A/N: I am not a crazy Cracker Barrel fan or anything I just wanted them to eat some fried chicken, and it was the first place I thought of. I was too lazy to make something up.
We walked into Cracker Barrel, looking extremely overdressed. I was in a black evening gown, while Jace was wearing a tux with an untied bow tie. I had wiped off my make up in the car, wishing that I had a change of clothes. It was late, so thankfully Cracker Barrel was mostly abandoned. We walked up to the hostess, who recognized us. "Senator Herondale, um, what can I do for you?" She seemed a bit flustered.
"Can we have a table? Preferably one away from prying eyes." He slid her a twenty, and I rolled my eyes. We are at a Cracker Barrel in the middle of the night. You don't need to slide her a twenty.
"Right this way." She gathered two menus, stuffing the twenty in her pocket. She sat us in the front corner, where no one else was. There was a small candle flickering on the table, making the situation seem a little bit more intimate. I skimmed the menu, while we sat in silence. Neither of us was sure of what to say. We ordered drinks, still sitting quietly, as we starred at one another. I twirled the straw in my glass, glancing away from him, when thoughts of him sleeping with Aline came to my mine. He wants me. He loves me. She means nothing to him. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, repeating those phrases in my brain. Everything he has done over the last three months has showed that he loves me, but I can't help doubting it. I feel like I'm being ridiculous right now. I open my eyes to look at him again. I begin memorizing his features. Since we had gone out tonight, his hair was a little more styled? It made him look older, which was probably good for his campaign, but it made me realize that we were getting older. His eyes were bright Amber as always, looking deep into mine. Crow's feet were beginning to peek out by his eyes. I'll have to get him some moisturizer for that because that can be prevented.
"I know you probably don't want to talk about this right now, but it doesn't hurt to try." He leaned against the table, gently stopping my fingers from playing with my glass. "Clary, I love you, and I want to have a baby with you. Can we please talk about it now?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." I nodded, sipping my soda.
"Really? I had a whole speech." He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Why are you so hesitant about it? You said you want one." He asked full of confusion.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "It just feels like a huge step." I sighed, taking a deep breath. "I know we've been married for 6 months, and I know I said I won't leave, and I know I said I want one, but there's this nagging sensation in the back of my mind that says doing this right now is a bad idea. Everything we've have done has been done completely differently than it should have, and we've both cheated, and lied, and all these feelings we have now are so new. I just feel like waiting a little longer might be a better idea." I rambled, taking a big gulp of soda, and I wished it was wine.
"Clary, the whole point of having a baby is to get closer." He held his hand out to me. "We can make a family. I have never had a family before, even when I was adopted by your father. I've never wanted one before, but now I do." I slipped my hand into his, feeling my chest fill up with nerves. He's never said these kinds of things before. "I love you. I want to be able to escape my world of politics, and play with our baby or spend the weekend as a family." His thumb grazed over my knuckles, as he spoke softly to me.
"If you lose the election, we are going to have to buy a new house, I might have to start working again, or-" I paused, seeing the look in his eyes. He already figured it all out.
"I'm a minimalist with a large trust fund and decent salary. We can move to the suburbs of DC, maybe I can try to run for governor of New York in two years, and we can move back home by your mother maybe." He smiled faintly, trying to gage my reaction.
"Wow, you've really thought about this." I was exasperated at the thought he had put into this. Our conversation was interrupted by the waiter, making me huff in annoyance.
"Are you two ready to order?" The teenager asked.
"I'll have the fried chicken meal with fries and Mac and Cheese." I handed her my menu.
"I'll have the same." Jace responded, and I realized he never looked at the menu. He was going to ask me the question the second we walked into the restaurant, and was planning his approach. I internally scoffed, taking another drink of my soda.
"It'll be ready in about twenty minutes." She grinned, writing it down on her note pad, as she walked off.
"Where were we?" He turned his eyes back to me.
"Moving to New York to live by my mother." I grinned at him.
"Yes, then you could start working again if you wanted, and your mom could help us if we needed her." He scanned my face with his lips curled up.
"Ok." How could I say no? There was no way I could possibly say that we shouldn't have a baby right now. Honestly, I could see him being a great father.
"Ok?" His face lit up.
"Yeah, ok." I nodded. He got up from his chair, and walked over to me. He grabbed my cheeks, placing a firm kiss against my lips. I giggled between our mouths, putting my hands over his, as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, which made me pull away. "We are still in a public." I laughed, wiping my lips off.
"Sorry." He chuckled, kneeling at my feet. "I love you so much." His hand held my neck, directing me into another kiss. I didn't pull away this time because it was very chaste and innocent feeling. "I have to go to the bathroom, but I'll be right back." He pecked my lips once more before standing up.
"Don't tell me you're gonna..." I glanced down again his crotch.
"No, that would practically defeat the entire purpose of the conversation we just had." He exclaimed quietly to keep from people looking. "I have to pee." He laughed, making his way to the bathroom. I covered my mouth trying to not make my snickers too loud from my comment. Our food arrived at the table, and I dug in. This fried chicken is soo good. Jace came back, plopping into the chair. "Wow this is a lot of food." He widened his eyes, grabbing his fork.
"Yes and it makes marvelous left overs." I swallowed a large bit, chugging the last of my soda.
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The second the door to our hotel room was shut, his mouth was on mine, tangling our lips together slowly. I whimpered against his lips, as his hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. My heart was hammering in my chest thinking about where this us leading. We've done this dozens of times, but this time it's leading to a different end. He was trying to get my pregnant. My stomach churned at the idea. What if we can't do this? Suddenly my mind was thinking of when my last cycle was, and if I was actually ovulating right now. He reached around my back, unzipping my gown. It tumbled around my ankles, as picked me up bridal style. I squeaked, holding onto his neck. He chuckled, lying me down on the bed. He was in dressing himself, studying me with his eyes. I hate it when he does this some time because I'm still not quite used to being naked in front of him, even though I have done it multiple times. His shirt was off revealing his tattoos, and then his pants were on the ground. He crawled over me, kissing up my legs, to my stomach, and up under my neck. My body went tense thinking about how I might be pregnant after this. Again I tried to think of the last time I started, but I came up short. My gut dropped, making my stomach fill was the unpleasant kind of butterflies. My mind switched over to actually being pregnant, and I'm going to have morning sickness, crazy hormones, and I'll have to go through the pain of labor.
"Are you ok?" He mumbled, pecking my lips gently. "You're thinking way too much." His thumb moved to the spot just above my nose. "See you have a crease right here." He whispered, pressing his lips to it lovingly. "What wrong?" He stroked my cheek, gazing into my eyes. Our chests were flushed against each other's, and my knees were pulled up on either side of hips.
"We're actually trying for a baby. Actively trying. It terrifies me." I took a deep breath in hopes to calm down.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." He assured me, trailing his fingers onto my throat, which made my skin tingle. "I can wait." His nose brushed against mine.
"No, no, no, I want this." I rubbed his ribs, feeling them underneath my fingers. "I'm going have to start peeing on sticks, and eating healthier, and-" He cut me off.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can just do what we've been doing without protection." He tucked some hair behind my each, weaving our lips together passionately. "Ok?" He murmured, spreading his hand along one of my thighs, and moved down to my butt.
"Ok." I nodded, scraping my nails gently against his skin.
"Good." He smiled, peppering kisses down my neck to my breast. He licked over the tattoo I got making my shiver. "I love that you got this." His eyes flicked up to mine. I giggled, dropping my head back on the pillow.
"I can't believe I got it. My mother is going to kill me." I snickered, ruffling my fingers into his hair, and tugged on the strands gently.
"Who says she has to find out?" His lips were tugged upwards, as he connected our lips again.
"Very true." I twirled the hair at the base of his neck. He kissed my heavily, spreading my legs slightly further.
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I was snuggled against his side late at night. Jace had a fallen asleep a few minutes ago, but sleep evaded me. I know it's bad that my mind drifted back him and Aline. I hate thinking about it. He wants to have a family with me, which he has never had before. I don't think he's ever really cared until now. I shook Jace awake, and he rolled on his side towards me. "What is it?" He pulled me to his chest sleepily.
"Can we renew our vows?" I looked up at him, resting my head on his chest.
"What?" He was now fully awake, propping us up onto the head board, so he wouldn't fall asleep again.
"We were robbed of our wedding day. It should have been a happy day, but it was so sad. I want a happy wedding. I don't want my lie to our baby, and say that our wedding was amazing and wonderful, when it wasn't. But our vow renewal could be what we talked about instead." I scratched his chest gently. "Don't you want that too?"
"Yeah, it's just a lot of people renew their vows before they get divorced. I don't know how good it will look." His fingers played with my hair, gazing down at me.
"We can keep it quiet. I don't want anything big. I never wanted a big wedding. I just want a wedding with the man I love." I explained, trailing my fingers along his torso. "Please do this for me." I plead, batting my eyelashes.
"Ok." He leaned down, brushing our lips together again, and he rolled over me. I eased my hands into hair, opening my mouth to him. I laughed, now excited for a baby and a joyful wedding.
A/N: People said they should have a baby for their own reason, which I am going to do. Someone said they didn't want the whole story to become about the pregnancy don't worry it won't. I honestly don't even know when I'll make it happen, but they are trying now. A few people said that she could be pregnant now, and that's why she wanted fried chicken. She is not pregnant right now. Sorry if I confused you.
I know what gender I want the baby to be, and honestly I already have the name decided. Clary probably won't be pregnant until a few chapters
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