Clary awoke a few hours later in the warmth of Jace's arms. She tried to close her eyes but she felt wide awake. She carefully sat up and walked to the window. The morning mist was covering the fields giving them an ethereal look. Her stomach growled intruding on her lovely thought.
She went downstairs and looked in the refrigerator. Just as Jace had said it was well stocked. She pulled out some eggs and bacon and placed them on the counter. She brought out the juice and the can of coffee that Luke insisted tasted better if he kept it refrigerated. She never saw the difference in it, but it made him happy so she and Jocelyn went along with it.
After she put the juice and coffee on the counter she went about getting bread and the other items she would need to make breakfast. She turned on the stove and as the gas hissed and lit into fire she was hit by a wave of nausea. She ran to the bathroom that Luke built under the staircase and fell to her knees heaving and emptied the meager contents of her stomach into it. She remained still for several minutes after it was over taking deep breaths, trying to calm her shaking body.
"Clary?" Jace's voice called upstairs.
She pushed herself upright and flushed the toilet. Then she pulled out several of the tissue out of the box on top of the toilet and wiped her eyes and mouth. After she was sure her face was clean she opened the cabinet and took out the mouthwash. By the time she'd washed the revolting taste from her mouth, she heard Jace in the kitchen.
"Clary?" He called again.
"I'm in the bathroom. I'll be right there." She called back.
By the time she'd finished her last word, Jace was there putting his arms around her. "Morning sicknes?" He asked.
She nodded. "This pregnancy is sure taking its toll on my body."
"From what I've read it goes away after the third month, by then all the hormones are kind of balanced out." Jace offered. "Come on, I'll make you something to eat. How about some toast and tea?"
"All right," she agreed.
Clary nibbled on her toast as she watched Jace expertly crack the eggs into the pan. He flipped them without using a spatula in a single flick of his wrist. Then he put the bacon in the pan. It filled the kitchen with a warm, salty, smell. Clary's mouth watered, she loved bacon. She also knew if she ate it, she would be sick again.
Jace brought his plate over to where she was sitting. He smiled at her. "Are you sure you don't want any?" He asked looking guilty.
"No it would be a bad idea." Clary answered. "I'm going to go up and take a shower and get dressed."
Jace nodded. "All right, I'll finish and clean up. Maia and Bat should be here by then."
Clary eyed him suspiciously. "Maia and Bat?"
He nodded. "They're going to show us where it happened."