Chapter Six
It had been three days since Clary had went to Magnus' to stay. She had gone to see her mom and Luke once with Alec, Isabelle, and Simon at her side. She had firmly kept her mouth shut about the pregnancy, not wanting her parents to know just yet. She would tell them when the time was right. Jace hadn't called at all, and that was one thing that was bothering her the most. She figured he would have at least called her once to check on her, maybe to apologize. She and Magnus had fun together though. Magnus would break out the board games at night to keep her entertained and after she would go to sleep, Magnus would get more research done. He was still waiting to hear from his warlock friend who was supposed to do more of his own research on the whole prophecy matter.
On the night of the fourth day, Clary was woken up from her evening nap by Isabelle shaking her shoulder, standing above her in her tall black boots, short black skirt and red shirt beneath a white sweater. "Clary," Isabelle said, sitting on the edge of Clary's bed.
Clary opened her eyes blearily to look at her and sighed. "Yeah, Izzy?" she said, pushing herself into a sitting position.
"I know you shouldn't go out anywhere, but we need you. Jace needs you. He's at the Hunter's Moon drinking. He's completely wasted. Alec can't get him to leave and neither can Magnus, Simon, or Luke," the girl said.
Clary's eyes widened. "Luke? Did Jace say something to Luke about the baby? Does he know?"
Isabelle held her hand up and shook her head. "No, he doesn't. Well, not as far as I know. Who knows what Jace will say in his state."
Clary shook her head. "Why should I go help his drunk ass?" she asked, irritability in her voice. "He hasn't even cared enough to call or ask me to come back to the Institute."
"Clary," Isabelle said, "he's scared. He's really really scared. He's scared for you, the baby...he doesn't know what to do. This is the one thing that is out of his hands and he doesn't like it. I had a long talk with him yesterday about it. He actually cried, Clary. I have only ever seen him cry once, at Max's funeral. That's it. He really needs you. Alec, Simon, Magnus and I will all be around you and there's at least a dozen werewolves there to help us protect you if anything happens. Please."
Clary was quiet for a moment and ran a hand through her red curls. "Fine," she said quietly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, smoothing out her clothes. She had on black yoga pants and a blue long sleeved henley. "Let's go," she said as she put her converses on and grabbed a jacket.
Isabelle smiled gratefully at Clary and led the way into the living room where Magnus and Alec sat on the couch together, talking quietly to one another. "Ready," the dark haired girl chirped as she walked over to the guys. "Simon is going to meet us at the tavern," she said as she pulled her black leather jacket on.
Alec and Magnus stood up, both of them already with their coats on. "Let's go then," Magnus said and looked over at Clary. "Feeling alright?"
Clary forced a small smile and nodded her head. In all honesty, she felt like crap. She threw up at least four times a day, was eating the weirdest things lately, and had a headache from hell, not to mention all she wanted to do anymore was sleep. At least it helped to get her mind off of Jace.
The five of them got outside and after waiting five minutes for a cab to come driving by, they decided to walk. Clary looked around anxiously and every small noise she heard that seemed out of ordinary, she would jump. She was walking in the middle, with the others forming a circle around her.
The streetlights were the only thing illuminating one of the streets they walked down, no car in sight. "Demon at seven o'clock," Alec murmured to the group as they walked. Clary glanced over her shoulder and saw a dog emerge from an alley. Then, two more dogs followed its lead and all three canines started running toward them. The first dog jumped at the group and Clary heard a scream, not realizing until moments later that it was her own.
The others jumped into action around her, Alec pulling his seraph blade out and Isabelle extending her whip into her hand. Magnus raised his hands, balls of light in his hands. Simon stood there, his hand on Clary's arm per Isabelle's command. If anything were to happen, Isabelle told him to get Clary out of there and to the Institute as quickly as possible.
Alec swung his seraph blade as one of the dogs jumped at him and he cut its head straight off its body. Isabelle swung her whip at one as it jumped at her and slashed its leg off. It, unfortunately, regrew instantly. Magnus threw one of the balls of light at the third one but it dodged out of the way too quickly. Alec turned on his heel, swinging his blade through the air in an arc and brought it down on the dog that was trying to get to Clary through Isabelle. It's head was spliced in two. The dog that Magnus was trying to kill went straight around him and ran full force toward Clary. She clutched at the back of Simon's shirt as he shielded her from the demon. Magnus said something in Latin that Clary didn't understand and a beam of light shot from his hand and hit the demon in the chest. It fell to the ground, unmoving.
Everyone, mainly Isabelle, Alec, and Magnus, were all breathing heavily from their fight and Alec grabbed Clary's arm pulling her forward down the sidewalk quickly, the others taking their places around her.
"This is insane," Simon said, glancing around. "Like, WoW insane."
"We need to hurry," Isabelle said uneasily. "I don't like having her out in the open like this."
"I'm right here," Clary grumbled unhappily.
"Sorry," Alec apologized for his sister. "We're all just worried."
Clary nodded and as they all rounded a corner she saw the Hunter's Moon tavern come into view. They walked inside and several werewolves turned to look at them and one nodded his head toward Jace who was sitting at the bar with at least a dozen shot glasses around him, slurring some strange string of sentences to Bat who was behind the bar.
Clary marched straight up to him, anger beginning to flare in her as she watched the man she loved sitting there drinking his problems away. Did he really think he could get rid of all the horrors they were facing with alcohol?
"-I just...I don't think I'm ready to be a dad...y'know?" Jace was slurring to Bat who was looking at him as if he had lost it. "I mean, I asked Clary to marry me."
"Congratulations," Bat said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Thank you!" Jace said loudly, though he still looked lost, his blonde hair in his eyes.
Clary stood behind him with her hands on her hips.
Bat looked over Jace's head at her. "Clary," he said in greeting. "Congratulations."
"Thanks, Bat," Clary said and looked at Jace who had turned to look at her. Jace said something slurred but she didn't know what it was. "How many has he had, and what of?"
"Six shots of whiskey, four shots of Vodka, two shots of rum, and one beer," Bat said simply.
Clary's eyes widened. "You idiot!" she yelled at Jace whose eyes widened in shock.
"What did I do?" Jace asked, trying to sound innocent. He looked at her with puppy eyes but all it did was make her even more angry.
"You think you can drink away your problems?" Clary asked angrily, poking him in the chest. "Really? How dumb can you be? You are going to be a father and you can't man up and accept responsibility?" she seethed, getting up in his face, her head level with his since he was sitting on a barstool. "Do you even want to marry me anymore?" When Jace opened his mouth Clary held a hand up. "I'm not finished yet. I can't drink my problems away, Jace. You shouldn't get to do that either. I don't care if you're ready to be a father or not, this baby will be here in seven months whether you're ready or not. So get your ass up, and get back to the Institute. Now."
Jace looked at her for a moment and stood up. "You think you can tell me what to do? Really? Well if you hadn't gone and gotten pregnant -"
"That's enough!" Alec said, stepping in front of Clary, pushing Jace back away from her. "You're blaming her? Really? 'Cause it takes two to make a baby Jace, not one. If that's what you think, you're dumber than you look right now. No more drinking from here on out, got it? You don't blame Clary for this. It's not her fault. At least she's being responsible, not sitting at the bar drinking her troubles away like you are right now."
"What is going on here?"
Everyone turned to look at the doorway where Luke was standing, looking around at everyone. "Jace? What the hell?" he asked, advancing forward and looking at all the drink glasses. "Why are you drinking?"
"If you found out your were gonna be a dad, you'd be drinking too," Jace slurred, pointing one wavering finger at Luke.
Clary's face turned white as she stared at Jace. "You idiot!" she screamed.
Luke stared at Clary. "You're pregnant?!"
"I…" Clary stammered, at a loss for words.
Luke sighed and shook his head, "we'll talk about it later. With your mother."
Clary felt her stomach flip flop as she imagined how that conversation would go.
Luke gestured at Jace. "Get him home. Sober him up," he said, and shook his head in disgust smelling the alcohol on Jace.
Simon and Alec grabbed Jace's arms and helped him stagger toward the door. Isabelle and Magnus waited beside Clary to escort her with them.
"Luke….I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys yet…" Clary said, looking up at him.
Luke shook his head and even though he looked disappointed in her, he hugged her. "Get him home. Get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."
Clary nodded and walked out of the bar with Isabelle and Magnus, one on each side of her. They walked her outside and got her into a cab. Clary was quiet the entire ride to the Institute, sitting between Isabelle and Magnus.
Once at the Institute, Clary walked inside, the other two trailing behind her. She passed Jace, Alec, and Simon in the kitchen and said, "I'm going to bed. I'm tired," before she ascended the stairs and shut the door to her room. She changed, laid down, and fell almost instantly asleep, letting all her problems fade away while she slept.
"Pregnant?!" Jocelyn shrieked. "Clary, you're eighteen!"
Clary sighed where she sat on the couch across from her mom and Luke. She had feared her mother would react like this. "Yes, which means I'm an adult. An engaged adult."
Jocelyn scoffed. "Oh, so where's Jace? Shouldn't he be here to tell us with you?"
"He's at the Institute. He had some business to attend to. When are you going to give him a break?" Clary asked, the first part a complete lie. She knew Jace was just sleeping off his hangover. She hadn't spoken to him since she'd yelled at him at the bar the night before anyway.
"Too busy for this?" Jocelyn asked rhetorically, shaking her head. She then sighed. "How far are you?"
"Nine weeks," Clary answered quietly.
Jocelyn nodded slowly, Luke's hand resting on her shoulder. "Well...there's nothing we can do so we'll just have to...grin and bear it, I suppose."
Clary wanted so badly to roll her eyes but she refrained. 'Yeah, guess so. Anyway...I'm feeling tired so I think I'm going to go back to the Institute now…" Alec and Isabelle were waiting in the kitchen for her to finish up with her mom and Luke. She had only told her mother they accompanied her for moral support. She didn't feel the need to mention that she was being hunted by demons who wanted to kill her and her unborn child. She stood up and walked over and hugged her mom and Luke, before saying goodbye. Alec and Isabelle met her at the door and hailed a cab. They figured it would be the safest way to get back to the Institute.
"Well," Isabelle said once inside the cab. "That went well."
Clary shrugged. "I guess so," she said, leaning her head against the window as the taxi took off. She closed her eyes and let herself forget everything on the way to the Institute.
So there it was! Hope you guys enjoyed it. Review please!
-MagicalMemory