Very short, but it has everything! A little adventure, a major part in the plot, sweet daddy scenes, and an abundance of fluff! I'm kinda disappointed with the lack in reviews, so i have a request. Review to me how you feel about the story, and any plot ideas you might have. Where do you see the story going? You can review anything you want, but please, just review :) I promise, this story is almost complete, just a few more chapters, and then i'll be starting a fanfiction for The Hunger Games. :) thank you so much for your reading and follows and favorites, they make me happy that ya'll love it enough to follow and favorite them. You guys are the best!
I can't feel my tongue, because it's pushing to the roof of my mouth so tightly. I wait as Magnus talks to Clary not on speaker phone. She's propped up against the door, her feet propped up on the center console. I swallow back the pounding in my head, and pop my knuckles. I'm not sure I can do this whatsoever, but I have to have confidence or else Clary won't cooperate. That or she'll kick my ass right out of this car and onto the damn jam packed highway. I take a few deep breaths. I know I don't do well with this shit. During high school we had to have the annual talk which includes "The Video", but that year they added a new video…A birth video. I wanted to stay home, considering when Max was born I couldn't even be in the hospital. Alec stayed outside with me because he was too pure to handle seeing his mother naked from the waist down. I suppose watching Maryse give birth to Izzy made Alec gay. Hell, if I was three and saw a girl give birth, I would want nothing to do with women ever again! Well, that's going to happen in a few minutes. I reminded myself.
I had no problem getting the crap squeezed out of my hand, but delivering my own child? That's even scarier than breaking a few fingers and not playing football!
Magnus suddenly comes back on the phone. "Jace, I told Clary how to position herself, now I will walk you through this. First, put the car in park." Magnus chuckled.
"Oh, yeah…" I say with a snap as if remembering. This earns a knock-it-off glare filled with fear from Clary. "Alright, now what do I do?" I ask.
Magnus speaks slowly. "Every time Clary gets a contraction tell her to push. She's already fully dilated as you told me, so this will be relatively easy for you. It'll take a few contractions and pushes, but you'll be able to see the head. Trust me. Now, when you do, I'll tell you what to do next." Magnus says calmly.
I wish he'd yell. His voice makes me want to reach through the phone and strangle him. I'm alone, and the fate of my helpless child is in my hands. This is not a time to be calm.
Clary grunts through her next contraction, and I have to look away. I can't watch her pain, knowing I'm the one initiating it. It takes four more contractions and a lot of car beeps surrounding us, for our baby's head to begin crowning. I furrow my eyebrows. His hair looks a bit dark, and I'm not sure if it's because he's covered in blood. He also looks a sickly purple.
"What is it," Clary snaps. "What's wrong, what's up with your face?" she sounds panicky.
I shake my head. "Nothing's wrong. Magnus, what do I do now? He's crowning quite a bit." I say.
"When you start to see the base of your neck, bear with this, but I need you to actually stretch out the walls, and try to gently slide out the shoulders. Clary, I'm sorry, but the shoulders are the hardest part." He instructs.
Clary cries out a few times and makes a few gagging noises, but she holds back screams, because unlike in a building, screaming in a car can be deafening. She carries on though, and sooner than I'd like, I see the base of the neck. I hold my breath as I do as Magnus instructed and slide my fingers down the side of the baby's neck. I bend my fingers under its arms and slide out the right shoulder, than move to the left. It sticks and I don't panic on the outside, since I can't freak out Clary. So, I calmly get her to help me out. "Clare, you're going to have to give me one last huge push, and I'll be able to get him out, alright?" I ask. She nods and we work simultaneously. Suddenly, the shoulder comes free along with a ton of blood that makes me breathe through my mouth. I can't get sick, not right now. I hold the head with one hand and pull out our… son… with the other. I smile, a little boy. He's here, and he's safe. I lay him in Clary's arms after doing what Magnus says to check if the umbilical cord is straight and hanging from what will be the naval. The main reason is so it doesn't wrap around his neck. "Jansen," I sigh, pulling off my jacket and using it to wrap my son in.
I use my t-shirt to clean up my hands and Clary. With shaking hands, I drive a trembling Clary and a wailing Jansen to the hospital, through the lightened up traffic. It's a quiet ride, both of us trying to calm down from the effort and fear. It wasn't as bad as the movies make it seem, and that lady was on pain meds.
I sigh, and smile at Clary as we turn into the parking garage. Clary hands me Jansen in the parking lot, and she slides on her pants. She looks at the shoes and with a "fuck it". We get out of the car, carrying a swaddled Jansen. His eyes are still closed, and we rush inside. If he opens his eyes, the blood in them and the bright light might make him go blind. We walk into the lobby and the lady at the front desk smiles, and points to the first room. Inside, Magnus takes Jansen from us and clary collapses on the bed. I sit in the chair beside her after washing my hands. "That was the most terrifying thing in my life." I say.
Clary laughs. "Yeah, I bet. I trusted you, you seemed calm." She says.
My eyes widen. "You must've not seen my face then." I reply.
Clary just raises an eyebrow. "I couldn't." she simply says, causing me to chuckle. She scoots over, and I sit in the bed next to her, pulling the blankets up to our waists. I'm still shirtless, so the cold weather got to me quickly.
Magnus comes in with a nurse and a rolling cradle. Inside lays Jansen, now wrapped in a blue blanket with blue mittens and a white cap on. I smile down at him. He's got Clary's button nose and small ears, but everything else is mine. His hair was in fact blonde, and instead of the purple blob I saw, he's my tan. His mouth is full like mine, and he has yet to open up those eyes. He's clenching his fists inside his mittens, so I put my pointer finger by one, and he grasps it. He breathes in deeply, and his eyes flicker, like he's blinking with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, my breath catches as he lifts those golden lashed lids, revealing the most stunning eyes I've seen. The rims are emerald green, and they fade quickly into the majority color of gold. Clary gasps, looking over my shoulder. "He's perfect," she says.
I smile and pick him up, letting Clary hold him. He paws at her hair with his mittens that keep him from scratching himself. I chuckle and kiss his nose.
As we play with Jansen's hands and feet, we hear the nurse and Magnus come in. Magnus holds him as we write out the birth certificate. Jansen William Wayland was born on June 16th, 2013, to parents Clary Adele Fray Wayland, and Jace Christopher Wayland. We both sign the document and hand it over to the nurse to do whatever with. I don't care, I just want my baby boy.
Magnus teaches Clary how to feed him, but he keeps refusing, so Magnus tries bottle feeding which he catches onto quickly. "That makes it easier, now Jace can take care of him and not have to hand him off for feeding. It's also very common, so no worries." Magnus explains.
I smile, and take Jansen and the bottle and feed him. He eats happily and afterwards he sighs contently, pushing the bottle away with his covered hands. I bring him to my chest after he belches, and he falls asleep quickly, his little breaths slowing down. Clary smiles and takes a picture with her phone. She shows me and I see my sons scrunched up face towards the camera and my own smiling widely. She leans on my shoulder and traces his soft face, smoothing out the same wrinkles I sometimes get while I sleep. "He's so much like you. It's exactly what I wanted." She says.
I smile. "It's what I wanted too." I reply, earning a slap to the shoulder. "I would have killed for some green eyes as well." I reassure her.
She giggles, and looks back down at Jansen. He's perfect. I notice the faint splatter of freckles that dot Jansen's chubby cheeks, and I can't contain a grin. "He'll be a heart breaker, just like his momma." I say to no one in particular.
That night we come home with Jansen in his specially made Wayland number 1 onsie and his white booties, mittens, and beanie. Jace insisted that I sit in the back with the car seat and keep an eye on 'J-man'. By the time we get home it's seven in the evening and Izzy storms down the stairs with Simon on her heels. Jace gets out of the car, and Izzy doesn't see me in the back. "Jace Wayland you are completely irresponsible. I called you at one today and you were already on a call. I called back at three and four and you were still 'busy'! I'm freaking out you bastard! Clary isn't anywhere to be found and I'm really worried. If you had gotten your stupid ass off that phone and listened to me we, would have found Clar…" She cuts off all of a sudden and her eyes widen.
Jace pulls Jansen's carrier out of the car and turns on a shocked Izzy and a grinning Simon. "I'd appreciate if you would watch your mouth around my son." He says simply and walks around the car to open my door. He leads me up to our apartment with a flabbergasted Izzy behind us.
"Wait, wait, god damn it Jace Christopher stop it right now!" Izzy yells pounding up the stairs after us.
Jace turns to me and hands me the carrier. "Take him inside and put him in the crib. I'll handle Izzy in the living room." He says.
From inside the nursery I hear Jace retelling Izzy the story of our day. I walk back in the living room to find Izzy smiling broadly at me, her arms tightly woven around Jace's neck. "Congrats you guys! I'm so sorry about blowing up, but you can't blame a girl for worrying about her brother and best friend." She says.
They stick around and chat before Izzy stands up and group hugs Jace and me. "Well we got to run. Bye Mommy and Daddy!" she squeals as she shuts the door behind her.
The door closes sort of hard and we hear a soft cry follow the bang. Jace and I make our way into the nursery and Jace picks up Jansen, his little face flustered with tears. Jace cradles him into his chest, kissing his head softly, and rubbing his back. He's whispering to him softly, as his son falls asleep on his chest.
I grin and snap a picture of the two of them. I smile. Jace could have left me instead of facing the problem and raising his son. But he chose to stay with me and help me. I go over and wrap my arms around his waist, dipping my hand under his athletic shorts and boxers, and placing my hand on his bare hip bone. "I love you so much." I whisper against his shoulder blade.
Jace shivers and sets a sleeping Jansen into his crib. He turns to me. "Don't do that when I'm holding him. I might accidentally drop him." He shivers again, and grasps my hips firmly. He runs his lips up and down my neck and stops at my ear. "In exactly one year, I start practicing with the Giants. In one year, we're moving back home as a family." He whispers.
I hum in agreement. "Couldn't be more perfect," I murmur back, and nibble on his ear lobe. "I still think your ears are the best part of your body." I giggle.
He smiles and runs his thumbs over my nose and cheeks. "I think mine is your freckles," he trails his hand up and through my hair. "Or your curls," he runs his hands down my arms erupting shivers out of me. He stops and grabs my hands. "Or your hands," he whispers. His hands follow their paths up to my neck. His lips hover over mine. "But most definitely, the best feeling in the world is your kisses." He breathes and presses his minty, cold flushed, chapped lips to mine.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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