*Sighs in exasperation* I don't have much interest in this story, but it's a Clace story so I can't leave it unwritten...
CPOV
Me and Izzy didn't say much as I led her to the food court. I could sense her feelings rolling off of her like a tidal wave, and I'm pretty sure the words 'whore' and backstabbing slut' were rolling around in her mind.
My favorite restraunt there was the classic 'Mickey D's', so, natrually, that's the direction I was headed.
Isabelle's fingers caught my sleeve, pulling me back so hard I was actually lifted a couple of feet off the ground.
"Where do you think you're going?" she demanded in that voice she used to use whenever I'd try to escape from letting her dress me up.
I was pretty much still in shock, but had enough sense in me to point a weak finger at the Mickey D's sign.
"McDonald's."
Isabelle's face twisted in disgust, looking like the Izzy I had left behind months ago.
"Gawd," she hissed, looking like a cat defending it's kill. "The calories. And besides," she pointed at my stomach. "That baby needs healthy food, not some greasy crap from a fast food hellhole."
I rolled my eyes. "Iz, I've been eating fastfood since I-" I trailed off, not wanting to say 'left'.
She ignored me. Typical Izzy. "What you need," she went on, tugging me along with her. "Is some real food. Maybe some Taki's..."
I shook my head quickly, already remembering that restraunt that looked like a prison and served food for a palace.
"Hell, no," I said.
Isabelle didn't falter her power walking. "Don't hell, no me, Clarissa Fray!" she said superiorly. "You are eating lunch with me and Simon and that is FINAL."
Well, when she used that tone of voice, I couldn't really argue with her, now could I?
Sadly, because we were in Manhattan, the sidwewalks and streets were crowded and we were so squished we couldn't move.
Isabelle, being the very subtle person she was, screamed. "Make way, coming through! Make way for a pregnant lady!"
Our path was quickly cleared.
On the subway, Izzy sat next to me and held my hand, noticing my nervous looks at the predatory looking men surrounding us.
"Dykes," some dude called out, causing everyone else on the subway snicker.
Isabelle's dark head snapped up, and she narrowed her dark eyes at the man who'd called out. "What was that, dickwad?" she said in a dangerously soft voice.
He failed to hear the warning in her voice. Retard. "I said," he sneered. "Dykes."
The others jeered.
Isabelle was up faster than a heartbeat, and was standing nose to nose with him. "What makes you think that?" she asked in a growl.
He raised his eyebrows innocently. "Well, you did get her pregnant, am I right?"
The freakin' nerve of some men.
Isabelle's fist was blindingly fast, and connected with the man's jaw before he could duck or block it.
The force of her hook punch (Go, Izzy!) sent him spinning, and then collapsing face first, blood forming and trickling from his mouth.
"Suck balls, you gay ballerina!" I called out softly, causing Izzy to laugh and the other men to scowl resentfully at us. Huh. I had a feeling we weren't welcome back at the subway.
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IPOV
Seeing Clary pregnant was a slap in the face to me.
Who was the father? When did it happen?
And the major question that I wanted to ask her, but was afraid to: What about Jace?
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CPOV
Taki's looked just as I'd remembered: All brick and mystical creatures that only kids and mundanes can read and dream about.
Izzy led me to a booth, sliding in.
I stared at her, still standing, my eyes begging her not to make me explain why I wasn't sitting.
She frowned. "Clary?"
I pointed reluctantly to my bulging stomach, the answer to why there was no way in hell I would be able to fit in that cramped booth.
Isabelle looked at me blankly for a moment, not exactly understanding. Then her eyes traveled to my round stomach, and her eyes widened in understanding.
"Kaelie!" she called. The blond faerie/waitress hurried over to our table, blue eyes widened inquistively. "Yes, Isabelle?"
Isabelle pointed at my round stomach. "We need some takeout."
Kaelie stared at my stomach, her lipgloss covered mouth open. How rude.
Isabelle noticed this, and snapped, "When you're done checking out my best friend, get our fuckin' boxes ready so we can order."
Kaelie's face flushed but she scowled. "Fine. What'd you want then?"
I rolled my eyes. "I feel so welcome."
Izzy stood up, moving threateningly over to where Kaelie stood. Kaelie sighed. "Okay, okay. Welcome to Taki's. May I take your order?"
Isabelle nodded. "I'll have the usual," she said in a sweet voice. I knew better than to stare in shock. Isabelle didn't sound like she was about to rip out Kaelie's throat, like she had a second ago.
Kaelie turned to look at me, careful not to look down at my stomach. "And for you?"
"I'll have a cheeseburger-"
"She'll have your sage salad," Izzy cut in. I stared at her, to furious to speak. Who'd she think she was? My girlfriend? I could order my own food!
"With a large glass of cocoanut milk and some fish."
Eww...
Then she rattled off a large series of dishes, undoubtfully for the Lightwoods.
My chest tightened at the thought of them.
I sat on the table while glaring at Izzy as Kaelie wobbled off on her high-heels. "Well?"
Isabelle looked up from her tiny little makeup mirror, where she was applying, of course, makeup. "Well, what?"
I exhaled in exasperation, crossing my arms, which rested comfortably on my huge stomach. "I can order my own food, thank you ever so kindly."
Izzy rolled her eyes. "Excuse me, but unless you want an oompaloompa for a kid, I'd suggest you start eating healthy."
I sighed. "Thanks, I guess."
Isabelle smiled. "I know, I'm the best." she looked over my shoulder, her eyes brightening. "Simon!"
I looked at the direction she was staring at, my mouth falling open.
Standing in the doorway of Taki's, holding the door open, stood Simon.
His eyes widened when he saw me, his mouth opening when he saw my stomach. I didn't care if he thought I was a whore, or that he didn't want to see me after these six months.
Because I'd missed him, almost as much as I'd missed the blond.
And that's why, with a scream, I flung myself across the restraunt and into his open arms.
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