AN: So I got some review on the last chapter and people really wanted me to update so here it is. Enjoy. :)
Pregnant? I can't be pregnant.
"And that's not a mistake?" I ask, confused.
"Not at all. Congratulations, sweetie. You're gonna be a mom." Dr. Penhallow gets up and she turns to me.
"Okay, so, I can now allow visitors inside. Who would you like to see first?"
"Jace," I say, immediately.
"Sure," my doctor walks out of the room. I can see her talking to Jace through the window. He raises an eyebrow and glances over at me. I give him a small simile and give a half-hearted wave.
Jace walks in and he grins at me.
"Hey, Tiny," he says, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Hey, Rapunzel," I grin when he frowns. I pat the chair next to me and he comes over and sits on it.
"So, what's up? I thought that you'd want to see your family or Alec first," Jace raises his eyebrows.
"We have to talk."
"What about?"
I take a deep breath.
"Jace, I-I'm pregnant," I manage to choke out before I can burst into tears. Which I do.
"It's okay," Jace whispers, pressing his lips to my temple. "Don't cry, baby, don't cry. We'll figure this out."
My heart flutters when he uses the endearment.
"But I'm too young, Jace. I'm too young. I'm broken. I'm too broken to raise this baby and it won't be safe. I just... I just can't."
"Do you want to have an abortion or give it away?"
"No! No. I don't believe that any child deserves that. I want to keep it, if that's okay with you."
"It's perfect, Rouge," Jace whispers, kissing away my tears.
"Thank you, Jace. Thank you." I smile a small smile, snuggling my head into jace's chest.
I get out of the hospital two days later. Turns out that when I fell, I hit my head on the dresser and got a concusion. My dad was arrested yesterday and so was Jonathan. My mom was put into hospitalization. Turns out that she had post-natal depression and insomnia. They're trying to get her therapy but it's like she's on a completely different planet.
They're now looking for a foster home for me, though I'm not sure who I'll end up with. For now, though, I staying right the Lightwoods. When Izzy, Alec, Maryse, and Max found out about the pregnancy, all of their reactions were completely different. Isabelle was excited. Way too excited for a 3rd party witness. Alec was mad. He gave me and Jace the silent treatment for a whole day. He thawed with me after less than a day. He's still ignoring Jace. Maryse was beyond happy. She loved the idea of Jace and I having kids. Robert Lightwood, head of the Lightwood family, is coming back today. He works in Dubai and Skypes his family every day. It's really sweet.
"So, do you guys want to know the gender of the baby at all?" Izzy asks me as we return from the mall.
"Yeah, we're finding out tomorrow. We have an ultrasound appointment."
we finally get back to the house and Iz heads to her room. I, however, walk over to the couch and heave myself on it. Suddenly, I have an idea.
I run to the kitchen, grabbing a small knife from the knife block. I stare at my arms and the words etched there in fancy cursive:
You can never be safe. Others can try to protect you, sure. But you are never safe. There's always a way into things. Like there was a way into my heart. I gave my heart to you. Though I was never in love with you. I was in love with the idea of being in love with you. That's all gone now. We're over. Love doesn't exist, unless you're in some kind of fantasy. Fantasies can create illusions in which you get lost in. There's always been a thin line between fantasy and reality in my world. I tend to stay in fantasy.
This is all on my left arm. I start my engravings on my right arm. I'm about halfway through when someone comes in through the front door.
"Clary!" Jace calls, slamming the front door shut behind him.
Dammit.
I drop the knife on the carpet in shock. The carpet now has a line of blood streaked across it.
"Clary?" I here Jace's voice right next to me. His golden eyes are widen than normal and they're glued to the floor. They start darting from my right forearm to the knife.
"Did you do this to yourself?" His voice is angry.
"I'm sorry, Jace, it just takes away some of the pain and-"
"No, Clary. I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself like this anymore."
I suddenly burst into tears. I've been doing this way too often these days. I'm all hormonal and gross. Ew.
"Is it because I'm too ugly? That if I cut myself, I'll become uglier and you can't bare too look at me? Is that it?"
"No, Clary. You're fucking perfect. Why can't you just see that?" Jace sits down beside me and puts his head in his hands. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry. It's just… I don't understand why you do this to yourself. It's not good for you and it's not good for the baby."
I start to dry my eyes.
"So about the baby," I start reluctantly. "We need names."
Jace looks up and smiles.
"Any ideas?"
"I think I might have one," I grin.
AN: So I need gender and name suggestions in the reviews. Cause I don't want to make people unhappy. Please review! :)