A/N: Hey guys! This is my next little drabble. It's right after the baby.
Someone asked why their wedding ceremony was like that, and it's because they didn't really want the two spouses to have a romantic relationship. I'm not saying they didn't happen, but in Sparta for the most part sex was purely to create more Spartans. They didn't want the males to see the females as romantic partners, which is why they cut their hair and dressed them as men. So in this story, yeah it's clace, but they are more of friends with benefits most of the time.
This society was just weird. I love it.
I hope you enjoy my next chapter.
Jace: 27
Clary: 22
I was sitting on the wagon next to Jace, as we approached his parents land. I just recovered from the birth of my first born son, who was a fat healthy baby. Since he was fat baby, it took me a month to heal. I knew his parents had passed away a while go, but this place was completely run down. There were cobwebs everywhere, visible holes in the walls, and wood hanging from the patio roof. I sighed in annoyance, hopping off the cart when we stopped. The baby was tied by a cloth to my torso and was sleeping peacefully, which I was easy to carry and comfortable.
"Seriously?" I huffed, stepping up onto the rundown patio. The floorboards creaked underneath me, begging me to get off.
"I told you. No one has been here in 16 years." He stepped next to me. "How long do you think it will take you to repair?" He asked, scanning over the place.
"A couple months." I walked carefully into the home, seeing that it wasn't much better.
"I guess I'll start with my room." I glanced around, trying to find the room. "That way the baby and me have a safe place to sleep." I mumbled to myself, knowing that this didn't affect Jace in the slightest.
"I can help for today, but I won't have another day off for a few weeks." Jace informed me, stepping next to me.
"Thank you. Let's try to get this room done." I walked back outside, and grabbed the crib I brought with us. I set it up just outside the rickety patio, so little Stephen would be safe. I don't trust this floor at all. I wrapped his blanket around him, as his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful. His little blonde wisp were curled against his forehead with adorably red cheeks. "I want you to fix the roof above the room. Keep an eye on this one." I smiled at our son before I went and grabbed wood from the wagon. I dragged it inside, dropping it on the floor, so I could get to work.
OoOoO
The sun was beginning to go down, and the bedroom was finally safe to sleep in. I had to rip of the floor and better support the walls. I sat down on the wobbly chair, holding my babe's head to my bosom. He's a hungry little fellow. Luckily, he slept most of the day, so I didn't have to take a bunch of feeding breaks. I stroked his hair, as I watched my son. If I didn't know any better I would say he wasn't mine, he looks almost exactly like Jace. He entered the room, and sat down at the table near me, dripping in sweat.
"Finally you're done with the roof." I glanced up at him, seeing his eyes on me.
"No thank you?" He scoffed, running his fingers through his locks.
"Why would I thank you? This is your house." I rolled my eyes.
"Very true." He shrugged, taking a deep breath. "Do you want me to stay tonight?" He asked, getting up to place his hands on the back of my chair.
"No, I can't pregnant before I'm done fixing this place." I explained, looking up at him. It would be nice if he stayed, but it wouldn't be worth it. I need some time to get myself in balance again.
"Ok, I'll be on my way." He leaned, pressing his lips to my forehead gently. He crouched down, stroking the baby's head. "Be strong, little one." He kissed Stephen's head lightly, before heading towards the door. I smiled faintly at his sentiment. Not many men really cared about their babies, but Jace was definitely fond of Stephen. I climbed to my feet, pulling my gown back over my exposed breast, as I wanted my little one to his crib. I exhaled a tired breath, looking over the fixed room. It seemed empty.
Then I realized I am all alone in a strange house.
I sniffled in a breath, feeling home sick. I knew this had to be done, but it doesn't mean it feel right. It feels wrong. I feel like I shouldn't be here. I pulled on some of my locks, wishing it was longer, wishing I felt a little bit like my old self, but I guess that girl is gone. So much has changed in these past few months. It's hard to believe I'm still me. I'm a mother, a wife, and a land owner. It's like I grew up overnight.
My heart ached for my mother. She died a few years ago, but I want to have her advice. I want to know how she did this my father. He definitely isn't an easy man to deal with. At home I had my father, someone who was familiar, but here I'm on my own. I sat down on my bed, running my fingers through my hair. I felt my face get hot with tears. I wiped my eyes, shaking my head. This is no reason to cry. Everyone goes through this. Everything is going to be fine.
Stephen started crying from across the room, causing me get up. I lifted him from his crib, and he cooed against me. He reached his stubby little hands, touching my face. I smiled at him, feeling my worries fade, as I tucked him against me. He was the only good thing that came out of this. My beautiful little boy. I beamed down at him, feeling more tears fall down my cheek. I sat down on the bed, feeling myself really cry for the first time since I gave birth. I choked on my breath, rocking back and forward slowly, trying to calm not only myself nut the little one. I didn't even fully understand why I was crying, but it felt good.
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2 months later
The house had been completely renovated, and Izzy came over to help me with the fields. I was a couple weeks away from almost completing my work. Stephen was strapped to my back, as I dug the plow into the ground, pulling up the weeds that had grown there. The soil here is extremely fertile, but annoying to get to.
"The house is looking good." Izzy complimented, leaning against her plow to catch her breath.
"Thanks." I panted, still pulling on the land. I want to get this done.
"When was the last time Jace was around?" She asked curiously.
"Since I moved in. I told him that I wasn't getting pregnant before I was done fixing everything." I scoffed, standing up straight. He isn't putting a baby in me while I'm doing dealing with this house.
"That's probably a good idea." She shrugged, beginning to pull on the weeds again.
"Yeah." I nodded, continuing to work.
OoOoO
The sun was down, the baby was fed, and my day was finally over. I poured water into a large bowl on my dresser. I gathered the water in my hands, bringing it to my face. I sighed in relief, knowing I was in major need for a bath. The water against my skin made me feel so refreshed. I don't have a tub, but I have a sponge. I slipped the straps off of my gown off my shoulders, letting it gather around my hips. I dripped the sponge in the water, scrubbing the grime off my shoulders. The water felt cool against my hot skin, easing the burning sensation in my muscles. I closed my eyes, rolling it over my chest, which was covered in dried sweat. It felt so good to finally clean myself. I flinched heavily, when a hand was placed over mine and a body pressed against my back. My eyes flew open, and I looked quickly behind me.
"Jace." I sighed in relief, dropping my head back against his ridged torso. "You scared the crap of me." I punched his thigh in frustration, making him chuckle.
"Sorry, I was going to say something, but you were half naked." His lips moved against my neck, making me inhale a sharp breath.
"I told you not until after I'm done fixing the place up." I murmured, as our joined hands moved along my lower stomach.
"I know." He breathed, taking my earlobe in his mouth. I bit back a moan, squeezing the sponge tighter. Water drizzled down my stomach, making me quiver.
"Jace, you can stay the night if you want, but no sex." I fought to keep my composure. I needed to put my foot down. I already told him that he had to wait.
"Sex doesn't necessarily have to end with a baby." His voice was rough, as he held me tighter against him. I whimpered, closing my eyes to try to be impartial. If I get pregnant now, I would have to lessen my work load, which will put a halt in my work.
"It doesn't." I murmured, turning my head to look up at him. He nodded, sliding his mouth along my jaw.
"If you don't make this worth my time, you're not getting any until after harvest." I murmured, as I pushed the rest of my gown off of my hips. I moved away from him, laying back on my bed with legs spread wide. He smiled wicked, as he dropped his toga.
A/N: So I hoped you guys liked it. This was a situation that I thought might have been common in this day in age. Women controlled the household because all the men were soldiers. The women did most of the work just about everywhere, which I think is interesting.
What did you think?
Next chapter I can either do around when Clary gave birth or when Jace moves into the house. Which one do you guys want?
Please review!