Hey guys! So this is Chapter 9! Wow, so many chapters done! Remember I don't own The Mortal Instruments because they belong to Cassandra Clare. Speaking of the Mortal Instruments, I'm re-reading the whole series because last time I got to City of Fallen Angels and I couldn't complete them and now I've just finished City of Lost Souls and may I just say, wow. It's been really hard coming on here and reading because there are so many spoilers from the last book I have to refrain from looking at them. So yeah. I hope you enjoy this chapter remember to reveiw, fav, or follow the story!

-IL

I looked down at the cup in front of me. Izzy said I needed to keep it. I had kept it from three months ago when I saw Jace at Java Jones. It had his phone number on it. In my mind, I would go back to that day all the time and wonder if not telling him was a good idea. I grabbed my phone from my bed side table and typed the phone number into my phone. I released the breathe I had no idea I was holding. And then I sucked in another breathe as I pressed call on my phone. It started ringing. And ringing.

"Hello," asked a male voice on the phone heavy with sleep.

"Jace," I asked, I could feel myself freezing up.

"Yeah, who's asking," he said and I could hear movement, it was probably him sitting up.

"Clary," I said but it came out more like a question than a statement.

"Hey. What's up? Is there something wrong with the baby," he asked, suddenly more alarmed. He sounded so concerned. I bit my lip as I twisted the pamphlet in my hands.

"How do you feel about parenting classes," I asked, exhaling another breathe.

-Line Breakers are love. Line Breakers are life-

"Are you sure you don't need me to stay, Clare-bear," asked Jon as he dropped me off at the Penhallow's Parenting Center.

"It's fine. I'm fine. Jace will bring me home and we'll be here till about 3," I said, reassuring my Jon, who was clutching the wheel like it was his life force.

"Yeah but I don't trust you with him," he said gritting his teeth.

"I'll be fine. You know I can handle myself," I sighed. He rolled his eyes.

"okay okay, I'll go. But call me if you need me," he said and I nodded. He pulled the gear and drove away. I sat on a nearby bench waited for Jace. Where was he? He promised he would be here for 12:30 and it was 12:45. I pulled out my phone my phone and I texted him demanding where he was. And all I got back was a "I'm coming. Almost there". Sure enough, about ten minutes later, Jace pulled up in front of me.

"Sorry I'm late, they were short on staff at Java Jones today and a whole bunch of people were demanding no whip skinny lattes and they know I do those the best," he said, giving me his signature smirk. I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the blue building.

"Okay so what are these classes about," he asked, catching up with me.

"Oh you know, foods to eat, exercises to do, information on different birthing techniques, etc," I said, handing him the pamphlet. I looked over to him. He was looking down at the pamphlet with a worried expression on his face.

"It's gonna be fine. We're gonna be fine," I said reassuringly and I grabbed his hand. The weather wasn't too cold but it was mild weather that called for a light jacket. He looked down at my hand and gave me a fetus smile that was different than his usual smirk. I smiled and hand in hand we walked into the house.

Okay so this one was very brief and the reason for that is so that ya'll can have a funny in depth look at Penhallow's Parenting Center, which I'm working on right now. So please be patient. If I get three more review I'll try and speed up my process and give you the chapter early! Hugs and Kisses!

-IL