JPOV
I stood there motionless, trying to process what Clary had just told me. The water was still running down both our bodies. My eyes kept trailing her body. God, she's beautiful. Stop it, you got bigger things to think about right now. Valentine wanted her to bare him an heir, my kid or his. Did I want kids this early in life? Hell no.
My eyes wondered over Clary again, I noticed how the worry in her eyes grew. Was she scared I would leave her? I wrapped my arms around her. She opened her mouth to speak. "Shh, let me think." She closed her mouth without uttering a word, but threw her arms around me and hugged me as close as she could. I stroked her hair while I thought things over. The water was starting to get cold. "Come on, let's get dressed." She opened her mouth again to speak, but closed it and just nodded. We stepped out of the shower, dried off and got dressed.
Clary seemed afraid to even touch me now. I currently couldn't look at her, I needed time to think this over. "Please, tell me what you're thinking." Her voice cut through my thoughts. I didn't know what I was thinking, I was filled with such confusion. I could be becoming a father, or my girlfriend could be forced upon and forced to carry her own brother. I needed more time to think. "I just.. need some time, I'll be in my own room." I limbed towards the door separating us.
CPOV
I watched Jace limb to his own room. I waited till the door was closed behind him before breaking down and crying. He was going to leave me. I kept repeating it to myself. I'm losing the man I love. I balled up on the bed. I even missed it when Valentine walked in.
I felt someone stroking my hair, but it wasn't the same. I tensed up and sat up. "Clarissa, why are you crying?" I glared at the man. "Why do you care?" He pulled his hand back and set it in his lap. He had sit down next to me on my huge bed, a little too close to my liking. "Well you are my daughter. I might not believe in love, after your mother, but that doesn't mean I don't want the best for you." I glared at him even more. He was talking about wanting the best for me, but kept me prisoner in my room? He took me away from my Mom and Dad, Luke.
"I realize I have been a little strict with you. I just needed to make sure you'd be obedient enough. Where is Jace by the way?" His eyes wondered about the room, as if expecting him to be in a corner somewhere, pretending he didn't know what Jace had said half an hour ago. I didn't say anything.
"Anyways, I've decided that you can walk freely on this floor. You should be able to find anything you need. There's an intercom in the kitchen, down the hall if you need anything, feel free to buzz the staff. And I guess Jace too." I was free on a floor, maybe the device was here somewhere. Not that I would care if Jace decided he didn't want me anymore. Valentine left me alone, for once not locking the door behind him.
IPOV
I walked into the police station like I owned the place. There was a lady sitting behind a desk, in what I suppose would be the 'welcoming' area. She looked up. "Miss, can I help you?" I didn't even pause and just continued walking towards the doors slightly to her left. "Miss, you cannot go in there!" I heard her yell after me as I pushed through the doors. I looked around.
To my left there were clearly bathrooms, to my right was a door with 'Chief' on it. I figured it would be best not to barge in there. At the end of the hall I saw an area that was behind a glass wall and glass door. People were running around there. I walked towards it, took a breath and pushed through that door as well. I looked around to see if I could see any of the police men that were at the house.
I spotted one and strut over there. I tapped his shoulder. "Miss, you shouldn't be here." I glared at him. "I'm here to help look for my brother and best friend. You were at our house yesterday." I saw realization in his eyes as to who I was.
"Well miss Lightwood, there's nothing you can do." "I refuse to do nothing, my brother and best friend could very well be in trouble. I need to help!" I shouted the end. People turned to stare at us. I dropped my voice. "Please, let me help. I need to help." The man seemed to think for a while before speaking. "Wait here, I'll go talk to the Chief."
He ran down the hall towards the Chief. I sat down at his desk, or what I assumed to be his desk. I took out my phone and watched the pictures I had taken of them at Christmas. It didn't take long and the police man came back, and behind him was a burly men with a big black moustache.
They strode over and looked me over. "Miss?" I looked at the Chief. "There really isn't anything you can do." I glared at him. "Fine, I'll go drive around looking for them myself." I started making my way to the door. I felt someone grip my arm and yank me to a stop.
"Please Miss Lightwood, that's dangerous." The Chief looked at me like I was a sight to see, but respect was clear on his face. "Smith! Let the young lady help. I believe she'll be persistent enough to sort through all the possible reports of sightings." The Chief walked away.
The man, Smith, led me to a room in the back. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Jonah Smith. I'll explain quickly how this is done." He gave me an explanation and then showed me to a desk, next to other people sorting through papers.
JPOV
For hours the same questions kept going through my mind. What was I supposed to do? Knock her up on purpose? We were too young. My brain kept giving me that reply. I tried again. Would I want a family? Maybe, yes, no. I don't know. That wasn't helpful either. I had never thought about starting a family. Ok, another way to approach it then. Would Clary want children? Yes, probably, someday. She'd be a great Mom. I tried picturing her kids.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, which was harder to do now, seeing her tummy had swollen with the child within her. I smiled at her, kissed her cheek. I looked forward to a swing set. There was a little girl there, with fiery red hair, just like her Momma. "Daddy! Come push me!" The little girl demanded in her high voice. I chuckled. "Guess I better go give in." Clary smiled at me. As I strode over to push the girl on the swing.
The little girl had looked so much like Clary, except for the eyes. Yes, Clary would want children. I had made up my mind.
CPOV
I couldn't stay in this room any longer. Jace was still thinking, and I wasn't sure that was a positive thing for me. So I slipped out of the room and into the hallway. The first thing I noticed was a door, where there wasn't one before. Right before where the stairs were.
Right, of course he wouldn't leave us with the option to go down the stairs. I sighed and looked around. I found the kitchen easily, at the end of the hall and snooped around the cupboards and fridge. I found all the ingredients I needed to make spaghetti. So trying to clear my mind. I made enough spaghetti for ten people.
I set the table for two. Jace might still be thinking, he might not want me anymore. He might leave me. But I loved him and I wasn't going to let him starve. After everything was ready and the table set. I went back to my bedroom and knocked on the door separating me and Jace.
JPOV
Someone knocked on my door, well not exactly, on the door separating my room from Clary's. I had made my decision a little while ago, but I hadn't been able to move yet. My decision still scared me. How would Clary take it? I missed my Angel, yet I hadn't been able to move and go to her, see her, talk to her.
It took me a while to get my feet to cooperate and move to the door. I opened it and there she was. The first thing I noticed were the tear tracks on her cheeks and the red puffy eyes. She had been crying? Right, I had been in here for hours. What was she thinking? That I would leave her?
"Umm, I made us dinner." I raised my eyebrow. "In your room?" She shook her head. "We're free to walk around this floor now." She turned and walked to her bedroom door towards the hall. "You coming?" She yelled over her shoulder. I followed her to the end of the hallway and into a kitchen.
CPOV
We ate in silence. I really wished he would say something. He cleared the table after we were done and started washing the dishes. I just sat there, trying not to cry. All this silence couldn't be good. He didn't want me anymore. I quietly started sobbing and put my head in my hands.
Soon there were hands trying to pry my hands from my head. I wouldn't budge, I didn't want him to reject me, so I stayed. "Clary, please. Let me see your eyes." I shook my head refusing to let go. I felt a kiss being pressed to my hair. "Please, let go, Angel."
I was shocked long enough for him to pry my hands from my head, but I still refused to meet his gaze. He lifted my head with his finger, but I squeezed my eyes shut so he wouldn't see. "Please, Angel, don't cry." I felt him wipe the tears from my cheeks. "Angel, look at me." I shook my head again. "Look at me." His tone was firmer now, demanding I look at him.
I slowly opened one eye, peeking at what emotion was displayed on his face. Concern. That didn't make sense, he was leaving me, wasn't he? I opened my other eye too. He gently held my face in his hands. "Clary, I'm not leaving you." I gasped.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist, pulling me up with him. He lifted me by my ass and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried us like this to my bedroom. I felt my back hit a mattress, before I realized what had happened.
We both crawled up the mattress. When we finally broke apart I heard him whisper something into my skin as he nuzzled his head in my neck. "Never leaving you." I smiled. Then he pulled back, his eyes boring into mine. "If you're having kids, they're mine."
He attacked my lips again. Clothes were thrown all over the room, and I couldn't care less where they ended up or if they were still in one piece. All that mattered was Jace and me. His touch, his lips, him. I crept closer to him, not wanting an inch between us. We didn't have sex, but it felt great to just feel his naked skin on mine. I was too exhausted and I fell asleep soon in his embrace.
IPOV
I went through a hell of a lot of papers, all sightings. Or so called sightings. In general the descriptions fit. A blonde male, with a redhead, the redhead shorter than the male. Then the specifics threw it off, either the blonde male was buff and a bodybuilder type. Ok Jace was muscled, but not that muscled. Then the redhead would be busty and very curvy, that so is not Clary. Clary was petite and had small curves.
I was getting frustrated, none of these fit my brother and best friend. I got home late, going through as many sightings as possible. Someone has to have seen either of them. I drifted off to sleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.
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