Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was unstable, but I'm back now and I apologize for my absence.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments. I'm just dicking around.


Previously on Fatally Yours:

I sigh. "There's something we need to talk about."

"Uh oh." Says Jace. "That's never good. Are you sleeping with Sebby again?"

"No!" I spit venomously. "Why would you even..." I sigh, and try to pull my hand away from Jace's but he doesn't let go. "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just... I think I'm pregnant."

-Jace Wayland-

Pregnant. I got her pregnant. "Are you sure?" I whisper.

Clary shakes her head, and pushes dark red hair away from her eyes. "No. Maybe it's nothing, but I thought you should know... Just in case." She speaks quietly, looking up at the stars.

I let out a long breath, then stand up pulling Clary to her feet. "Let's go." I say.

"Where?"

I lead her to the ceiling hatch. It's still open from when we came up. "We have to tell Valentine. He'll get you a test. It's been long enough to take a test, right?"

Clary shrugs. "I think so."

I nod and climb down the ladder. I try to help Clary down, but she smacks my hand away. Silently, we walk down the stairs, through the hallway and up the stairs into the music room. I replace the key under the piano while Clary puts the rug back. Before we leave, I turn around to make sure everything is in order.

She sneaks sideways glances at me, but I have no idea what to say. I am not ready to be a father. I've never even changed a diaper before. I shake my head, pressing down hard on the call button in the back of the closet. I press down on it repeatedly until Clary puts her hand on my arm. She's always so warm. I want to pull her closer, bury myself in the heat. "I think he heard you by now." She whispers, tugging at my arm. I let her lead me out of the closet into our bedroom, and when she instructs me to sit down at the foot of the bed, I don't argue. I'm too stunned to do anything other than follow her instructions.

I'm losing my thoughts, as they twist together. I am falling apart. "Hello children. What do you need?" Valentine finally answers.

Clary flops down beside me. "Um..." She stalls. "We need to talk to you about something." I can feel her gaze on me, and I know she's uncomfortable doing the talking but I can't bring myself to speak.

"I'm listening."

Clary opens her mouth to say something, but no sound comes out. She looks to me for help. "Can we do this in person?" I suggest.

Valentine chuckles. "Yes. Meet me in the library."

-Clary Fray-

Valentine sinks into the overstuffed pastel armchair across from Jace and I. Both of us frown when Sebastian sits down beside him. "Does he have to be here for this?" Jace glares at Sebastian.

Sebastian smirks. "I am allowed to participate in any family discussion. Right father?" Family discussion?

Valentine nods. "What is this about?"

I look to Jace, hoping he will tell them, but he just smiles nervously at me. My eyes drift down to my hands, fidgeting with the hem of my t-shirt. "I think I might be pregnant." I blurt.

Valentine grins widely. "That's wonderful news! Congratulations, you two!" His enthusiasm doesn't surprise me. Sebastian's, however, does.

"Prefect."

Jace glares at him. "I don't think I'm ready to be a father..." He mutters.

Sebastian shrugs. "It could be mine."

I nearly choke. "No." Everyone bolts out of their seats.

"It better not be!" Valentine spits. "Clary, you can't have Sebastian's child."

"Why the fuck not?!" Sebastian growls.

"It isn't his." Jace states. He looks at me expectantly. I can feel his gaze on me. I avert my eyes, focusing on anything else. Sebastian is right. It technically could be his. I doubt it, but it's possible.

Sebastian chuckles. "See? It could be. I fucked her too, Wayland." He steps closer to us, and speaks in a hushed tone. "And she loved it."

"No." Valentine says firmly. "You can't have a child with Clary."

He whirls to look at his father. "Why the fuck not, father?" Anger shows in every aspect of him. The way his jaw is set firmly, and his tense shoulders. He scowls, as always.

"Because she's your sister!"

Nothing moves. Even breath is withheld. Sebastian's eyes lock fearlessly with mine. His lips tug up at the edges, and he actually laughs. "I don't have a sister. Mother died giving birth to me."

Valentine looks back and forth between Sebastian and I. "That was a lie." He admits, regret evident in his expression. "You have a brother and a sister. Clarissa and Jonathan. You and Jonathan are-"

"Twins." I interrupt. "I get it now. That why you look like him... Do you dye your hair?" I squint at him, looking for roots.

He lifts one eyebrow. "Yes, why?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, and close my eyes. "Because Jonathan has the same hair as... Valentine." I whisper his name, like it's a dark secret I don't want anyone to hear. Valentine is my father?

Valentine tsks. "Now, Clarissa. You may call me Father. I'll never understand today's youth, always insisting on disrespecting their parents by referring to them by their first names."

I shake my head furiously. "Luke Garroway is my father."

All the while, Jace has been silent. He speaks now. "Evidently not." He sidesteps, to be closer to me and places his hand on my lower back. Under his breath he whispers "Magnus was right about Jerry Springer." I don't ask what this means. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take my wife away from him." He says 'him' as if it's a very foul insult, shooting a look at Sebastian.

Valentine nods. "I will have someone bring a pregnancy test for you in the morning."

We skip over the goodbyes, and just return swiftly to our room. "Are you alright?" Jace steps toward me, cautiously. "Do you want to talk?"

I shake my head. "I don't even want to think about it right now."

"Alright." He says, approaching me. "What do you want to do?" Before I can even think of an answer, Jace lifts me onto the bed, his hands trickling across my stomach, lifting my shirt, touching softly at bare skin. His lips slide down my neck, sending a shock of electricity through me.

"Jace." I gasp his name. "What are you doing?"

He chuckles, struggling with the button on my jeans. "I'm trying to have sex with you." He states, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

I swallow hard, trying to forget the annoying nervous feeling you get in the pit of your stomach. "Why?"

"Because" Jace speaks between kisses at my neck and collar bone. "I want to." He pulls away from me, his eyes resting gently on mine. They've darkened to the color of the orange walls I have at home. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

I blink several times, and squeeze my hand closed too hard. My fingernails cut into my palm. The pain helps me think more clearly, somehow. I want to tell him to stop. I know he would, if I asked. I want to say I'm not ready for this, but that isn't what I do. Instead I whisper "I don't mind." I'm not sure why I said it, but it feels like the truth.

Jace grins. "Really?" His eyes harbor the surprise I imagine we're both feeling. I just lay there beneath him, as he smiles down at me. Maybe I should smile too, but my mouth remains in a straight line.

I sit up slightly, lifting my shirt over my head, and sink back into the pillow. Jace's eyes glide over my stomach, past my breasts and right to my eyes. "You are so beautiful." he bites his lip. "You blush everywhere." I feel his hand running over my stomach. He reaches around my back and pauses at the hooks of my bra. "You really don't mind? I mean, can I..." He trails off, still maintaining eye contact.

I breathe deeply, gathering my nerves. "Whatever you want." He doesn't hesitate, once he has my permission. I wonder briefly how he can unhook my bra with only one hand. I can't even do that.

He leans down, his lips pressing to my ear. "Anything I want?" His voice is husky, and he laughs when I tremble under his touch.

"That depends on what you want to do..." I say unevenly, while squirming when his hand slides down the front of my jeans. I gasp when he touches me. It makes him smile.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. He still smells like rain and oranges. "Take your shirt off."

Jace smirks, and tosses his shirt across the room. My eyes roam over his body, and when they reach his tawny eyes, I see that he's looking at me too. Jace pulls roughly at my jeans. "I want you, Clary. Like, now."

The remainder of our clothing lands in a pile on the floor. He positions himself between my legs, and we get lost in each other. I touch his chest nervously, and he groans into my mouth, pulling my body closer to his. We're running our hands through each others hair, over each others bodies until finally we're locking our fingers together.

With my free hand, I claw at the curvature of his spine, and kiss him deeply in hopes that maybe I can taste his thoughts. And I don't think he really wants me to be his, but in this moment I can pretend that he does.


I just figured out how to do that line. Isn't it spectacular?

Aw, the Clace. And the family secret is out.

This is my longest chapter in a long time. So, review maybe.

-IWriteNaked