Oh my gosh! The DM spam is real! Thanks so much guys for the overwhelming support, I'm so sorry for not updating! around the time of the last part to chapter one, I became really busy with college and moving. Finally got round to sitting down and writing. I mean, its two in the morning, but thats not the point, right? So reading back on my old writing and ahh the cringe! Also the spelling mistakes were killing me, literally K-I-L-L-I-N-G me. Hopefully this is better! do enjoy chapter two, I've been trying to make scenes a bit longer with more adjectives and detail so do let me know what you think!
-MK(me)
Jace POV:
The next couple weeks were difficult. The first couple of days seemed to go fine, almost eerily normal. Jace sensed she was holding back her feelings, he felt that the others sensed it too. Everyone tried to act normal, not bringing up anything sensitive unless she did first. Honestly, the first morning was shocking enough. The night before, Jace had left Clary on his bed eating, while he had gone to take a shower. When he got back however, lying in crumpled sleeping heaps, Clary was curled up. It appeared that she had been crying, due to the tear-stained sheets and sticky cheeks. He then quickly scrubbed his head in a towel, which he disposed on a rail in the bathroom. He then scooped up the remainders of the scraps of food and wandered off to the kitchen to deposit them on the counter, he would deal with that in the morning. He then returned to find Clary in a completely different position; on her back, head rolled back aswell, snoring. He stifled back a laugh. Instead, he managed to choke on his spit. Suddenly she stirred. "J-Jace?" she murmured. He padded over to her and bent over her small form. "Shhh, carry on sleeping" he whispered. She moaned as if to protest but abruptly stopped short and then continued to snore. Jace smiled and scooped her up. He then carefully deposited her on the opposite side of the bed to where he slept. Then finally after climbing in himself and pulling the covers over them, very slowly so he wouldn't wake her, he turned of his bedside light and fell asleep to the eventual soft noise of her breaths. When he finally stirred to light flashing through the curtain gaps like a torch shining through a water drain and the faint sounds of birds chirping, he opened his eyes. It took him a second to notice no eyes were meeting his and he quickly sat up. He looked around his most irritably messy room, he would have to sort it out later. To his dismay, his red-head was no where to be seen. He slipped out of bed and checked the time.
The time on the display read, 4:16 AM. What was she doing up?
He carefully pattered his way to the door, being a shadowhunter, since pretty much birth they were trained in stealth. He opened his door out into the hallway and listened, no noise, nothing at all. That's odd, he thought to himself and started to look for CLarrisa. His first instinct was the library because she loves it there, to his slight annoyance, she wasn't there. He then checked the training room, nope, not there either. Where else would she go? Maybe she went to her mothers, though surely she would leave a note, right? Think Jace think, he told himself, where would she go? Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. On impulse, he grabbed the closet thing available, a Seraph blade and headed towards the sound. Gripping the sword tighly, he quickly slipped into the kitchen to hear a sudden shriek and a stool falling over. "Jace, you scared me!" Clary yelped. After calming down from the sudden shock, he replied "Jesus clary, I could have killed you" he scolded "Are you okay?" he went to help her up. "Im fine, don't bother yourself" she reassured, if it wasn't for the massive gash on her left arm. "You look fine" he muttered. "Don't be silly, a quick iratze and it will be gone within seconds" she soothed, while beaming up at him. "you sure?" she just nodded in reply. "What are you doing in here anyway?" he questioned, eye-ing her suspiciously. "I was hungry, I say I was because after being almost decapited I seem to have lost my appetite" she mused. "Not funny and you were hungry at 4 in the morning?" he asked. "Wait-What?" she picked up "What are you doing up so early silly? Go back to bed, don't worry about me" she said as she scooped up a familiar tub of ice cream from the floor. "Few, hasn't spilt" she beamed and returned herself to the now put back up stool. He wandered over to her and slipped his arms around her body. "That happens to be my icecream you've got there" he whispered seductively into her ear. That stopped her. "Jace herondale and icecream? Ive missed a lot. Since when did you eat a substance containing sugar?" she asked, turning to look into his eyes. He avoided the question which she was obviously implying and simply said "Izzy bought it for me, I wasn't going to waste it, was I?" He replied. "okay" She didn't sound convinced but didn't press on either. He waited for her to finish her icecream and the picked her up from the stool bridal style "JACE!" she shrieked. He giggled but stopped himself "shhh people or sleeping" he scolded. She put on her serious face which only lasted a few seconds before cracking into a large grin, that got him going. She ubrubtly shoved one hand against her mouth and then one against his, naturally, he licked it. She looked up at him and glared accusingly "Your gross" was all she said. "Arnt you so lucky" I smirked. She rolled her eyes but partially fluttered them closed and then open again. He took this as a cue of tiredness and carried her to his room, quickly applied an irate before falling asleep in a cuddled mess. This time waking up, he was met with large bright, emerald green eyes. "Morning beautiful" he smiled as his mouth met hers. She wriggled closer into his arms until suddenly she squirmed away, got up out of the bed, rushed to the bathroom and shut the door. He responded just as quickly, got out of bed and perched next to the door. He then bent down and talked to her through the gap of the door. "You okay?" He called. "im fine its just-" she cut off, "You want me to come in?" and then regretted it straight away, what a stupid thing to say, now she was probably uncomfortable. Suprisingly she answered "Would you? Please" she beckoned, sounding slightly distressed. Worried, he awkwardly slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He turned round to see the events that had unfolded infront of him. There was blood everywhere, literally. All over the toilet, the seat, and then a long line, the sort of line you might get from dragging a dead body(not that he knew of course) leading to a small pile of orange curls hunched against the wall. "Oh, god-Clary, are you okay?" who was he kidding? Of course she wasn't okay. "Do you need pads, or I could get Iz?" he asked, trying to sound as comforting as possibly. "n-no, its okay, I know im all bloody, oh Jace I got blood everywhere, im sorry" she sniffles. "Hey, hey its okay" he sooths "what do you need?". "C-could you hold me?" she asks, looking up at him. Instead of replying he walks over and sits next to her, pulling her onto him, ignoring the blood. He kisses her cheek effectionatly. "whats wrong Clare-bear?" he asks. "Its not my period, its-"her voice falters. "Hey, you can tell me, im here" he gets her to look into his eyes to show her its okay. "After flow, from miscarriage" she says, simply. That's when the tears really start to flow, after the realistion setting in her face after she said it. He replies but holding her tighter in his arms and rocking her calmly back and forth for what seemed like hours.
So, hope you guys liked that, let me know what you think! was the afterbirth miscarriage huge amount of blood thing okay? I did a little research but wasn't sure, let me know on your thoughts! If you guys could like I would really appreciate! make sure you turn on story updates because there are more parts to follow! Thanks for reading, bai!