Sorry, this chapter is short. But I felt Ike I needed to end it where I did. I really appreciate all the follows & favorites. I could REALLY use some more reviews. Hope you like this chapter. *does drumroll* It's kid of the moment we've all been waiting for (I think?). -Mermaid121108
It was raining. Big fat raindrops, you can barely see outside your window, kind of rain. And instead of sitting at home enjoying the calming rain, Clary was riding a cab down to the store again. She'd been up since the ungodly hour of 5:00 AM, clutching the toilet bowl as she upchucked her dinner from last night. Last night had been amazing. Her art was displayed, and everyone loved it. She even had about 20 purchase orders. Twenty! She had been blown away from the response. Simon, Isabelle, Rebecca (Simon's sister), Simon's mom, her mom and brother, her stepdad Luke, Max (Izzy & alec's little brother), Izzy & Alec & Max's parents, and even Jace had all come to support her. Her, Jace, Simon, Izzy, and Alec had all eaten at Taki's afterwards. Clary pulled her hood over her head as she stepped out of the cab, running into the store since the meter was running. She walked down the isle that led to the coolers of drinks. She knocked a thing of chap stick down with her shoulder when she was halfway down the isle. Cursing, she picked it up and placed it back on the shelf behind her. She turned back to the front, pausing when she saw what was in front of her. An array of boxes of tampons and other feminine hygiene products stared back at her. Clary walked forward, picking up a box of her normal brand. Come to think of it, she should've had her period by now. She did the mental math, her stomach sinking as she redid the calculations a second, third, and even a fourth time. She was over a month late. And she had been sick, for weeks on end. With her hands shaking, Clary looked to the right of the tampons, to the shelves full of tiny little boxes. There seemed to be a billion, all promising to do different things. How did people even do this? How was she supposed to know which one to pick? Swallowing, she grabbed a few different kinds. She chose the ones that looked the most promising, like the ones that were number one, and promised to be super accurate. She fit them into the crook of one arm, running and picking out a two liter of ginger ale and another box of saltines. She placed her stuff on the counter, fumbling with her wallet as she pulled it out of her purse. The woman who rang her up looked at her pitifully, and Clary wanted to cry. She hurried back to the cab with her purchases, her heart slamming against her ribs the entire ride home. She paid the driver and ran up the steps, slamming the door behind her after she stepped inside her warm apartment. She placed the soda in the fridge and put the crackers on the counter and then walked into the bathroom, turning the plastic bag upside down and emptying the contents onto the counter. She grabbed the box closest to her, reading the instructions. Twenty minutes later, her phone dinged, and she forced herself to pull on her big girl panties and walked into the bathroom. Feeling like she might pass out, she picked up the stick. She gripped the counter, her knees feeling weak as she read the word in that tiny little window. PREGNANT.
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Five hours and a million cups of water later, Clary sat with her back against the cupboard, hugging her knees to her chest. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." She whispered over and over again. She'd taken five tests and gotten the same result from every one. She closed her eyes, but that little pink plus sign was burned into her eyelids. One of the tests had even given her a rough estimate of how far along she was. 5-6 weeks, it had said. How could she have been pregnant for that long and not known? She thought back to the last month, and wanted to slap herself for not recognizing the symptoms. Since when did she gain weight, especially since she threw up just about everything she ate? Taking a deep breath, Clary forced herself to stand, looking in the mirror. She was paler than usual, her eyes wide and terrified. She turned to the side, slowly pulling up her shirt. Holy shit. Just below her navel, not noticeable to anyone but Clary, there was a slightly raised edge to Clary's stomach. She had thought that women normally didn't start to show this early, but Clary was so skinny, it was entirely possible. Her ringtone rang out from the living room suddenly. She dropped her shirt, walking out of the bathroom and picked up her phone. She hit answer, putting it to her ear. She hoped her voice didn't shake when she said "Hello?"
"I'M ENGAGED!" Isabelle screamed on the other end, making Clary wince.
"We were sitting on the couch, watching the latest Star Wars movie-he's lucky I love him-and he commented about how perfect this was, us all cuddled together, with him playing with my hair, and all that. And then he pulls out the ring, and he gives this whole speech-AAAHHH! I can't believe this happened."
"Congrats, Iz." Clary said, forcing as much cheer into her voice as she could muster, when she felt like her world was imploding on itself.
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