So normally I won't update this so soon, but the first chapter got a lot of people asking for an update, so you're welcome!
~Catching Up~
"Izzy, brushing my hair a hundred times will not make it any calmer. Just flat iron it." I said to her, resulting in her huffing.
"I don't want to." She whined.
Tonight is my not-a-date with jace, which to my dismay, is very dreaded. How do you tell someone that they have four kids? It's not going to be easy, and I'm not sure I'm ready for it. It's been three years since we have talked, and now I have to give him life changing news.
"I don't want to go at all." I say and she growls, as she continues to brush my hair.
"I'm picking out your dress, your gonna looks good."
"Izzy, this is not a date. And besides, I learned how to dress, haven't you noticed?" I say, motioning my hands to my outfit.
"I don't care. I'm going to dress you like it's prom." And she starts rummaging through my closet.
I finish flat ironing my hair, dreading Izzys selection. She pulls out the only nice dress I have. It's long and white, I wore it to my mom and Luke's wedding. It has a sash is silver sparkles going across where my chest would be. It is possibly, the poofiest dress I had ever seen, but it was gorgeous and my mother insisted on it.
"Izzy, that was the dress I wore to my moms wedding. I'm not even going on a date." I explain.
"But you wish it was a date." I blushed, but it would be so awkward. I mean my daughters have dreams about kissing him, and I've had conversations with him about how hot he was. Sometime I started to share things about him to personnel and the got suspicious, but they never put the puzzle together.
"You wish." I say, but she can see right through it.
"You do!" She screams into my ear."I'll call him, we can make it a date. He's so still in love with you, I ship you guys. Well, it's hard not to." I shake my head rapidly.
"I will never let you see my kids again." This got her to shut up.
"Clary, I'm just going t to say it. I'm still in love with you. So many times I've tried to stop. I can't.i came back here for you, for us. But tell me now if it's not possible. Please." This was the first thing he said to me.
"I don't know. I mean, I know I want to be yours, and for their to be an us, but I can't just let you in my life. Theirs a lot you should know too, about me. So much has changed, you probably will never want to see me again." He shook his head with that evil smirk he does.
"I doubt that. Tell me what."
"Well, I live in a four room total apartment." I figured I'd start with the basics.
"So you have your room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a living room?"
"No. Theirs my room, a bathroom, and a split living room and kitchen."
"That's only three rooms." He says.
"Well, that doesn't matter, really it's not important."
"Then why did you mention it?" He asks with his smirk again. The same one that makes me want to throw him against a wall and kiss him.
"I'm getting their." I say, trying to sush him.. "Well, remember right before we officially broke up? And what we did?" He nods, "well... About 2 months after that, I found out I was pregnant." He cuts me off at that line.
"What!? Oh my god, why didn't you tell me! I feel awful now." He reacted opposite to what I thought, his hand were running through him hair, he was pulling at it too. A Nevis habit he had, but I ignore him comment and continue.
"I couldn't tell anyone, so I ran away. I started working the night shifts at Takis to raise money. The only person who knew where I was, was Simon. So soon enough he found out, he wanted me to tell you but I never listened. You were doing so well in your career." He interrupts again.
"For once, I agree with Simon."
"Once I found enough money,I paid for a doctors appointment. I was not expecting much, maybe the gender. Which I did get. I found I would have a girl and boy."
"What the hell, Clary! You had my twins and didn't ask me for help? At all! Why would not tell me, I at least could have helped!"
"No,I didn't have twins. I have three girls and one boy. I had quadruplets. And they do not know your their father." I say and he has no remarks for me, he just sits their with a dumbfounded look on his face. "I should have told, but I though, and still do, think I didn what was best."
"The last room in my house is the kids room." I say to clarify.
"You didn't want help?" He asks in shock.
"I couldn't ask. Simon helped a lot though, so did Aline and Helen. They moved here about a month after you left they helped me when I was breast feeding or potty training four kids. Those were the hardest years."
"Ok, so I leave and all you've don in the last four years is, drop out of school and raise my kids without any help?"
"Well, I had Simon, Helen, and Aline. I just said that."
"Oh god Clary, I'm never leaving you again. And I understand if not now, but I do want my kids to know I'm their father. At some point in theie lives. Whether it's now or when there sixteen. I just want them to know. But Clary! I feel awful... I should've tried to keep in ouch, then maybe I'd know.." He says, which Is a very very statement.
"Of course! But you'll have to be their when I tell them." H enrolled his eyes.
"Should I tell you that your three daughters think your hot? And have talked about ejat it would be like to kiss you?"
"No, you shouldn't. Do you dream of that too?" He asks seductively.
"Yes, like every other girl in the country."
"Well, that's an exaggeration. Is their anything else you should tell me?" He asks. "You know, the life changing stuff?"
"How many other people have you slept with? Or kissed, for that matter?" He asked jealously.
"None. You still are the only person I've ever kissed, or had sex with. At the club I mostly seduce them, get their money, and walk away to the next person. What about you?"
"Your the last person, I can't focus on anyone else if your the only thing on my mind." I switched sides of the booth we were in, so I could lean against Jace.
"I never stopped." I whisper, so slight that only he could hear. He shifts over and rests one hand on my stomach and the other on my lap.
"Stopped what?" Jace questions, and leans down to face me.
"Loving you." Then our food came, it turns out neither of us wanted to leave. And we did have quite a bit to catch up on.
I ordered a Caesar salad, and he ordered steak. It was on the specialty list, that employees can get for half off. And relatives of the manager can get, but it's full price. We ate in the same position as before, besides he moved his hands.
"Clary, would it be wrong of me to ask for another night. Like this?" He asked while we were finishing up.
"Not wrong, maybe a bit awkward. Since I have four kids and your a famous model. And the fact that both of us our eighteen, paparazzi would just love it. But, I'd love that." I said in a blur.
"Did you finish school, I mean, once you were pregnant?" I shake my head and ask him the same, but about his 'big' change. "I got private tutoring, it was harder. I had to get my PHD in under 2 years. Most celebrities, who are born into it, have their bachelor degree by age eleven."
"Eleven? At that time I was still trying to learn the area equation! People could graduate then!" He nods and we continue our meal in silence.
Once I got home I cleaned up a bit, and went straight to bed, tomorrow I was off so I had to babysit. That was the oneotherway I could get money, and it was okay because the kids are easy to get along with. Usually they can find one kids they connected with. Since babysitting was so easy, raising four kids already, I often went to My room and started painting.
Once I moved out of my moms apartment I mostly stopped with art. However about a year ago I found myself craving the feel of my paintbrush, the way each stroke had its own meaning. I started enjoying it more and more, eventually o started selling them and now I was able to make good money on something I enjoyed. Not that Takis was bad, or babysitting.
Though, once I was tucked beneath my covers, all these damned thoughts left. And I was stuck dreaming about Jace- no, not dreaming, he was a nightmare. And the bitter taste his name left in my mouth, was something I recognized more than I would ever admit.
I remembered everything about us. Our late night phone call, that would often last hours. The way he looked at me, as if he has the whole world placed in the palm of his hand. I was the girl everyone left alone, that nobody talked to. But Jace did, and he was the most attractive guy I school, and now the country. We needed up dated for over 4 years, until he was discovered.
Yet, discovered didn't seem to be the right word. He was always there, everyone knew him. His father was the quarterback for the Bills, and his mother was the most prestigious laywer in-possibly, the world. It seemed likely his life people new him, they just never saw his interest.
I think back to when people would recognize me on the street as, "Jace Herondales ex, people would say how they thought we would get married. So did we, until they discovered him.
I went months not leaving the house, in fear that the paparazzi would catch my bump and Jace would find out. Simon did everything for me, and then I dropped out of school. Now I couldn't get a job, not a real one.
a buzz envolooes the room and the light from my phone lights up the entire street.
Takis this weekend?~J
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