Different than Normal
A/N: Hello again, my friends.
This one-shot, we shall be dealing with 'Clary is pregnant and catches Jace cheating and runs away to a different city and comes back with a smoking hot boyfriend to make Jace jealous oh will they end up together in the end read to find out'. I personally hate this cliché so much, so much. First of all, when someone cheats on you or something and begs for you to let them explain because it isn't what it seems, you fucking listen. I know you might be distraught and angry and frustrated and sad, but you fucking listen to them, because who knows, maybe they have a perfectly sane reason? It could spare you so much heartbreak and disaster, trust me. I fucking hate it when Clary doesn't listen in people's stories. It's so easy, you listen, then come to a conclusion, then dump his ass/continue on with your relationship. But I guess, that takes away the entire story purpose, but it's just incredibly dumb and I hate it.
There, rant finito.
On with the story.
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She stared at the pregnancy test in her hand, feeling incredibly sad and happy at the same time.
What if Jace didn't want it? What if he didn't want her anymore?
But he deserved to know, nonetheless. He had to know, because if she didn't tell him she'd never find out what he thought of it, what he thought of her.
They'd been dating for about five months and she hadn't confessed her undying love for him yet; she had been planning to, but unexpected events—ahem, baby, ahem—interrupted her plans and put them to a near permanent halt. This had to happen first, she needed to tell him.
She stood there in the elevator, her foot tapping up and down on the floor as her mind started predicting random situations. Him taking her into a hug, all the while saying he loved her and their little kid. Him telling her to leave, that he wanted nothing to do with her or her kid. Him beating her to the ground, kicking her stomach untill there was no more kid.
She shook her head wildly to rid herself of the thought—he'd never do that, Jace was gentle to the ones he cared about, never violent unless needed.
She stepped up to the door of his apartment, number 308.
She tapped her knuckles against the wooden door, but stopped as she heard raised voices inside.
One of them she recognized to be Jace, the other seemed female.
Without hesitance, she opened the door—it was unlocked—and stepped into the living room.
It was empty, as neat as it always was except for a book, laying open on the coffee table.
She moved to the hall while the voices got softer and just as she nearly stood in front of his open door, they stopped. She was finally able to look into the room, and released a strangled scream when she saw.
Jace, kissing a girl who she recognized to be Kaelie from their highschool.
Kaelie pulled back from the kiss just as Jace pushed her off roughly. She had a satisfied smirk on her face as Clary's eyes filled with tears.
''See you later, Jacey.''
The front door slammed shut as Jace and Clary were still staring at each other.
''Jace.'' Clary choked on his name, he cringed at the shock and disbelief in her voice.
''I swear to God, Clary, that wasn't what it looked like.''
''I—I can't talk to you right now.'' She put her hand on her forehead as she felt dizzy, turning to walk away, go home and cry in a corner.
''Clary.'' He pleaded, voice harsh and slightly demanding. She was taken aback, he was rarely that harsh with her, which meant something was up.
''What?'' She asked, exhausted and exasperated. Her bones felt weak, her stomach was doing flips, making her sick and feeling like she was about to pass out.
''I am going to explain, you are going to sit down and listen to me.'' He pointed to the bed.
She was too tired to protest, too tired to fight his command.
She plopped down on the bed, staring at him with no emotion in her eyes except weariness.
''She kissed me. I kept denying her, rejecting her as she tried to seduce me. She didn't like it, I think she heard you coming in and took advantage of it—'' he paused, looking at her with all the love in the world, ''—you know I'd never cheat on you.''
Soon enough, her heart betrayed her and took over her mind as well.
''I know.'' Her voice was soft as she gave in to the yearning of being in his arms. ''Can you hold me?''
He gave her a gentle smile. ''Of course. You know you're my girl, Clary.''
He gently moved her to the middle of the bed, wrapping his arms around her.
''What'd you come here for?'' He asked, breaking the silence with the question she'd been expecting.
''Umm...'' She couldn't help but feel very hesitant, not sure which of her predictions would come true.
''C'mon, you can tell me anything.''
''You know when two people have sex—'' She started, staring up at him.
''—All too well, babe.''
She gave gim a look, making him shut up.
''When two people have sex... without a condom...''
She looked down at their intertwined hands, knowing she'd delivered the needed message without actually saying the words.
''You're pregnant?'' His voice was soft, vulnerable—and happy.
She met his eyes, which were full of hope and joy, before she slowly nodded, not really understanding what was happening.
He jumped up and out of bed, moving his body around until she realized he was doing a happy dance.
''Fuck yes! Thank you, earth!'' To say he was happy was a massive understatement, he was ecstatic, out of this world excited.
''Oh my God,'' he sighed, ''I'm having a baby before I'm 28, with the gorgeous love of my life.''
Clary giggled as he hugged her around the butt, putting his head against her stomach.
''I love you, Clary. I love you so much.''
She sighed, eyes filling with tears. Happy tears.
''I love you, too.''
A/N: There, that was cute, right? There wasn't really much I could de-cliché about this, except just making Clary listen.
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