AN: Sooooo sorry that it's been such a long time since my last review. I've kinda been in and out of a writer's block. Plus, my computer broke so that hasn't been much help. But I got a new one! So yay, update. You guys' reviews have been so lovely to read. So keep that up! Reading them all motivated me to write a chapter today, thank you.

Anyways, here ya go, another chapter of The Captor.

"Just a few more weeks, Clary."

She could barely suppress a groan.

"A few more weeks? Sebastian, do you know how horrible it is to not take a stroll without worrying for your child's well being?" She lifted her eyes just in time to glimpse his brown ones rolling. "She's so active in there as if she's bored too." Clary whispered, the corner of her lips turning downward.

"Hey, you." His fingers curled around her chin so that she could gaze at him. "Do you know how amazing of a woman I see you as? You're sacrificing so much for her. Your own safety. Happiness-"

Clary started. "Well it's not as though-"

Sebastian cut her off just as she'd done him. "I know you love her, Clary. I'd even be fine with you not, but seeing you put on a brave face for those horrible doctors visits, and watching you flinch at any noise behind you…" Something changed in his tone. She couldn't exactly pin point it out, but his words began to drag and drop in volume.

"What? What is it?"

The tips of his fingers massaged the curve of her jaw. A hottness against ice. It was almost uncomfortable how he could warm her. Like a humid day in a long sleeved shirt. "You're going to be a great mother." He declared. She thought of her own mother. What was Jocelyn doing? Was she caring for Grayson, or had he already grown independant of her. It was days like these, days where she had nothing to do but lie around the apartment, that made her want to call up her mother.

"You think so?" The desperation in her question was nearly impossible to miss. What if the baby hated her? Sure, it sounded like nonsense, but…

"I know so." A smile stretched her cheeks, moving his fingers to tangle in her red curls. Would the baby have her hair? He put his hand on her stomach. It skimmed her swollen abdomen as if she were a globe. Her daughter remained stationary. A statue. "She sleeping?" Sebastian asked.

"I think so." Clary lied. The baby would be up and moving when she heard His voice.

Sebastian gave a little sigh, picking up his suitcase for his departure. "All right. You'll call me if you need anything, right?" She nearly rolled her eyes as she gave a quiet response. "Okay then. Don't move around too much, and take your vitamins." Again, her eyes rolled as she took his unnecessary commands. He kissed her cheek. Mouth skimming her lips, and then he was out the apartment door and into the outside world.

Clary massaged her stomach, snorting when the baby made soft movements inside the womb. "You know, you don't have to start rebelling against him until you're a teenager." The baby kicking at her mother's hand, refuting the command. Just a few more weeks.

"Can you stop trying to scare me?!" She yelled out in the apartment. Moments passed before barely-noticeable footsteps began to approach her. Why was he so dramatic with his entrances? Clary turned, facing the blond as he flashed her a smirk.

Jace squinted his eyes, though she could tell that they were full of warmth and love as he stared at her. "How could you tell I was here? Was I not quiet enough?" He questioned.

Clary shook her head. "I'll always find you, Jace. You can't hide from me."

He laughed.

"I guess you'll be saying that to the baby, since she's such a rebel." He teased. His hand touched her stomach where his daughter was learning to become one of the world's greatest soccer players. "Isn't that right?" His face lowered to where his hands were placed.

"Yes. Just like her father." Jace scoffed against her, though not able to turn his eyes away from where his daughter was growing. "And may God help us both if she looks like you?" Clary added.

Jace appeared insulted. "What? You don't think she's going to look good with my blond hair and golden eyes?" Clary shook her head, winding her fingers into his hair as he felt the baby.

"You don't see it, do you? How absolutely easy it is for you to take my breath away? If our daughter were to have that same quality… well, it'd be a lot easier for her to get her way. She wouldn't have to rebell if she were to win everyone over! Neither man, woman, or beast will be able to resist her appearance."

His eyes darkened. "We'll just keep her home until she's thirty. See? No biggy." Clary smacked the side of his head.

"Don't you remember how she was created?" She guffawed. His eyes darkened some more as he stood up.

"Of course." His words were light. Weightless. Scattering across her face and absorbing into her ears. Her green eyes stared into his. She remembered this look. He seemed to have given her this same gaze when the baby was conceived. His lips neared hers, parting and tongue darting out to dampen the impact.

She locked her teeth together, air whistling through and making an audible hiss. "Ouch." Her hands began to massage her stomach, easing the pain out. As if doing so were to cause a reaction, pool of fluid makes itself known between her legs. Looking down, a gathering of water has reflected the scenery.

"What is it?" Jace asks with growing concern.

"Do you… do you not see that?" She gasped.

"What?" Jace questions again, this time with great urgency. "What are you talking about?!"

Clary gestured towards the dampness in her leggings. Immediately, his hands are on her stomach, pushing her own back. A few words sputter out of his thinned out lips.

"Is that- does that mean-"

"Yes." Her sentence is a mixture between happiness and fright. "You want to see daddy that badly?" Clary choked out. Jace, however, isn't sharing her amusement. His feet begin to walk backward, towards the nursery. "Where are you going?" She called out after him. He had already sprinted back by the time her words leave her mouth. There's a diaper bag in his hand, looking crammed with the basic necessities of their daughter.

"We're going. We have to leave now, while you still can walk." He urged.

"What are you talking about?" All humor is gone as she stares at him from across the room. "I need to call Sebastian… I need to tell my family and friends the baby is coming!" She insisted.

Jace shook his head. "No, no. We can't let anyone know that the baby is on her way. Doing so would jeopardize her safety." The look he gives her is no longer of lust. It is of worry, just like his expression.

"You're insane." Her eyes aren't able to stop tears from pouring over. Don't leave.

"That little girl you're carrying is just as much mine as she is yours. Everything, and I mean everything I've done has been to protect her. Had I known that… that she'd have enemies before being born would I have done nothing to send you away." Jace swore.

"So was this your plan when you came back? To take our daughter with you? Or did you decide that the first time she kicked you?"

"Don't you think I would have thought this through? This is my child! I've put my own life behind hers!"

"And mine? Am I supposed to return to some basement and raise her?!" She spat in both physical and emotional pain.

His hands clenched the handles of the bags he was carrying. "No."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

His gaze dipped, falling to the wooden floor. It traveled around the room, along the leather couches and coffee table. She'd nearly yelled again before his eyes returned to hers, a piercing amber.

"Run with me."

AN: So what do you guys think? Should she run with him, or stay? (Sorry if my writing isn't so up to par)

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