A/N: I wrote chapter two! Only because you guys are so amazing with your reviews, and I just couldn't refuse to continue :D

I skipped the whole part in between when Jocelyn walks into the bathroom, up until they get Clary to bed, mostly because I couldn't think of what might happen during that time.

Oh, and just so you know, Clary is NOT pregnant! She's just allergic to... you'll find out what ;)

Just as a warning, there is some fluff. This is my first time writing this kind of thing, so be nice, okay?

Clary struggled to open her eyes against the bright white light glaring outside her eyelids. She hadn't really been sleeping for the last few hours, only falling in and out of hazy consciousness. She remembered getting up in the middle of the night, her stomach churning, and then intense stabbing pains through her abdomen to her chest as she threw up, and then dry heaved over the Lightwood's toilet.

Then Jace had been there, massaging her back and holding her hair out of her face. He had been talking to her the whole time, but Clary couldn't recall what he had said, only the urgent tone of his silky voice. She only remembered Jace holding her, and the pain in her stomach.

There were other flashes of memory: Jace's voice again, frantic; her mother's voice, comforting both of them; cold damp washcloths pressed against her forehead and the back of her neck.

Now, she could feel the cool cloth against the back of her neck still, but all the pain was gone.

Clary forced her eyes open, squinting against the light. Warm fingers laced with hers, squeezing her hand.

"Clary?" Jace's voice, soft and tentative, questioned her. His free hand traced over her forehead, tucking a stray red curl behind her ear. "How are you feeling?" His voice wavered, as if he wanted to say something else but couldn't.

Clary focused her gaze on his face. Jace's golden eyes met hers, and she saw everything he was feeling reflected in their depths. Panic, fear, pain. Love. He laid his hand on her cheek, waiting for her answer.

"I'm okay," she tried to say, but her voice ended up as barely a whisper.

Jace leaned over her until their foreheads touched and closed his eyes. "You were sick all last night," his warm breath cascaded over her face. "Jocelyn says it's because you had an allergic reaction to something you ate." Jace pressed his lips softly to hers. "It scared me," he admitted in a whisper quieter than her own. "I've never seen anyone that sick, except as a reaction to demon poisoning. I thought you – " his voice broke. He pressed another rougher kiss to her lips to make up for the unspoken words, 'I thought you were dying.' Clary felt the meaning; all of his emotion poured into her body through his kiss.

Clary moved her hand to run through Jace's golden curls. "I'm sorry," she whispered against his mouth, her voice still hoarse. It was the only thing she could think of to say.

Jace moved his face away from hers far enough so that his eyes met her green ones. "Don't be sorry, Clary," he ran his thumb along her cheek bone. "How could it possibly be your fault for being sick?" He smiled, but it was tense and didn't reach his eyes.

Clary returned his gesture, frowning at the dark half-circles under his eyes. Jace closed his eyes when she traced her fingers over his forehead, meaning to smooth out the tense creases there. "What am I allergic to?" she wondered. She couldn't remember being allergic to anything in her days as a mundane. There had been those horrible cases of the flu, and then the chicken pox, but no allergies.

"Jocelyn wasn't sure," Jace leaned down to kiss Clary once again, more forcefully. "She thinks maybe it was the oysters Izzy bought for dinner. Have you ever had oysters before?"

Jace continued to kiss her, settling himself next to her on the twin sized bed, his arm draped over her side. His closeness made it hard for Clary to think. "I – I don't think I've ever had oysters before," she was getting her voice back slowly, and she no longer sounded like she was struggling to get the words out.

"That's what Jocelyn said," Jace told her between the kisses he had begun trailing down her jaw and across her collarbone. "That you hadn't had them before and wouldn't know you were allergic. It's a good thing she was up in the middle of the night too," Jace paused, as if unwilling to explain further. But then he continued, lowering the tone of his voice until his words were barely audible, "I panicked. I didn't know… didn't know what was happening to you. If your mother hadn't been there… I – you – " he laid his head against her chest, running his hand through her fiery tangles.

"Jace," Clary wanted to comfort him, but she wasn't really sure how to, "you didn't know. Don't blame yourself. I'm fine now." She laced her fingers into the silky curls at the nape of his neck.

"I know," he mumbled into her tank-top. "But," he looked up at her, "promise me something?"

"Sure." She wondered what he could need her to promise.

"Don't get sick like that again." He sat up, leaning over her. "I don't want to wake up not knowing if you're okay."

Clary gave him a small smile, "I can try not to get unintentionally sick in the middle of the night ever again." she pulled him down to her until their lips touched. "And I won't ever eat oysters from now on," she promised.

"Good." Jace placed his hands on either side of her waist, balancing his body over hers as he leaned in to kiss her with everything he had.

A/N: So, did you guys like this chapter as much as the last one? I hope so :D It was a lot harder to write because I don't have a clue where the plot-line is going!

Please tell me what you think. Reviews are loved ;D