My dear little broccolis💚💚💚
~ So I just want to remind you something. Jace is a lawyer and a workaholic. I want you to remember that throughout the whole story. Not just now, but all the way until the end. I think I won't be able to emphasis enough on this. Remember how Jace said he did nothing for Clary when she went to London because his job was consuming him. Please keep that in mind. PLUS, I would like for you to pay attention to the number of times Clary says "right" throughout this chapters, and the ones that will follow.
~ Without further ado, let's read the chapter, now
Love, Mina💚💚💚
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PART 2
Chapter13: Netflix & Chill (2,8K)
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Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone
Rihanna - What Now
Evanescence - Together Again
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Clary's PoV
If there is one thing positive that I can notice as I am starting this new week, it is that Jordan is a life saviour. Juts by working with us over the past three days, he made my life a thousand times easier. I'm not saying that I have less work, because Christmas is coming, and well, I have even more work than I ever had. But it is easier with Jordan around. And with him around, I actually have some time to properly show stuff to Paolo. And now that we enter Christmas week, I feel that it won't be such a disaster after all. Especially since my baby had been brought back to me last Saturday.
It turns out that Jordan is very good with the pastries that need fluffy eggs. Meringues, macarons and such seem to have no secret to him. Which is good. I told him that I'd let him handle the zillion macarons and meringues while I'll deal with the cakes and gingerbread houses. I think Paolo can take care of the very few cupcakes I was asked. So yes, I think next week will be okay.
I can honestly say that my professional life is doing slightly better. Especially with Jordan's arrival (I feel like such a goodie girl to keep on talking about him, but he's really great). I wish I could say the same about my personal life. I mean, everything is fine with my parents who were delighted to have me ask them to come on Christmas Day at home. I'm seeing Seb tonight, and Kaelie is already planning a shopping day for us in January. She actually already made a map of which shop we are going to rob as she puts it. But that's it. I mean, I feel like I'm living on my own, single citizen among others.
I haven't seen Jace of the week. I mean, I know he comes back home every night, but it's almost always by the time I got up. And what's bugging me the most about this, is that he … I don't know, it's weird. I mean, we already had a couple of weeks like that where we wouldn't be able to see each other because of our crazy hours; but there's always been a time in the middle of that week when Jace would gently wake me up in the middle of the night to make love to me.
But here, nada. I'm not even sure he kisses me goodnight like he used to when he gets in our room and sees me sleeping. But that's probably me being paranoid, because I actually always wake up in his arms. He's probably just overwhelmed by work, right? I mean, I myself am swamped by work, and I don't have time to think of Jace when I'm at work.
And maybe I'm expecting too much of him. I mean, I probably just got used to him being so nice to me like sending me flowers every week, and dropping by unannounced before I went to London. I got used to having him around and always being so thoughtful towards me; and now, I'm just acting like a spoiled brat who doesn't have what she wants anymore.
I mean, what we have now with Jace is probably what every couple has in their relationship once it's stabilised. After all, we live together, we plan on building a life time together and we share many things. It's just that lately we didn't spent much time together. But this will all go away with Christmas Eve when I'll get to have him all by myself. It will be like this nasty week never occurred. And he'll finally tell me all about Aline and how they met and what they did this weekend when he was away on business trip with her. And I'll be able to stop this ugly feeling from doing its best to bloom in my heart. I really can't wait for Friday night.
But anyway, I am pulled out of my thoughts by the doorbell ringing, and I fly to the door, delighted to see Seb at the doorframe, holding pizza boxes.
"Pizza!"
Seb rolls his eyes at me before entering and quickly settling the pizzas down to pull me into a bear hug. I don't hesitate on giving it back to him, admitting to myself that I did miss Seb a lot. It's probably one of the reasons I've been gloomy lately. I've been missing my friends. Kaelie does drop by every week, but it's not the same as when we used to work together. And I don't have much time to text her as much I used to when I was in England. I actually invited her so she could spend the evening with Seb and I, but she already made plans with a guy.
We settle down on the couch, not even bothering on trying to be classy or anything about it; and I switch the TV on for the first time since Jace and I bought the flat. And here is the catastroph. I don't know how to use Netflix. I mean, I used to watch Supernatural on streaming before, but on my laptop, and it certainly didn't involve Netflix. I never really had access to a TV. And since we moved in with Jace, none of us never really had the time to bother with TV.
Seb laughs at me, and just puts on a random channel, just so we can have some background sound. Then, he opens one of the pizza boxes, and I literally jump on it. I mean, it's my favourite. Sweet&Sour pizza. I never had it anywhere else than in a very lost place Seb used to take me in London, so I guessed he asked for it special at the pizza place, and this is why Seb is the best friend ever.
"How long has it been since you ate?" He asks, eying my arms, and I pull down the sleeves of my jumper. I know I lost some weight, but come on. It's not that drastic.
So I shrug, because I really don't remember. When I think there used to be a time when I was so obsessed with food that I never would have missed a meal. Now, I just don't have the time to think about eating. "Last Monday, I had half a hotdog with Jace," I say, recalling that disastrous lunch.
The thing is, I cooked for Jace every single night, but I just wasn't hungry enough to eat all by myself when he wouldn't show up at diner time. And since I was so tired, I'd usually go to sleep without eating. I think living with my parents made me a social eater. Meaning that I like to eat with people, not all by myself.
"So, Jace and you are good?" Seb asks as if nothing, all the while biting on a piece of pizza, and I turn my surprised head to him:
"Why wouldn't we be?"
"I don't know. You calling your Dad for legal advises instead of asking your over the top fiancé got me scared that you guys were separating," He explains and I stuff in my mouth my second piece of pie while rolling my eyes at this nonsense.
"Don't be ridiculous, Seb. And anyway, we're not married, yet, for me to need a lawyer in that case," I remind him. I mean, who's the lawyer here.
"Though you bought the apartment together, it's only on your name, Clary. And you don't have any joined bank account. And your shop is also only on your name, even if you started it while being in a relationship with him. I wouldn't be surprised that he'd ask to sign a prenup for you before you get married. Jace is a lawyer, of course he thought of everything, and I'm telling you, he's not intending on outliving you in this flat if you guys were to ever split up," Seb informs me, and suddenly, I feel like my appetite is gone.
From what Seb is saying, Jace made it so he could walk out on me without any trouble. I mean, when we started looking for apartments together, he asked me if I trusted him with all the legal system parts of us living together, and I blindly accepted. But now, maybe I should have asked my Dad to look into it. I mean, I trusted Jace so much that I did what I never usually do, I signed without reading anything, just taking his word for it. But maybe I shouldn't have, and should have been more careful.
"But let's talk about something else. What did you get him for Christmas?" Seb says with a voice a little too cheerful. I know he knows I'm overthinking this, and he's right. But this is me being silly and paranoid, right?
"His father's watch," I tell Seb with pride, and he looks at me with confusion as he says:
"I thought his father walked out on him when his mom was pregnant?"
"Not really. It's just that … Jace wasn't planned, and when Maryse got pregnant, Jace's father said that he wasn't ready to be a dad, and that he never planned on building a family, anyway. So they parted, though he helped Maryse with her pregnancy. He always sent money for Jace's education, and he was always there when Jace started asking questions about his father. I know they still talk to one another from time to time and that our rings come from this side of Jace's family. But I still haven't met the man."
"And the watch?"
"Jace has it since he's sixteen, and it broke a few months ago. Just before Paris. He was really upset about it, because it's a family heirloom of two generations. So I called Maryse who gave me Jonathan's number and I asked him where he used to get the watch fixed so I could get it repaired there," I explained, so proud of me. I 'stole' the watch from Jace a month ago, and sent it to the shop Jonathan indicated me.
He actually seems like a nice man, but I didn't dare ask him to come visit. I think this is something Jace should do. He has a strange relationship with his father. He's not his Dad, Robert is Jace's Dad in his heart. I think Jonathan is more of a friendly uncle to Jace than anything else.
"That's so cute. I'm sure he's going to love it. And you? What do you want for Christmas?" Seb says, and I beam. I'm so proud of my present. I'm sure that this one will be right.
I shrug at his question since I never actually thought of it in this sense. I always thought of Jace receiving his gift, and being beyond happy. I never thought of me receiving a gift from him. "I just want to spend Christmas Eve with my fiancé. You know, eat some nice dinner and then go to bed in his arms."
"You know, Christmas is a very busy season for liberal lawyers. There're a lot of divorces, suicides so you have to be sure the right person inherits. There are also a lot of lawsuits over nothing. Many people use the end of the year to clean all their dirty legal businesses and liberal lawyers are the first to pay the cost of it. If he's busy now, I'm sure he's still thinking of you nonstop," Seb tells me with a reassuring voice, and I know it's because he read between the lines. I tried to act as if nothing in front of him, but he still saw that I miss Jace.
"I know," I say, because there's nothing else to say. "Anyway, enough about me. How's America suiting you?"
"Not that interesting, after all. I mean, the girls here are nutcases, one wanted me to wear fangs when we were at it. And my best friend wasn't really around to show me her town and stuff," He tells me, nudging his elbow in my side, and I feel guilt wash over me. I've been a really bad friend.
"I'm sorry. It's just that Jace was really upset in Paris, and I never got the opportunity to …"
"I'm teasing, Clary. Don't sweat it," Seb cuts me short, rolling his eyes at me as he proposes me another slice of pizza. I take it, but mostly to humour him. I think my appetite is gone for good.
"You know that your Dad orders every week from your shop?" He suddenly says, and I chuckle at that stupidity.
"I don't think so. I'd remember making cupcakes for a mister Morgenstern,"
"He orders under Clark. I think it's his way to still have a sort of connection with you, all the while contributing to your shop. He knows you're very busy. Though I actually think he's addicted to your baking. What drug do you put in those damn cupcakes?"
"Love of the craft," I reply with a smug smile, though I am very surprised and touched by Dad's gesture. I know very well that name, because he was my first customer ever. He orders every week a dozen of cupcakes, with the note 'Let the Chef surprise me. I'm allergic to nothing.' And every week he always sends a 'thank you' note. But I never recognised Dad's handwriting. I'll have to ask him about that.
"You already have quite a reputation. Your shop is killing it," Seb goes on and he shows me a piece of newspaper I haven't seen before which makes me smile. The very first review of my shop, and not that little. It is actually a review from the Michelin guide of the upcoming year
'Les Délices de Clary
For those who are quite fond of cupcakes, muffins and cakes who are as delicious as they are beautiful, this little bakery who opened three months ago is THE place to go. The owner -and baker- gives you thrills though her exquisite 'délices' and refined art she decorates them with.
It is true that if you do not order, you will only be able to purchase cupcakes and muffins with the designs imposed by the shop, but when you order, the wait is worth it. Not to say that the prices aren't as expansive as we could expect for this quality of service.
Now, we can only hope that Les Délices de Clary will bloom so the shop can expand to something even more thrilling; and as we wait for this shop to expand we give it a bright and sweet star. This is definitely a place to drop by, if you come to the city of ***.'
I think I've never blushed so hard in my life before. This is just … wonderful. I got a star from that renown guide because my baking is god! This is the best thing that happened since I opened my shop! I don't even know when they came to taste my baking, but … all I can do is blush and smile like a child who just saw Santa Claus.
Seb teases me about my blushing, and I shove him with my shoulder before we start talking about other stuffs. Up until ten in the evening, we mindlessly talk like that, but when I repress my third yawn, Seb says that it's time to sleep. I propose him the couch (since I still didn't put together the guest room) and when he accepts, I just leave a note to Jace, a little part of my brain noting that he still didn't come back from his business trip. He actually didn't even call me of all weekend, but then again, I didn't call him either.
Don't freak out, Seb is crashing on the couch. There's pizza in the oven, and banamuffins on the table (6, if there's one less, you have my permission to kill Seb the thief in his sleep). Love, Clary.
"You forgot the XOXO's," Seb teases as he's reading above my shoulder what I'm writing, and I immediately retort:
"I hope you read the part where he's allowed to kill you!"
"Don't worry, I won't touch Jacey Wacey's special muffins." It is true that the banamuffins are something that I only bake for Jace. Since they're his favourite, I want to keep them kind of special for him. Kaelie told me that I should commercialise them because they are very good, but I like it better when it's only Jace and the few people I know who can have that special treat from me.
"I told you not to call him that," I shriek, because he's just doing that to annoy me. Really, Jacey Wacey is the ugliest nickname ever invented.
I kiss Seb on the cheek, and then go to bed, fighting a little sleep so I can see Jace when he comes back. But around eleven, I just fall asleep.
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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚
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~ So, here is a little bit of sunshine in Clary's life. Hope you liked it.
~ Anyway, question times:
` 1. What did you think of this night between Clary and Seb?
` 2. What about Jace? What's up with him?
` 3. What about Clary's Christmas present to Jace? What do you think Jace will get her?
` 4. What was your favourite part?
Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.
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