A/N okay guys, review please? Thank you for 100 favourites! I wrote this in the Morrisonscar park
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Chapter 11 - Ultrasound?
After one hell of a make out session ... Like major, woah... I borrow a 'NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME' shirt of Jace and go panty-less in my jeans and size three converses. Jace helps me outside and for a minute, I think he might make me get on the motorbike with my crutches, but instead he heads round the back of the apartment to a car park I hadn't seen before. "You have a car too?" I say in astonishment, eyeing the black Audi curiously. "Foster parents a lawyers remember" he gives me that adorably cheek smile before opening the door for me, making sure I'm comfortable on the cushy lether seat before getting in the sleek stylish car pull out of the car park and are off down the road, past the parlour, when Jace pulls out a pack of ciggerettes, lighting one up at a red light.
"That shit is bad for you" I poke him in the side as he flicks the Ciggerette butt out of the window.
"It's a bad school habit" private boarding schools let you smoke?
"How long have you been smoking?" Funny how he never smells or tastes like an ashtray, to be honest if he's been inhaling tobacco for a couple of years.
"Since I was about 17" seeing my disapproving glare he adds " I know, I know, I need to kick the habit. It's only when I'm stressed though" he holds up his large golden hands defensively.
"Why are you stressed?" Was it something that I'd done?
"Clary, have you met your Dad?"
We pull up in front of my house and Jace cuts the engine and opens my door for me like a true gentleman before helping me over the gravel drive on my crutches as I dig around for my house keys to unlock the door.
"Clarissa?" My dad's voice sounds from the living room along with male voices and the sounding Sky Sports.
"Yeh, Jace is here too" I hobble into the living room on the hard wood flooring where Jon, my Dad, and to my surprise... Luke... are watching the football.
I thought Valentine hated him?
"What's going on in here?" Why would Luke be here?
"The game is on" is my only answer from Jon. "Hey man" he adds to Jace behind me.
"Hey" Jace says to Jon, nodding to my dad and politely greeting him with a "Mr Morgenstern".
"Luke this is Jace, my boyfriend, and Jace this is my Mum's work partner, Luke" I introduce the pair while ploping down on the empty sofa, feeling Jace's lean body sit next to me.
"Boyfriend, eh?" Luke joked "I remember when we all where convinced you and Simon would be married" my face flushes as Jace raises a perfect eyebrow at me.
"What do you work as Jace?" Luke asks curiously eyeing Jace in his ripped black jeans, red converse, black flat cap, and Dennis the menice style jumper. Even though he put a strain on my parents marraige, Luke has always been around when me a Jon where growing up so I almost see him as a second father... Almost.
"I've been a tattoo artist since I was 18 and graduated" Luke nods in approval before turning his attention back to the game.
Three goals later, the game is over and the rain is hammering down like crazy. "Mum is stuck in traffic so you'll have to get a lift to the hospital" Jon tells me while looking down at his phone, no doubt texting Izzy.
"I'll take you" Jace volunteers over the rim of his tea mug, messy hair sticking up under his cap. "Thanks, I'm getting the cast of today so I'll be able bodied again!" I put my arms up in a mini cheer... 'Coz crutches and casts suck butt, let's face it...
I hear Jace laugh as I waddle up the stairs to change my clothes. I keep Jace's lemon smelling shirt on even though it's a bit baggy, changing my jeans and putting fresh undies on, quickly french plaiting my frizeball of hair.
"Let's go" I call to Jace after saying goodbye to everyone. He helps me back into the car and we head to the hospital in silence, just the radio playing quitly until...
"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run,
Out run my gun!"
I'm startled by Jace's sudden singing... I say singing 'coz unlike Jon, Jace can actually sing. I quickly notice the song to be 'pumped up kicks' by foster the people... Before I'm bellowing along to it with Jace.
"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run,
Faster than my bullet!"
...
"Ultrasound?" The younge dumb nurse asked us, casually gesturing to my baggy t-shirt. WHAT! I am NOT pregnant!
"What!?" Stupid judgmental bitch clearly didn't see my cast... Or crutches for the matter, blind bat. I feel my face heat up with embarrassment as Jace explains that we're here to get my cast off.
"Bloody heck, imagine..." Jace says as we lean back in the squeaky plastic waiting room chairs. Truth be told, I can imagine it; my stomach slightly swollen, Jace bouncing his leg up and down in that nervousness habit of his, him leaning down to kiss me, large warm hands on my slightly rounded belly, where are own little perfect human would be growing...
"Clarissa Morgenstern" I'm startled out of my daydream by a plump middle aged nurse with slick black hair pulled tight into a bun atop of her head. Jace helps me stand and we follow the nurse down the white, clinical smelling corridors until we reach a room labeled ' '.
"So I just have to go to physiotherapy once every two weeks for three months" I tell my family and Jace as we eat dinner. Mum insisted on Jace eating after he dropped me back from the hospital. It felt absolutely amazing being able to walk properly again! No more bitchy crutch pains, yay!
"That's great darling. How was your day Val?..." I zone out of the usual dinner conversation, glancing at Jace in all his golden glory, curling hair swept behind his ear and flat cap. He catches me staring creepily and shoots me a wink before turning back to his Yorkshire puddings…
"See, my Dad is not that bad…" I nudge Jace on the arm lightly as we sit on my back door steps, leaning against the cold glass french doors. His warm arm is wrapped around my small shoulders and all I can smell is his scent of lemons and sunshine… leather from his jacket underlining it. I lean my head into the hard muscle his chest and I feel lips press a kiss into my hair lovingly.
"I think I might like good old Val more than you actually, Red" Jace jokes and slips his hand round my waist, resting his palm on my abdomen softly. I'm startled by the action but I don't pull away… mainly because its the beginning of October and Jace is warm… why is Britain so bloody cold?
"I'll watch out for any competion..." I laugh.
"In the waiting room-" he cut himself off, body turning slightly rigid.
"Yes?" The curious note in my voice urges him to continue. And he does.
"Could you see it? A future of ours?" Wha- oh great, that deaf receptionist has put allsorts in his head now! I can't say that I haven't been thinking the same thing though...
Ultrasound?
"Because I can't see myself with anyone else since you walked through the parlour door. I don't care that we're young or any of that bullshit because you are the only person I want to spend my life with, have kids with, grow old with... I just- I just want to if you feel that to?"
I look at him in genuine shock and after a moment, I see a look of hurt flash across his face. Before he can even wipe his expression clean, I'm grabbing him by the face and smashing our lips together in a seething hot kiss. I hear Jon wolf whistle from the kitchen window as I pull back, laughing breathily.
"Of course you perfect, beautiful, adorable man. I think I'm falling in love with you, remember... And Yeh, I can see a future for us... Though I'm pretty sure good old Val will castrate you if you got his baby girl pregnant" Jace laughs into my hair before kissing my head again...
And there, in the October wind, huddled against his warm hard body, I realised I wasn't falling in love with Jace... I already had fallen, and he most defiantly caught me.
"Awww... Don't think about fucking her just yet Mr Jonathan Christopher Lightwood Wayland Herondale or I'll kick your arse to Japan!" I flip my middle finger up at my arsehole brother sniggering at the kitchen window.
Way to ruin the moment, jerk face.