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Thank you all for the amazing reviews ! You guys just blow my mind ! I would have never expected such positive reactions ! Seriously, THANK YOU !Also, I would really love it if you kinda told me what you wanted to happen next, I feel like I'm starting to get a bit of writer's block, don't exactly know why. Maybe the exams are stressing me out. Also, I may be starting a new fic, I'm kind of getting these ideas, but I don't know if I should wait and finish this one first. Tell me what you think !
One week later.. (Almost three months into the marriage)
Clary was punching and kicking a dummy repeatedly, letting out all of the frustration within her. Her hair , albeit pinned up, was fuzzy and tousled, chill beads of sweat trailing down her face and abdomen. She was wearing black cotton short -shorts and a pink training bra,revealing her toned physique. She sighed, thinking how she would soon have to give up tight clothes for loose, ill-fitting ones, how she would have to dedicate her life to raising a child, how she would not be fit anymore, how Jace would definitely not be attracted to her anymore, how she would have to be responsible, how she would have to take care of someone other than herself . She punched the dummy even harder as it shuddered incessantly from the pressure, almost turning into shreds. Her eyes started to sting. She was too young. Too young . She was twenty years old. She was a child herself , by the Angel ! She stopped hitting the dummy when it ripped from the thick steel pipe that was keeping it nailed to the floor, and fell. Great, she would have to fix that later, she thought.
She looked around the room, panting, searching for something else to distract herself with. She grabbed a few knives from a table when she noticed in her peripheral vision, a tall,hefty figure, leaning against the door frame, watching her with an intent furrow between their brows. She gasped.
"How long have you been there?"she inquired.
"Long enough to know you are definitely not telling me something. And to know not to be within your reach whenever you're angry." Jace replied, coming to stand in front of her. He took the knives out of her hands, gently, just in case, brushing his fingers lightly over her skin. She closed her eyes and sighed , his touch bringing her comfort. He smiled,his golden eyes warm.
"I'm not hiding anything from you.." she told him,looking up at him, her green eyes boring into his.
"Did I do something?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"No .no .no" she assured him, cupping his face."You are perfect." His face lit up and he placed his hands on her waist."Then? And don't tell me there's nothing going on. You just slaughtered that dummy." he said, pointing at the collapsed dummy.
Clary chuckled."I was just thinking about the baby.."she whispered, looking at her feet.
"Oh..that.." Jace said in a nervous tone."Do you.. um.. want to start trying? Get off the pill?"
"I don't know.. I mean.. some of the girls are already pregnant.. Izzy has gotten off the pill already, just so her hormone levels would go back to normal, cause these pills aren't always that good."
"Oh, so they're trying for a baby?"
Clary gave a nervous laugh."Nope. They switched to condoms. They're still postponing the baby."
"Wow, you guys really tell each other everything huh?"
"Pretty much, yes." she shrugged.
"So.."he wiggled his eyebrows."Do you tell her how insanely good I am in bed?"he gloated, giving her a cocky smirk.
"Well, you certainly have a good opinion about your performance." she squinted her eyes at him.
He gasped, placing a hand over his heart."Are you saying that I don't rock your world every night?"he feigned hurt.
"Maybe you do, maybe you don't ..I don't know" she shrugged, teasing him.
" That's it. No more sex for you, missy." he pointed a finger at her.
"Puh-lease, as if you could keep your pants on around me." she replied, crossing her arms.
"Look who's talking, little miss 'I don't even bother to put on pijamas and sleep in my underwear instead to entice my hot stallion husband' " he mocked her.
"Ha. Fine. I'll dress like a nun ,then."she rolled her eyes.
Jace's eyes went wide. "Whoa, whoa. Hey, Clary, Clary ,let's not get ahead of ourselves." he said, gesturing with his hands.
"Well, stop mocking me and my nakedness as if you're a poor innocent victim" she poked his chest.
"I am a poor, innocent victim. You know, I was a virgin when I married you."
Clary started laughing histerically."You?! A virgin?Please ! You've been eye-fucking me since the first moment you saw me." she smirked at him.
He rolled his eyes."Fine. You caught me. " he slumped his shoulders in defeat.
"Seriously, the kid thing though." she said, her face turning grave.
"We could switch to condoms for a while, then decide when we want to have the baby." he replied, relaxed.
Clary nodded , contemplating the situation."Okay, then ..."
I know it's extremely short, as I said, I've not been very inspired over the last few days. Suggestions would be more than welcome . You can review or PM me, I love getting messages from you can ask me or tell me anything related to The Mortal Instruments.
-Kisses, little nephilims !