Yes, it is a Clace pregnancy. I know they are quite common. But, this is a Clace pregnancy with a slight twist...
Please bear with me. The characters are a bit OC, particularly Robert. :)
I put my head in my hands. Well, more accurately, I vomited in the toilet, then put my head in my hands. I sat there until I regained my stomach. As soon as I could stand, I called a goodbye to Jocelyn, and headed to the Institute.
-_-_-_-Time Passes-_-_-_-
"Hey Clary! Come on in!"
Isabelle cheerfully greeted me at the door. I did not return the mood.
"Where's Jace?"
"Um, in his room. Is everything okay?"
I grunted, and walked past her.
-_-_-_-Time Passes-_-_-_-
I slammed Jace's door open.
"I'm going to kill you!"
He looked at me strangely from his bed, where he was reading The Hobbit.
I scowled at him, and barely made it to his adjacent bathroom before barfing in his toilet. I rinsed my mouth, and went back into his room.
"Clary, are you sick? Do you need to lie down?"
He was anxiously looking at me.
"No, I'm not sick, dammit! You… You…"
I lost my composure, sat down on the floor, and started to cry.
"Oh, Clary. What's wrong? You can tell me anything, you know."
He didn't come near me, probably afraid I would hit him. Either that, or throw up on him, I thought dryly. Boys- terrified of throw up and crying girls.
After a while, I regained my composure enough to speak.
I softly said
"I'm pregnant, Jace."