deep breath, seeing Simon anxious, made her feel like she needed to be calm. She was supposed to be collected no matter what. She gave him a soft kiss and turned to go to the bathroom, hoping she had enough pee saved up for four tests.
He laid down on the bed, letting out a breath he'd been holding since he bought the tests. There wasn't anything he could do to change the results, and, as much as he didn't want to be a teen dad, he didn't want Clary to do anything if the tests showed that she was, in fact, pregnant. It was up to her, though. Waiting like this; it was agony.
Clary had taken three tests before she couldn't do anything else. She took a deep breath and flushed the toilet, laying the tests down in the sink, not sure if she could ask Simon to wait the fifteen minutes with her while the tests did their thing. So she sat down, head in her hands as she waited nervously.
Simon sat anxiously in the bedroom, shifting from lying down to sitting to pacing. What was taking so long? Eventually, he got up and knocked on the bathroom door. "Can I come in? Are they done?"
Clary bit her lip and came to the door, looking at him. He was so perfect, and he didn't deserve this to happen to him. "Of course you can come in, or we could go and eat, or just do something to take our mind off this, we still need to wait."
Simon walked into the bathroom, gathering her up into his arms anxiously. "It won't take our minds off of this. It's just a few minutes, we can wait, right?" He wanted to know as soon as possible, so that he could think about it rationally.
Clary nodded and held onto him, finding comfort in his embrace. "I love you," she said quietly, feeling like she never said it enough. She took a deep breath and help onto Simon, thinking about what was going to come from this. How would it affect their relationship, their life.
"And I you." He combed his fingers through her hair and settled his chin on top of her head, kissing her forehead lightly before doing so. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Fray."
Clary couldn't help but smile. "You are my world, Simon." She took a deep breath when she heard the alert on her phone go off, it was time to find out the truth behind this.
"Look at me before you look at the tests." He cupped her cheeks in his hands, looking her straight in the eyes. "The results don't matter. Either I love you, just you, or I love you and our baby. It makes no difference."
Clary smiled at that, Simon was there for her. Through thick and thin. Like a real gentleman. She took a deep breath and gave him a kiss, needing to reassure herself. She picked up the first test and held it to where both of them could see.
"Positive." He sucked in a breath and nodded, biting his lip. "That's okay, that's okay. It'll be option two, then. Love you and our baby. Forever."
Clary shook her head, she couldn't be pregnant. She grabbed the second test and felt her breath catch. it was positive as well... She took the last test, it was also positive. And just like that, she felt her life slip away.
"Are you okay?" He looked at her anxiously. She was the one who had to have the thing, after all. Maybe he shouldn't refer to it as 'thing'. Or 'it'. Damn. "Fray, it'll be fine. I promise, it'll be completely all right."
Clary sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. "Im going to get kicked out. Luke will kill me, if my mom doesn't kill me first... I am going to have to quit school. I will have to move in to the Institute... with Jace..."
"They're going to chop off my dick with rusty meat cleavers." Simon paled, sitting next to her and automatically putting his arm around her. "You're not moving in, your mom has no room to talk about unplanned kids. I mean, you were unplanned, right?" Whoops. "I mean, She didn't…uh…You turned out great!"
Clary gave him a look. "You're not helping!" She leaned against him though, trying hard to calm herself. "I have to move in, your mom wont let us live together here. Rebecca is in New Jersey, and I have no place to go. The bookstore maybe, but I dont think Luke will let me."
Simon smiled, stroking her hair, trying to be comforting. "I thought that the Clave people had that no-mundanes rule?" He wasn't trying to be a pessimist, but he wouldn't be complaining if they didn't allow her to live in the Institute with her cheating ex.
Clary shook her head and sighed. "You're right... Maybe I could come up with some sort of rune that will let me not look pregnant, and then my mom and Luke wont know for nine more months, and then I can have a job and be able to move out..."
"They won't know for nine months, and then there will be a baby. I'm not sure that's the best plan, Fray." Simon said, looking at her. He was scared too, of course; his mom might very well kick him out, when she found out. "Look, Luke will be moving in with your mom soon, right? Maybe we can just live at the Bookstore, and work there to pay."
Clary closed her eyes and cuddled up to Simon. "I'm scared..." she admits finally. Simon had the most rational plan, one that might work. She bit her lip and looked at him. "All this because of a strip tease," she tried to joke, to make everything okay.
"I know." He laughed halfheartedly at her joke, curling up around her. "It'll be okay, Fray. Everything will be just fine."
Clary nodded, she believed Simon. "Who do we tell first?" She asked, looking at him. She ran a hand through his hair, and kissed his cheek. Wanting to love on him.
"Your mom. She'll be the angriest." Simon suggested, petting her side absently as he thought about their future. It was the strangest thing, yet it felt natural, somehow.
Clary nodded in agreement, then an idea popped into her head and she sat upright, looking at Simon. "What if we got married? Or at least engaged... it would show that we are responsible, and they wouldn't be as mad."
"I think one of us is actually supposed to propose, but yeah, sure." He pulled away and got on one knee, grabbing the nearest thing; a box of floss. Quickly, Simon fashioned it into a ring and held it to her. "Clary Fray, I swear I'll propose in a real way, but, for now, will you accept this makeshift ring and marry me?"
Clary couldn't help but to laugh, she grabbed the makeshift ring and put it on her finger. "Well, your officially stuck with me for at least 18 years then," she says, smiling at the floss on her finger. It was so goofy, yet so Simon and under the circumstances, it was perfect.
"We don't have an expiration date, baby." He said, smiling like a cheese ball, then grabbed her around her waist and pulled her to him to kiss her soundly.
Clary wrapped her arms around Simon, kissing him back. She felt safe in knowing that no matter what happened, Simon would always be with her, and it would be okay.