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💚 So, the last update of the year. Hope you will enjoy it and have a Happy New Year's Eve.

💚Also, thank you guys for your reviews and support. Every time Father Crowley gets in the picture, I worry, and it is always a relief to see that you guys are being so tolerant and all. So thank you all.

💚That being said, I am not above typos, so don't mind those, haha

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Chapter 14: We Belong Together (2,5K) - Mariah Carrey

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Clary's PoV

When Clary woke up the next day, she didn't move, staring into space as she was feeling more and more empty by the minute. She had only fallen asleep when the sun started to rise, and she was trying to rationalise herself and the whole situation.

On one hand, she could understand Jace and his point-of-view. She could understand that he felt betrayed by her silence and even more by the fact that she told James things that she had never told him. But the fact was, James at caught her in a moment of weakness. She never intended to tell him any of this, he had just been there at the right time. In fact, she was sure that, if Jace had been there, he would have been the one on whose shoulder she would have cried.

And this was what had kept Clary up all night. After her self-pity on how, once again, she had handled things in her couple, she started feeling more and more angry against Jace. She didn't care if he was angry, or hurt. He was her husband and he failed her. That one simple thing he had been supposed to do for her, he didn't. He had left her all alone when she had needed him the most.

Everyone around her had come to see her, to show support, to give her words of encouragement and hope for the future, everyone but the person who should have been there for the start. Jace didn't give her a single word of comfort since they learnt they lost their baby.

She angrily wiped her tears away, turning on her bed and facing the cold and empty side of it. surprisingly, she found Bastille curled up on Jace's pillow, looking at her with his round blue eyes. She sadly smiled, petting the cat who immediately started purring when she did so. Bastille usually stayed at a distance when she was on her periods, so she hadn't expected to see the cat for a while.

For a long hour, she did nothing but caress the ginger cat, ignoring the two times someone knocked on her door before she abruptly got up, and went to the bathroom to have a shower. She already wallowed in her self-pity when she lost her first baby, and she refused to do the same, once again. With or without Jace, she would survive this loss and avoid the depression that loomed over her the last time.

Once she was clean, she called Lauren and asked the girl to drive her to Church. She had much too much anger pent up inside her, and she just needed to let it out. She managed to sneak out of the house without bumping into her father, knowing that he was probably going to make a big deal out of what happened last night.

She hadn't gone back to the nursery, not eager to see the proof of Jace's anger laying around. She still couldn't believe that, for the first time in their relationship, Jace resulted in violence in front of her. She wasn't naive enough to think that her husband was a peaceful man, but he always made a point to differentiate his work and their home-life. She knew that Jace would never lay a hand on her, but she was still shocked by his display of violence.

When Lauren parked in front of the Church, Clary asked her to stay in the car, not wanting the girl to follow her around whilst she was baring her soul to her good Father, and she entered the Holy House, walking straight to the candles. She lit one, silently saying a little prayer for this son that she would never get to hold, or even name, though, in her heart, he would always be a little Jon.

"I have been meaning to pay you a visit today, my child," Said the benevolent voice of Father Crowley behind her.

She turned but didn't find the strength to smile. Instead, she leaned in the embrace the religious man gave her. She took in the comfort he was giving her, feeling like a little kid again, when she had her first confession and earned her first absolution.

When she finally stepped out of Father Crowley's arms, he sweetly smiled to her, lifting her chin with his finger before he said what she had known in her hear all along,

"I'm not the one you want to talk to, Clary. You know what I will say, so just do what your heart tells you. There is nothing I can say that we make you feel better."

"What if —"

"Child, 'what if' is what the chick says before jumping out of the nest. It only depends on you whether you fly or crash."

She nodded, looking down on her hands before she went to sit on one of the benches, asking in her prayers forgiveness for her angry thoughts after her miscarriage. She believed that she would have a child again. Both Maryse and Valentine had told her so. And even more, she was living with the proof that belief could bring a child in her hearth.

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A few hours after her encounter with the priest, Clary was waiting in Jace's hotel room, nervously checking her phone every two minutes. She had been for more than a couple of hours, now, and it was almost midnight, and yet, Jace was still out and about.

She did her best to calm that stupid and ridiculous voice of doubt telling her that Jace was through with her and found solace in the arms of Aline who was more suitable for him. After all, she could probably bear children without losing them. And she had no problems being part of his criminal world. But she always shut down the voice by saying that Jace loved her. Despite his terrible words of yesterday night, he still loved her. Or at least, she liked to believe he did.

Her phone buzzed again, showing that her Dad was tried to call her for the millionth time of the day. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, asking Lauren to keep the secret, but she couldn't see her father on worrying like that,

I'm okay, Dad. Stop worrying. I'll call you tomorrow morning. Clary

OF COURSE, I WORRY! Where are you? Lauren isn't telling. Dad

I'm with Lauren. I just needed some time on my own. Promise I call you first thing in the morning. Clary

Her phone buzzed again, indicating that Valentine had answered to her, but the front door finally opened. She got up, straightening her clothes and her hair, but Jace still wasn't in the room, talking to someone else,

"Maybe we could have breakfast together in the morning."

"I don't think so, Aline."

"Well, you never know. Just keep it in mind. And if you need anything during the night, I'm literally next door."

Jace didn't respond anything, finally fully getting in the room, and freezing when he saw Clary standing behind him. But his surprise was nothing compared to hers when she saw that he was holding a puppy in his arms.

The pup was all black, except for a white patch on its torso and how paws being all white as well. It seemed to be a husky, though she had never seen a husky so black before, and its eyes were crystal blue.

The puppy barked, jumping on the floor and rushing to Clary and she instinctively crouched to pick it up, instantly rewarded by happy licks.

"What are you doing here?" Jace finally asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and carefully looking at her.

"I came to see my husband."

"Shouldn't you be resting? I mean. Is it even safe for you to travel like that?"

"Well, we need to talk, and I wasn't going to wait a whole week for you to come back," She snapped, though she avoided looking him in the eyes, focusing her attention on the puppy.

Jace remained silent for a moment, and then she finally looked back at him, he was by her side, making her jump a little. He fell down his knees, so they were both on the floor and what she had never expected from Jace happened, he broke down in tears, taking her face between his hands,

"I'm so sorry. I should have been there for you, and I let my anger get the better of me. It wasn't the time or the place. I should have been there for you, and I wasn't. I promised you that I'd always be here for you, and for the first time in my life, I failed my word. I am so sorry, Clary."

"Jace …"

"Please, forgive me," He pleaded, taking her in his arms and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

She hadn't expected any of this. She had expected a very heated discussion where they would both let out all they had to say, and still, end up reconciling by the end of the night. Instead, Jace seemed to know already he had been in the wrong. But she didn't want to let any unsaid thing come between them like it did in the past.

"Jace, I … I understand where you came from when you said all those things yesterday night, but … well … you left me, and it hurt me. And then, yesterday night, you made me feel like you no longer loved nor respected me. And …"

"I am so sorry. It was never my intention. I was hurt and scared, and then, I saw James and ... I didn't think clearly." He put some distance between them, and looked deep in her eyes,

"I want children, Clary. I never made it a secret. But not at your expense. I don't care about where the kids come from, as long as we get to raise them together. And hearing that you already had a miscarriage, that you never told me about it, that it could have endangered you. I don't want to lose you. I'm not a good man enough to lose you. You're the one bringing the good out of me. Without you … I'd be a whole different man."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to feel bad when there was nothing that could have been done about it," She confessed with a small voice.

Jace looked deep in her eyes, and she reached to wipe away his tears. This was the first time that was seeing Jace being completely overwhelmed by his emotions. Even when they learnt that they were expecting a boy, he still had some control over himself.

"Did you think I came here to leave you?"

"We need to talk, is never a great opener."

"No, but we needed to talk. This is how we grow stronger as a couple."

He weakly smiled, closing his eyes and leaning in to kiss her. But they were interrupted by a yap coming from her laps. She chuckled, retaking the little ball of hair in her arms,

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I read somewhere that it was a good way to get over the loss of a child."

She smiled, scratching the pup being its ears, and looking at the necklace, seeing that Jace had already found a name for the pet and inscribed it in Japanese on its necklace.

"Omoi."

He smiled, petting the dog as well, as he explained, his words strangely sounding like something Father Crowley would say, just a tad less religious, "Because, even if we've had a door closed on us, it only means that we will get stronger and appreciate more what's to come in the future."

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When she woke up the next morning, Clary found a note where Jace had been sleeping, explaining that he went for a jog with Omoi. She smiled, feeling so much better now that the two of them have talked. She didn't think that things would be all peachy all over again, but at least, they both admitted their wrongs and were both willing to go forward and let the past to the past.

She reached for her phone, about to call her Dad, now that she could tell him where she was, without him telling Jace and ruining the surprise, or losing his temper over it because of what had happened two nights ago. But Valentine had texted her already.

Jace called and said that you were staying in Chicago for the week with him. Don't let your old man worry like that, next time. My ticker isn't what it used to be. I love you. Dad

She smiled at the text, getting out of bed and taking a quick shower, grimacing at the amount of blood that she was still losing. She had always been lucky on that aspect, because, though her periods usually lasted five days, she never lost much blood. But this time, just like after her first miscarriage, she felt that a horror movie was happening in her vagina. And though she knew that the bleeding would be longer than usual, she still couldn't wait to get this over with.

She was barely out of the shower, that someone knocked on the door, and she didn't bother dressing up, assuming that it was Jace who left without the key. So she opened the door, only wrapped in her towel, and found aline in front of her, all dressed and dolled up.

The two women looked at one another for a moment, before aline regained her composure,

"Oh, I had no idea Jace had company."

"He doesn't. He has a wife though who missed him and came to spend the week with him."

"Of course, Mrs Morgenstern. I was just here to see if Jace wanted to have breakfast. Perhaps you can join us, once you're more … appropriate."

Clary squinted at her choice of words, and at the way, Aline's eyes went to her stomach for a second. Maybe Aline had just meant that her being in a towel was indecent, but Clary had the clear impression that there was a double meaning to her words, clearly aimed at her losing a child.

But then again, she was still hormonal, and she was maybe being paranoid. All she knew, was that she took a step closer to aline, and hissed between her teeth,

"I don't care how much your bat your lashes at Jace, my husband will never fall for it. I'm just going to say it once if I hear you made a move on my husband, I will —"

"What? Spray me with perfume?" Aline mocked, before turning her back on Clary and walking back to her room though she turned one last time, and added with a wicked grin,

"You know, Mrs Morgenstern, if your marriage was so strong, you wouldn't need to warn me off. You're going to slip again, and I'll be here to pick up the pieces."

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

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💚 So ... I know this chapter is short, but the next one will be short as well, haha. And I spoilt you way too much, giving you all those long ass chapters, haha.

💚 Now, what did you think of the reconciliation?

💚And, what did you think of Father Crowley in this chapter, even if it was brief? What about Aline?

💚 And don't forget to check out my other story of the moment, Give me The Daddy, I'll Give You The Sugar. I'm sure you'll love 😉

💚And what's was your favourite part? I'm always curious about that. Mine was that last part, the priest is being a savage, haha.

💚 What do you think will happen next?

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Sorry, I know I said I would answer, but I am dead to the world. It is just very late, and I am very very tired, sorry sorry.

💚 Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.

Love, Mina💚💚💚