All characters belong to the amazing Cassandra Clare. Authors note at the end. Enjoy :p

Clary's POV

Izzy bursts into our apartment, looking tired and particularly shaken. She holds a plastic bag that is much more filled than it should be. She walks up to me on the couch.

" I bought one of each brand," she meets my eyes warily. "We can't be too careful".

Not trusting my voice, I nod and take the bag from her, trying to keep my hands from shaking. But clearly failing as izzy gives me a 'sorry' look. I enter the bathroom and pull the seat up. Taking the first box from the bag, I open it and pick up the instruction, though not paying much attention. I still can't wrap my head around this. This can't be happening. Right?

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I take 5 of the tests and place them on the sick counter. The instructions say to wait 3-5 minutes for the results. I've never had a couple minutes pass so slow in my life. You know in movies when they say that everything starts going in slow motion? Yeah- that's what I was feeling. The hand on the clock was ticking extremely slow, or so it seemed. I hear a shrill and snap out of my daze to find out it was the timer on my phone. I take one test off the counter and turn it over...

Izzy's POV

I feel like she's been in there forever. I'm trying my best not to bite my nails. I just got them done. Here I am, sitting on our couch while my best friend is going through what is most likely the most important moment of her life. After ten minutes I decide to go see her. I trudge to the bathroom. I'm about to open the door but something stops me- a sob, so quiet I could've missed it. Followed by an even smaller whimper. My heart clenches. Going against my better judgement, I turn the door knob and push the door open. What I see is something that I hoped I would never have to see again. Clary- my best friend, sitting on the floor with her hand cover her face, muffling her sobs. A couple of the tests lay next to her. I crouch down next to her and softly grab her wrist. She finally looks up. I've never seen her eyes look so lifeless. I break and wrap my arms around her in a hug. I feel her body rack with sobs. I can't help the few tears that escape my eyes.

After what could've been hours, she pulls away slowly. She not crying anymore, but she looks distant. I see her reach her hand to her side, even though I know what's coming, I won't stop her. She looks down and I follow. She hands my the small stick that contains the fate of my best friend. Right there, is a clear bold plus sign. She looks into my eyes, trying hard for a smile. Her wobbly lips pull up ever so slightly at the corners.

"I'm pregnant"

Hello, I'm here again. I already had this chapter written and only slightly tweaked it. My updating might be a bit all over the place, as I have a lot going on in my life right now. I hope I've gotten better at writing since last time. Huge thanks to those who commented and reviewed already. I really appreciate it.

Xoxo
Lou