A/N. Hey everyone, welcome back! You wouldn't believe the amount of research I had to do for this chapter. As always, I would like to thank my spectacular beta mackenzie .smiley.9, my best friend Evelyn, and my sister Samantha (Sam). I love you, guys!
P.S. I do not have scheduled times so I will get the next chapter to you when I can
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare still won't give up the rights to The Mortal Instruments so it belongs to her….for now. The only thing I own is what the characters say and do. R&R
I leap out of bed and rush to the nearest restroom just in time. I'm sixteen weeks pregnant and morning sickness sucks! The doctor says it should stop soon, though. Moments after I get to the toilet, Jace is right behind me. He holds my tangle-filled hair up and rubs my back in small soothing circles. After I finish, I start making my way back to my bed which right now, seems like the most comfortable thing in the world.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Clary it's seven a.m. We have to be at the hospital at nine," he says groggily. He is used to waking up early but last night I was feeling ill, so he voluntarily stayed up with me until I felt better.
"Do we have to go?" I pout. He smirks and pulls me towards him. He gives me a quick hug and a peck on lips.
"Yes my love, I'm afraid we do. Besides," he places a callused hand on my miniature baby bump, "we might just find out the gender of our baby." I grin at his words and race to the bathroom.
I jump in the shower, turn it on, and clean myself with my favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. When I'm done, I dry myself off and brush my unruly hair. I slip into a bright yellow sundress with matching ballet flats.
I walk out of the bathroom just as my phone rings from on top of the nightstand. I grab it and flip it open.
"Hi, sweetheart. How is everything going?" my mother's voice sounds from the other end.
"Everything's going great, mom. The morning sickness is a pain in the behind, though. We're actually about to go to the hospital for an ultrasound."
"That's nice to here. The morning sickness should go away soon. Why don't you call me back when you're finished with the ultrasound."
"Okay, mom. Bye, I love you."
"Bye, honey. I love you too. "
I hang up and sit on the edge I the bed. I remember how my mother was so excited about being a grandmother when we told her. Maryse was too.
My stomach rumbles signaling it was time to eat. I gaze down and pet my belly. "You're hungry aren't you," I whisper. I stand up and walk to the kitchen with one hand resting instinctively on my baby bump.
When I arrive, Jace is already there at the stove, cooking breakfast. My stomach loudly grumbled at the delicious smell of food. I sit on a stool at the counter as he loads up a plate and brings it to me. Bacon, pancakes, eggs, and orange juice are set before me. I think I actually drool a little bit at the sight of it all.
I dig in gratefully and finishing a mere five minutes. A new record for me!
Jace bursts out laughing. "I guess someone was starving."
"Hey, I'm eating for two here," I reply, pointing at my stomach.
"Touché," is all he says before making his own plate and sitting down beside me. He glances at the clock and his eyes go wide. Jace scarfs down his food and then puts both plates in the dishwasher. My husband grabs my hand and leads me towards our black sedan.
He drives off and ten minutes later we arrive at the hospital. We go into the familiar waiting room and sit down on a green couch. Precisely at nine o'clock, a nurse dressed in floral scrubs takes us to a room and directs me to lie down. She also gives me thirty-two fluid ounces of water and tells me to drink all of it. Jace stands right beside me and holds my hand. I down the water quickly and Jace throws the bottle into the trashcan.
Dr. Miller then comes in and greets us. He is tall, bald, old, and thin. Dr. Miller has done all of my ultrasounds. He has been really helpful so far and explains what is going on and what we should do very clearly.
"Hello, Clary. Shall we get started," he says in his usual cheery voice. He lifts my shirt just over my protruding belly. The old man then puts some really cold gel on my abdomen and moves the transducer over it.
Jace and I simultaneously gaze up at the screen and see the unmistakable shape of a baby. I didn't realize I was crying until Jace wipes the tears away. Damn hormones. My golden haired angel kisses me lovingly and then draws back to look at the screen again.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood, you are having a baby girl and everything else seems to be normal," he announces.
A baby girl. Thank the Angel. How wonderful but I better not let Izzy get a hold of her, I think silently to myself. Meeting Isabelle's cousin was proof that no child should be around Izzy. Jace hugs me tightly and then asks for a photo of the baby to show both of our families.
The doctor nods, hands me a paper towel to clean the gel off of me with, and sets off to make a photo copy. Five minutes later he returns and hands us both a copy. We leave the hospital and as soon as we step outside I call my mom. On the third ring she finally picks up.
"Hello, Clary. All finished up?" she asks.
"Yeah, mom. I have some news and it's nothing bad."
"Okay, what is it?"
"We're having a girl," I tell her as more tears of joy slide down my cheeks.
A/N. I don't feel too well about that chapter. Please review and tell me what you thought of it and don't be shy to give me some constructive criticism!