Hi there! I'm really grateful for all the feadback you guys have gave me! I haven't answered to anyone, but I want you to know that I have read every single one of them!
I'm a little curious - is it obvious that I don't speak (or write..) English as my first language? I mean I for sure have some grammar mistakes, but no one has ever mentioned it to me, so I guess it's not too bad? [I'd insert here the grinning emoji, but since it's not possible, please just imagine it right here!] And I know I use the comma too much but here where I live it's used very often – there might be for example 4 commas in one sentence! [I have to say that I had to google what it's called! I had no clue and the word comma just sounds wrong? Is that the right word?]
But anyways – here's the 11th chapter!
Disclaimer: I still don't own the mortal instruments. We all probably know who owns the series... Yes, her name is Cassandra Clare.
Jace POV
"Good night, my love." I whispered as I kissed Jennifer's forehead. Clary pushed gently a strand of Jen's hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek once before we tip-toed out of Jen's room. She was already asleep, as were her sisters. They had been exhausted – all of them had fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
"I had fun tonight, thank you for forcing us out today." I said afted I had dragged Clary to our room to watch some TV. She was lying in my arms, one foot over my legs and her head resting on my chest as I drew circles on her back with my fingers.
"I told you so. You should just listen to me, I know when we need to get out of this house. And I bet the girls loved it." She said, smiling smugly. Clary had "forced" us out of the house to do something. We took girls to the local Aquarium – they had enjoyed it very much. We had fun, spending time as a family we were. The girls had taken Clary back into their lives well – everything had gone better than we thought. Especially Valerie, she adored Clary and always went first to her after school.
"Yes, they did." I smiled to her. There was some Christmas movie going on the TV, something I really did not enjoy but Clary seemed to like it. We had spent our Christmas at my parents place. My family already loved Clary and took her into the family with open arms. They seemed to be as excited as we were to have a grandchild. We had also visited Clary's parents, introducing Valerie, Jennifer and Alexandra to them. They got along very well as well.
"I still can't believe we're having a baby. A girl." I whispered into her hair after a long silence. We had visited doctor just few weeks ago, finally wanting to know the gender.
"I know." She smiled.
"Have you thought of possible names?" I asked her, tilting her face so I could see her better.
"I have." She said and paused for a second. "And I think the middle name should start with M, like your daughters' middlenames do. I don't want them to think that this one is less than their real sister. Not just a halfsister. 'Cause I don't see them as my stepchildren, as just your kids. I have grown to love them like they were my own, and I know I will never be their mother, at least the real one. But I want to make sure they know I won't love them any less than I will, and do, love this one. The four of you, well soon five, are my family. And I really hope that Valerie, Jennifer and Alexandra know that too." She said, and I couldn't help but love her even more.
"I'm sure they know that. And do you know what?" I asked her. She didn't say anything, just stared at me.
"I love you so much." I whispered to her ear and kissed her hair, wrapped my arms tighter around her and hugged her close to my body.
"What do you think about the name Amanda?" I asked after a long silence.
"I think it's a nice name, but.." Clary said.
"Not for our kid, ha?" I asked and she nodded.
"What about Annabelle?" She asked and I grimaced, not liking it at all. For a good reason though.
"No! It reminds me too much of Isabelle. No way in hell I will name my baby after my sister." I said and Clary laughed.
"Alright, I've been thinking of this one ever since I found out I was pregnant. Sure, I didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, but I've always loved this name." Clary said, sitting up to look properly at me. I nodded, encouraging her to continue.
"Vivia. Like Vivian, but without the 'N'- I know it very similar to that one, but I just thought it would be a beautiful and unique name for our baby. But of course if you don't like it-" She rambled, again. I silenced her with a kiss.
"Vivia. Vivi." I rolled the name on my tongue, tasting it out. I loved it. It was beautiful and more unique than Vivian. Nothing wrong with the name Vivian though.
"I love it. That's it. That's her name." I said grinning widely and touched Clary's stomach, stroking it gently.
"Hello my love. It's daddy here, though you probably recognize my voice without me telling who I am. Anyways, today, actually not more than a few minutes ago, we decided what your name will be. Vivia. That's your name, baby girl." I whispered against Clary's stomach, to my youngest daughter. Clary was looking at me smiling warmly when I looked up.
"I love you." She said, running her hand through my hair. I sat back up and took her hand, kissing it.
"I love you too." We laid back down and I shut the TV. Clary snuggled against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her.
"How about if we took the girls to see Izzy tomorrow, if that's fine with her? We haven't seen her for a long time. If she's okay with watching them for a while, we could spend some alone-time, just you and me. Maybe just go for a walk or something." Clary suggested, planting kisses on my bare chest. I slept in my boxers and Clary in one of my t-shirts, her hair pulled up into a loose bun.
"That sounds great, I'll text Izzy." I said, smiling against her hair. "Are you sure you want to go out again? I mean do you feel like walking and standing all day?"
She made a 'hmph' noise and looked up at me. "Are you sure you don't want to get punched? 'Cause I'm getting a little tired of that 'Oh Clary, you can't do that. You can't do this.'- shit. I know what I can do, so don't worry. I'll be alright."
"Okay, okay. Calm down." Before I could say anything else I found myself on the floor, Clary looking over the edge of the bed. "Did you just push me?!" I asked, not believing what just happened.
"Yes, and I will not hesitate to do that again if necessary. Do not tell me to 'calm down' ever again, or I'll make sure there's some Legos on the floor before I push you!" She said as I got up from the floor.
Pregnant women and their hormones. They're not something you want to mess with. Just saying. Girls on their period are nothing compared to pregnant women. I looked at her with caution – I was analyzing if she was going to push me over the edge again.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Can you forgive me?" I asked, slowly climbing on the bed again. She just glared at me as I slipped back under the covers before curling up on my chest. Apparently I was forgiven. I made a mental note to myself not to question her ability of staying up all day. Jeez. Cautiously I wrapped my arms around her body, expecting her to snap again. It didn't happen. Soon I relaxed again against her body and continued to watch the crappy movie.
As the credits started to roll I shut the TV and looked down at Clary – her eyes were closed and breathing was deep. I put the remote on my bedside table and turned off the lights before sliding down to lie on the mattress. I pulled up the covers and wrapped my arms around Clary's body, making her turn in her sleep so her back was against my chest. I kissed her shoulder before closing my eyes, letting the sleep take over me.
"Good night, my love." I murmured.
A loud laughter woke me up around 9 a.m on a Saturday morning, and I reached for Clary but she weren't there anymore. I sat up and rubbed my face a bit before standing up and putting on a pair of sweatpants, not bothering to pull on a shirt. I walked towards the voices and ended up into the kitchen. Clary was making pancakes with the girls and laughing uncontrollably. I smiled widely as I walked to them, to see why they were laughing so much.
"Daddy! Clary's making us pancakes!" Valerie cheered and ran to me, jumping and trusting I'd catch her. I spun her around and put back on the ground.
"Yeah, I can see that. What are you laughing at?" I asked, wrapping my arms around Clary.
"She tried to flip a pancake and it got stuck on the ceiling." Jennifer giggled and pointed up. There was indeed a pancake glued to the ceiling. I chuckled as I kissed Clary's cheek.
"I see you have everything under control." I laughed and she elbowed me on my ribs.
"Yes, I do have and now, shoo! Let us finish this, you can do the dishes afterwards." She smirked.
Half an hour later we were all sitting at the table and eating the pancakes. I just stared at my family, realizing how much I loved them. They were my whole world, and I wouldn't change them to anything. Not a single moment with them. Clary was sitting on the other side of the table, right in front of me, Valerie on her left and Alexandra next to Val. Jennifer, who was sitting next to me, watched in amusement her sisters goofing around with the chocolate sauce. Clary had started it – she had put a little chocolate on Valerie's nose with her finger and I watched them with a genuine smile.
An hour later we had cleaned the table and got the kids dressed. Isabelle was waiting for spending a day with her nieces, she said she was going to have a 'fabulous girly day' with them which without a doubt meant doing their nails, hair and something like that. Clary and I were going to have a day that included just us. No fussing Isabelle, no kids - well, except the one we couldn't leave with Isabelle.
I drove us to Isabelle who was already waiting at the door, smiling widely. To me she was a little too happy to get to spend a day with her nieces – they were only seven years old. But I trusted her with my daughters.
"Hello my favourite nieces! We're going to have a fabulous day! Come on already!" She cheered as I helped the girls out of the car. We were going to need a new one – one that would have at least six seats.
"Hello to you too, Iz." Clary climbed out of the car, not caring about my helping hand. She glared at me before turning to face Isabelle and smiling widely.
"Oh Clary, you never stop growing! How's my newest niece?" Isabelle smiled warmly at Clary. She was like a sister to her.
"I hope she'll be here soon. This balloon is getting very annoying!"
We said our good byes to the girls and Izzy before driving off. Clary had never been a shopping person but with this new little girl coming, Clary wanted to spend the day at the mall. Which is something I'll never understand. Why on earth do women want to spend a day shopping?! But I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. So the mall it is.
We walked hand in hand around the mall and it was something I actually did enjoy very much. Her happiness radiated through her every body part, starting from her face down to her feet – she skipped from shop to another, smile never fading. I enjoyed looking at her face whenever she saw something she liked, whenever I – accidentally or on purpose – touched her grown stomach. She was glowing. I guess the saying about preganant women glowing is true. And happiness makes anyone more beautiful.
We had bought a baby carriage for the new baby, since it was the only thing we hadn't bought, along many other things. I drove us home and we carried – well I carried – the new baby stuff to the room next to ours. It was a simple room with white walls and furniture and some black details. Clary wanted to keep it simple so we could change it when the time comes. Clary stood at the doorway, watching me putting the baby carriage together, a small smile playing on her lips. I looked up at her and raised my eyebrow knowing it annoyed her since she couldn't do it.
She just shook her head and shamelessly checked me out. I smirked at her and stretched a little more to get my shirt a little higher. I knew I was goodlooking and I knew also that Clary thought so. So why not have a little fun?
When I was younger I had a total jackass reputation – people thought I was just an asshole who used girls. And that was exactly who I was. I didn't bother to date the girls, I just had sex. I didn't make love to them, no. I fucked them. I knew I broke their hearts after I had satisfied my needs. And I was okay with it. That was until I met Melissa. Yes, she was my first love. The first girls who I wanted to put before myself. Melissa changed my way of seeing the world. She wasn't the dream daughter-in-law girl, but she was that to me. I mean yes, she crushed my heart into a million pieces the moment I saw her with the other guy, but she also gave me my daughters who were my whole world for a long time. And I just can't hate her – she is the mother of my triplets after all. I didn't think I could ever love anyone ot of the family.
But then Clary came into our lives. If there's such a thing as love at first sight , it was that with Clary. Something about her made me want her so badly. Not just sexually, that too yes, but not just that way. I wanted to keep her in our lives no matter what. And then I fell in love with her. And now we're having a baby together.
Shaking my head slightly I refocused my eyes at her and she was staring at me, biting her lower lip. I knew she wanted me. Badly. And I wanted her, of course I did, just as badly. But I was afraid of having sex with her – scared that I'd hurt her or the baby. Clary's doctor had told us it was totally safe to have sex during the pregancy but that didn't stop me from worrying about her and the baby everytime we were making love. Clary told me everytime she was okay, and so was the little girl, but that didn't make it any easier. I preferred doing her with my mouth 'cause that way I could be sure I didn't hurt the baby.
Clary noticed me looking at her and she had a smug smirk on her lips. She took slow steps towards me, slowly undressing herself. She dropped her cargigan on the floor, before slowly taking of her top, lowering the straps of her bra one at the time. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor. I had tore my eyes off of her chest and looked at her face. She had the same smirk on her face. She knew what she was doing to me. I swallowed and took a deep breath. I just stood there frozen and staring at the love of my life. Finally she reached me and grabbed my t-shirt, slowly raising it. She stood on her toes as she whispered to my ear:
"You have way too many layers of clothing on."
And that was all it took for me to take her into my arms and run to our room to "take of the rest of the clothes".
"I love you." Clary panted against my chest as we just lied on the bed, catching our breaths.
"I love you too." I stroked her hair and face. We just stared at each other, not bothering to put on any clothes.
"Marry me." I whispered as I moved us to our sides so I could see her face better. I stroked gently her cheek and lips. I had wanted to propose to her for so long, but never was "the right time". I had realized there wasn't 'right' and 'wrong' times – you need to make the moments right. And after making love to her seemed the perfect time.
She took a quick breath in and her eyes widened. I leaned in and kissed her lips slowly, whispering against her lips again.
"Marry me, Clary, and I promise to make you happy everyday for the rest of my life. I promise to protect you and our girls from any harms."
She had tears in her eyes as she nodded, taking my face into her hands.
"Oh God, Jace, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I'll marry you." She cried and kissed me deeply. I smiled widely as I kissed her back. I pulled back and reached to my nightstand's drawer and pulled out a red satin box. I sat up, pulling Clary with me and opened the box. She put her hand over her mouth and looked first at the ring, then at me.
"Jace. " She whispered. "It's so beautiful!"
I took the ring out of the box and took her hand to put it on her finger. It was a very simple white gold ring with one small diamond in the middle.
"Wait for the wedding ring." I said to her as I brought her hand up and kissed the ring on her finger. It fit her perfectly and looked like it had been there forever.
"I love you so much." Clary said and got up to hug me tightly. I wrapped my arms around her as tightly and buried my face into her hair.
When we were driving to Isabelle's, I took Clary's hand and mindlessly played with her ring, smiling widely to myself. I had been so nervous about asking her to marry me – I didn't know if Clary'd want me to do it big and loud, something like doing it at mall with everyone watching, or at some restaurant with all the roses and desserts with the ring in a chocolate cake. But now I knew my way of popping in the question had been perfect. Just like she likes it – simple and small.
Of course Isabelle noticed it immediately, wrapping Clary into a tight hug before jumping into my arms.
"Finally! How did you do it?! Tell me everything!" My sister cheered.
"It was very personal and simple. That's all you need to know." I said, not breaking my eyecontact with Clary.
Izzy didn't look happy about it but let it go. She grabbed my soon-to-be wife's hand and looked closely at the ring.
"Jace. Please tell me your wedding ring for Clary won't be that simple!" Isabelle's head snapped back to me. I just grinned and opened my mouth to answer her but Clary stopped me.
"Isabelle Lightwood, don't you dare to talk like that about my ring. It's perfect." She said looking annoyed. God I love her.
"Alright, alright." she said to Clary. To me she whispered: "I'll make sure it'll not be that simple."
I just laughed and ruffled her hair, knowing it would piss her off. And it did.
"Jace!" She screamed and smoothened her hair with her hands. "Alright, you simple people. Let's go inside. The girls are waiting for you to watch our fashion show!"
"Daddy! Clary!" Valerie came to us and hugged both of us tightly.
"Hey sweety, did you have a nice day?" I asked her as I kissed her forehead. Lex and Jen came to say hello too and pulled us to livingroom.
"Yes! Aunt Isabelle did our nails and we watched Disney-movies and and and- " Valerie rambled.
"Alright, alright honey. Don't tell daddy all our secrets." Izzy hushed her. I smiled at my sister warmly. She could be an awesome aunt, when she wanted to be.
Later that night we packed the girls into the car and drove home. Clary stared at me the whole time, smiling happily.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'm just so happy. To have you and the girls in my life, Izzy too." She said quietly, not wanting to wake up the girls who had just fallen asleep, leaning against each other.
"Well, if you're happy, then I am too. What makes you happy, makes me happy too." I whispered to her, and took her and into mine, holding it on my knee for the rest of the way.
Hey! I'm back with a new chapter. I know I made you wait for so long. This chapter was just so damn hard to write. I hope I did well? Tell me what you think!
. How was the proposing? Was is too plain. I personally don't want my boyfriend to ask me to marry him in front of many people. No, I like small and simple. But that's just me!
.What would you like to happen in future chapters? I have already the next chapter planned out, but I'd really like to hear what you want!
Thank you so much for reading my story, and special thanks to all of you who have took your time and reviewed! 'Till the next time!
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