A Girl Named Jaeda

by alicat28

Clace has a daughter named Jaeda. Follow her as she grows up, and follows her parent's legacy when another disaster strikes. Will she be enough to defeat the enemy? Note: It'll take a while to get to the disaster part, so if you aren't patient I wouldn't suggest reading (no offense to anyone) Note II: This used to be called Not Your Average Pregnancy, but I changed the plot a lot.

14. Chapter 14

Hey guys! Don't kill me for not updating, my mom kicked me off the computer...

Shoutouts to AnnieBea, DieHardSolangeloShipper, and ILOVECLACE.

So I have been thinking about this story, and I have so many ideas... I am planning on making this at least 100 chapters, maybe more... Should be done by the time I'm out of high school right? Just kidding... I have no idea.

Jace PoV

We sat down for dinner, and it smelled AMAZING. Like WOAH I MUST EAT NOW. We eagerly dug in, and for a while the only sounds were contented chewing. After we had finished the meal, I leaned back in my chair.

"That was amazing!"

I let out a loud belch

"Jace!"

Clary giggled and swatted my arm. Before she could remove her hand, I grabbed it, pulling her towards me so our noses were touching. I then let out a louder belch, right in her face.

We all laughed, except for Clary. She very sweetly said

"Jace?"

"Yes love?"

This couldn't be good. Clary never said things very sweetly.

Everyone at the table suddenly started laughing harder.

"Guys?"

I asked, feeling like I was missing a joke, and Jace Herondale NEVER misses jokes.

"You liked dinner right Jace?"

"Yeah it was awesome... Why?"

"Well,"

She said, smirking at me

"It may or may not have been roasted duck."

"That's what she said."

I snorted, not wanting to believe her.

"I will prove it to you."

She took my hand and pulled me to the kitchen, where she pulled a package out of the trash. The package said... THAT WORD.

"CLARISSA ADELE FRAY"

I bellowed.

She collapsed to the kitchen floor, shrieking in hysterics. I could her roars of laughter from the dining room as well.

I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

"WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!"

"This,"

Clary gasped through her laughter

"Is why you don't tickle me when I need to pee really bad. It's a little thing called revenge"

I sighed.

My stomach rolled, and I bolted for the bathroom.

Even louder laughter could now be heard.

This was going to be a long night.

So how was it? I kind of ran out of inspiration for this part at the end there, you can probably tell. Don't attack me for it's shortness, pretty please.

I have some exciting news! Last night at 12 pm, our robot went into it's bag. It is almost done, just a bit more programming! You guys probably don't care but I am super excited because this was my first year on the team. So yeah... cool stuff

Thanks for reading, don't forget to tell me what you thought on your way out!