Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I want to thank all of you for sticking around and being patient. I couldn't figure out a good ending to this, but then it just hit me. I hope you enjoy it. I think it would have been better to end it last chapter, but you guys wanted this and I like to give you what you want. Let me know what you think!

Also, one reviewer asked why Magnus didn't recognize them. Sorry! I originally wrote this as Magnus coming to the cabin with them, but then I wanted him as their doctor because I thought it was fitting and Alec and him were boring already together to me. Anyways, when I changed it, I might have missed a part. Or if there's other confusion, I'm sorry. I tend to miss plot holes until it's too late, and especially if it's in a side character in a short story. Sorry!

Also, I agree. I think Jace's excuse was quite lame. I'd be very mad because women don't get to choose to go to the abortion or not, like one reviewer said. However, if you got the choice to opt out, some people may not have the strength to go. I'd be mad af if I were Clary, though, even if that was the reason.

1 Year Later

"Shouldn't you be worried about your competition – your own father?" Clary asked as she rounded the corner to meet Jace. He had a smug grin on his face as his jacket fell to the floor. Instantly, his hands reached for Clary's stomach. She huffed indignantly. "Jace, I'm not even positive yet. Just because my period is two weeks late, don't get your hopes up."

His grin was heart stopping, though.

"Besides, we've only been trying for one month. Do you honestly expect-?"

Jace stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Clary's delicate frame. She had gained a little more muscle mass than she had a year ago, and her vodka obsession had been put on halt, though it wasn't as difficult as it would have been twelve months prior. Jace pressed his warm lips to her cheek. "It worked for us last time."

He darted around her and toward the kitchen. Clary rolled her eyes. "We were having unprotected sex for years! We were lucky I didn't get pregnant sooner! Now can we please talk about your father?"

Jace only smirked as he sat atop their counter with a can of cold tomato soup in hand. Clary cringed as he took a sip, followed by a smile. "Take a pregnancy test."

Clary, who'd been headed toward Jace, stopped in her tracks suddenly. She didn't know why this surprised her. She was two weeks late, after all. "I –I don't know if it would even pick up this early."

Jace slammed the can on the counter. "A blood test will! Let's find Alec."

"Why?"

"Because Magnus is always around Alec." Jace said as if it was obvious. It was, and Clary didn't know why she felt the need to ask. With a groan, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her purse. "You're pregnant."

Clary, again, snorted with laughter. Jace often came home in this mood. Instead of working for his father or taking over his father's position, Jace joined a new company. It took him three months to be promoted, and then four more months to have his own office. He loved the people there because they were more spontaneous than his father's company. Still, his jubilant mood was overwhelming and somewhat unexpected.

"I'm serious, Clary," Jace said. By the open door, he turned and looked her body over twice. "Your boobs are bigger." She gasped slightly and glanced down, but the difference wasn't very noticeable to her. "Trust me, sweetheart, I spend a lot of time looking at them, more than you. There're bigger."

Clary rolled her eyes and followed him out the door, grabbing his hand to keep him from leaving her behind. "In case you weren't aware, you do, in fact, need the woman to get a pregnancy test."

Jace snickered and pulled Clary into his side. Alec and Magnus' apartment was on the top floor. The two climbed the stairs, but Jace found Clary too slow. He swept her legs out from under hear, earning a squeal of surprise from the girl, and jogged up the last flight. He knocked furiously on the door, but it was Isabelle who answered.

"Iz, what are you doing here?" Clary asked. Iz raised an eyebrow at Clary cradled in Jace's arms like a bride.

"Can't a girl visit her own brother?"

"Yeah, but you always visit us first to give my girl a makeover," Jace rolled his eyes. Even a year into their current relationship, Clary felt a spurt of excitement when Jace called her 'his girl.' She blushed and looked at her lap. "Then we go out and she gets hit on by man whores."

"Oh, you mean like yourself?" Clary jabbed. Jace pinched her butt, and she slapped his head, messing up his perfectly groomed hair.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Admit it, you like my slutty make overs. They'd hit on her anyways, but with my help, they think she's easy and they'll have a chance. Got to keep you on your game, brother."

Jace muttered a few rude threats under his breath and looked around the apartment. "Is Jon here?"

"He's with Magnus, something about more creative designs." Isabelle shrugged.

Jace hissed, "That fucker can't even be original."

Jonathan decided to work for Jace's father when the position opened up. The boys weren't mortal enemies, but they definitely had a more than healthy competition. They both helped out in the design department of their companies while also helping the entire business take off. Really, if it didn't pass Jace's okay for 'awesomeness' and 'sellable' then the item went back in the works. Jace and Jonathan went head to head all the time.

"Seriously, Jace, we should talk about-,"

"Magnus! I need a pregnancy test!"

. . .

They ended up back in the hospital, sitting on another bed in the emergency room. Magnus, after all, didn't have a private office or anything of the likes. He was only a trauma doctor. Clary's leg was bouncing uncontrollably. She glanced at the needle in her arm as red blood filed through it and filled the tube. It was a small amount, and Magnus was done quickly. He looked at them lazily with annoyance.

"Anything more, your highnesses?" he asked as he stood, curtsying for effect.

"Yes, I'm dying for a liver I can take home," Jace said as he hopped on the bed, nearly shoving Clary off in the process. Magnus flipped them off as he closed the curtain.

Clary elbowed Jace. "Remember last year?" He smirked and nodded. Clary leaned back on the bed and smiled gently. "I wanted to jump you for the last part of the…experience."

"Happens all the time," Jace agreed. He leaned back and met Clary's eyes fleetingly. "Even though you were pissed?"

Clary shrugged. "In all my experience, I've never had sex in a hospital."

Jace's hand was on Clary's thigh at the word 'sex.' He jumped on top of Clary's body and growled, "I'll fix that," as he crushed her lips with his.

. . .

Magnus had walked in on many a thing. He'd had to pull two men apart from a woman who was pregnant with one of their sperm. Once, he walked in on a woman peeing in his cup. It was his coffee mug and not the cup he'd placed on the counter for her to pee in. Why she didn't do it in the bathroom, he'd never know. However, this one beat them all.

He'd walked past Clary and Jace's section a few times while waiting on the results. He hadn't heard anything himself until he checked on the person in the room beside them suffering from a painful knife wound accidentally self-inflicted. Despite the deep laceration, he had a grin and looked utterly too pleased. And that was when he heard the first of small, feminine sighs. Magnus frowned but forced himself to ignore it.

He got Clary's lab results, but he didn't go straight into her room because there were three other men peeking into the cracks of the curtains. One was a nurse! He cleared his throat. "Is there a reason you're invading their privacy?"

The nurse grinned. He wiggled his eyebrows towards Magnus. "Listen in and enjoy, my friend. These two are going at it!"

"Dude, she's about to finish!" the knife wound patient was all too excited as he motioned for him to look back in. "Red heads. Crazy in bed."

Magnus' jaw dropped. "All three of you! Out!" He said this loud enough for the two in the room to hear, and the sighs and moans stopped in an instant. The three all groaned and sent furious looks at Magnus. "I'll be talking to you later, Merlion." He only snickered and walked the other patient, an elderly man who fell and hurt his hip, back to his bed.

"I told you you're getting just fine blood flow, sir. A little aspirin and you'll be fine," Merlion said to the older gentleman. Magnus twisted his face in disgust.

He slipped inside the curtain expecting them to have realized what went on outside, but they either didn't notice or just didn't care. Clary was on top of Jace, facing Magnus. She was wearing a tight Mickey Mouse tee and no pants. Magnus only wished he could say it was his first time seeing Clary's lady parts. Obviously, it wasn't.

She opened her eyes and paused. Then she turned around and looked at Jace, who leaned over the side of the bed and peered at Magnus. "You said at least an hour!"

"It's been an hour," Magnus sighed in exasperation. He tossed them the papers. "Congratulations, you're forcing that baby to listen to your sex noises, along with three other interested men."

Clary's face split into a grin. She squealed in joy and jumped backwards towards Jace, who let out a sound mixed between a cry and a painful groan. And now Magnus knew Jace's orgasm sound.

"Why do I deal with you two?"

. . .

Clary was in and out of consciousness. She forgot where she was, what she was doing, and why she felt like her insides were being gently tugged out of her.

Her mind jumped back to high school, back to the time she and Jace became public.

High school, for Clary, wasn't a horrible or a great time. She was in the popular crowd by the name of her brother. Isabelle stuck by her side to force feed her alcohol at the parties. At that time in Clary's life, she wasn't a huge fan of the drink. She pretended to be so she could ensure Isabelle didn't fuck any and all random guys. How ironic.

Clary was getting her things out of her locker when Sebastian shut it and slid in front of her. She let out a sigh. "Hello. Sebastian."

He grinned. "Clary, looking lovely as ever."

She displayed and obvious fake smile. "You…making me gag as always." With a heavy eye roll, she shoved him out of the way to get her books. "What pick up line do you have for me today?"

Over Sebastian's shoulder, she locked eyes with Jace. He was glowering at the pair conversing. Clary looked at him pointedly. For a week now, she'd wanted to tell her brother. It was mostly for this reason. Jace simply couldn't find the courage to tell him face to face. He'd seen what Jonathan did to the guy Clary made out with at a party two months ago.

"What if I have to be a model someday, Clary? And could you handle making out with a guy with one eye?"

Sebastian caught Clary's wandering eye. Without looking over his shoulder, he waved a hand. "Don't worry about those girls. They're boring. You're…different, and I really like that, Clary." Clary was so stunned she couldn't form a response. It was just…such a fuckboy move. It amazed her. Then, Sebastian grabbed the bag from her hand. "Let me get that for you, baby."

"Y-,"

He wrapped an arm around her waist, hand resting on the exposed skin above her hip. "It's no problem. I lift over 200 pounds. It's nothing to me."

Clary, scowling, was about to punch him in the face before Jace stepped in from out of nowhere. First, he slammed him against the locker, closing it for a second time. Then, he glanced at Clary, who had picked up the bag. She smiled sweetly at Sebastian before kneeing him in the nuts, forcing a high-pitched, girlish scream from his throat as he crumpled to the floor.

"That's quite unimpressive, even for you," Jace noted dully as his arm took the spot where Sebastian's had been. Clary leaned her head on Jace's shoulder, still glaring at Sebastian. She then looked expectantly at Jace. By now, a crowd had formed. Clary spotted her brother at the front of it, right behind the fallen boy. She met his eyes, which were clouded with confusion.

Jace glanced at the crowd and looked directly at Jonathan. He clenched his jaw before growling down at Sebastian, "Clary's my girl. Don't bother her again. None of you asshats!"

As he looked up at the crowd, it quickly dispersed with bubbles of rumors and gossip.

Jonathan was the only one who stayed completely still. Clary gulped and nudged Jace, who finally moved forward. Jon looked between them. "How long?"

"A month and three days. Since school started."

Jon nodded, like it didn't surprise him. "Way to sound like a pussy, Wayland. Counting the days, seriously?"

Clary shoved Jon's shoulder. "I'm a prize, right, Jon?"

He crossed his arms. "Yeah. You better worship the ground she walks on, alright?" Jace pulled Clary impossibly closer to his side and jerked his head in a nod. "You're not gonna drop her when she gives out because you know I'll personally cut off your dick." Clary pretended not to notice how Jace's grip on her hip tightened. Jace turned completely stiff, and Clary's cheeks flooded with color. Jon tilted his head. "Which won't be for a long time, right, Clare?"

They didn't mean to tell him, but Clary was the worst liar ever. "Yes. You're right."

Jon's eyes went wide. "You'd never say I'm right. You're lying. You already fucked my baby sister!?"

Lights out for Jacey.

The memory brought a smile to Clary's lips. Her mind wandered back to the blackness, but it wasn't so scary this time, and she decided to stay. She felt the blissful memories run through her mind. Her and Jace's first kiss, and how he tasted of the sweet, interesting taste of Jace. How his hands ran up and down her sides, waiting for her permission to touch anything, pinching and tickling her when she had to stop for breath, making her smile. How his hands felt running through her hair.

She saw Jace's face, but it seemed realer this time. His eyes were shining brightly, the gold specks clasping her attention. Her lips and fingers twitched. The vision grew paler, and that annoyed her, so she blinked a few times. Jace's expression went from distraught to elated in an instant. It was only then that Clary realized why his eyes were so bright – he'd been crying.

"She's back. She's stable."

The blackness took over again, but this was less dark than before, more comforting, and she slipped into it like any dream.

When she woke, it was to the sound of a wailing cry. It was high-pitched and soft, and one that she'd never heard before. The cry…it brought her back to the present. She gasped awake and sat up, eyes searching the room.

"Baby…where's my-?"

"She's right here!" Jace's voice was thick and hushed, smooth. She found him in the chair by her side. A beeping sound pierced her ears, distracting her from the cry. Jace stood, cradling a blanket. And then, she saw her. She saw the pale head with small curls bouncing along with the beat Jace provided. She heard her cry again. "Say hi to mommy," Jace cooed, pressing his lips to the baby's forehead. Clary's heart burst. Her arms stretched out.

"Oh, she's – she's gorgeous," Clary felt tears pricking her eyes as the light weight of the blanket and baby rested in her arms. She could feel the heat of her girl. Her girl. Her tears fell, and Jace wiped them away so they didn't fall on the baby. "What's her name?"

Jace, she realized with a start, was crying. He sniffed in as manly a way as possible and cleared his throat, his fingers caressing the baby's soft cheeks. She stopped crying as Clary held her close. "I couldn't name her without you." His voice was broken with emotion. Clary glanced at him with an excited smile. "So. What does she look like?"

Clary saw her soft features. Pale blonde hair, green eyes with two specks of gold in them, plump little lips. Clary pressed her lips to the baby, who then cooed and almost smiled. She almost smiled! Clary laughed with glee. Then, her eyes met Jace. "Abigail. Abigail Wayland."

Jace wrapped an arm around Clary and kissed her forehead. "Abigail is perfect." There were a few moments of silence as they watched Abigail's eyes fight to stay open. Eventually, she succumbed to sleep. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Me?"

Jace nodded grimly as he sat on the edge of the bed, his arm cradling Clary. "You had a lot of bleeding. They…you almost died." Clary whipped around with surprise. Jace's eyes were stormy, unsettled. He shook his head. "But you're okay now. And so is Abigail."

Clary smiled weakly. "She's okay."

Jace pressed his lips first to Clary's, exacting that familiar warmth from her heart, and then to the precious gift in her arms. "We're all okay now."

A/N: Who can guess where I got Abigail's name from? Check out my other stories if you enjoyed this one. I have wayyy too many!