A/N: Hey guys! Here is chapter three!

Someone asked why Sebastian killed Clary's brother, and she honestly doesn't know, which is why I haven't said. It will come around when his trial starts.

Clary paced back and forward in the lot, feeling her nerves gripping at her. She and Sebastian were going to try to have a mediation first, but she knew this would end up in court anyways. There was no way he was going to give her everything during the first try. He was greedy and selfish, even if he was in prison, he wouldn't want to give up his belongings.

"Clary, let's go." Alec hung up the phone, and headed into the prison. Clary followed a step behind him. The prison felt cold. Clary crossed her arms over her stomach, stress creeping over her neck. She walked through the metal detector after removing her shoes, jacket, and belt. She reached for her belt, but the guard said that she wasn't allowed to have it back. Her heart felt tight in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

The prison unsettled her. Everything was white with buzzing, blinding lights above. She could hear metal clang for the cell doors opening and closing. Everything felt hallow and clinical.

"Hold you head high. Don't show any weakness." Alec placed his hand on her back, leading her down the hall. They stepped into a small room, where Sebastian was sitting at a metal table. He was handcuffed to it, with his vicious lawyer sitting next to him. Clary glanced around the room and saw a guard in the corner. There was another guy sitting at the end of the table. The mediator, Clary assumed. She sat across from Sebastian, and felt her stomach drop. He looked rough and angry. She adjusted herself in the seat, tying to steady her breath.

"Nervous?" Sebastian asked, eyeing her carefully.

Clary leaned over to Alec. "Tell him that I don't want him to speak to me," she whispered, settling back in her seat.

"Mr. Velrac, my client would not like you to speak to her directly. She has kindly agreed to try to mediate with you about the divorce, but we will take this up in front of judge since these are special circumstances." Alec was good at spinning words.

"Are you serious?" Sebastian glared at her, unwilling to put up with one demand. "I can talk to you however I please!" he snarled, as Lilith put a hand on his shoulder.

"Sebastian, I would suggest agreeing to her request." She spoke softly to him. Clary felt a pang of jealousy run through her. How dare she touch him? "Now, I have been reading through your prenup and I think-"

"We want the prenup to be considered null and void," Alec interrupted almost immediately.

"You signed a prenup before you were married, therefore Sebastian owes Clary nothing. Everything that she owns was bought by him. She shouldn't receive anything out of this divorce," Lilith demanded, looking at Clary, who felt heat trickle up her neck.

"That was before he murdered her brother, and attempted to murder her and her unborn child." Alec's voice was firm and direct. "She wants everything. He is going to be going to prison for life anyway. Why should he get half?" He smirked over at Sebastian, who was now fuming.

"That is out of the question, and my client hasn't been found guilty yet." Lilith also looked mad now, and Clary realized this was becoming a very hostile environment.

"Can you guys excuse us for a minute?" She glanced between the lawyers. She knew she needed to get this to simmer down.

"Clary, I don't think this is a good idea," Alec whispered in her ear, as her heart started to burn in her chest. She gulped thickly, knowing it was a side effect of the baby growing in her stomach. She ran her fingers over her stomach, taking a small breath. She looked back up at Sebastian, and knew that this mediation was never going to work. He just wanted to get her here, and she didn't feel like dragging this out longer than she had to.

"Give us a minute," she repeated softly.

"Okay. We'll be right outside the door." Alec glanced between her and her husband before motioning Lilith and the mediator to stand up. The guard stayed in place. Clara grunted softly, her heart gurgling with heat.

"Alright." She nodded, inhaling an annoyed breath.

"Thought you didn't want me talking to you." He leaned against the table, pointing his gaze at her.

"You obviously knew that this was never going to work, so why did you want me here?" she snapped, crossing her arms.

"You're getting smarter." He smirked, sitting back in his seat.

"Well, I had to because my husband betrayed me in every sense of the word," she barked, and he didn't even show a hint of regret.

"I like you better now. More feisty. I was getting bored." He smirked at her, making her adjust uncomfortably in her seat.

"Shut up." She placed her hand over her heart, feeling the heart burn get worse.

"You okay there?" He chuckled.

"I have heart burn," she grumbled, throwing him a nasty look.

"Cause of the baby?" He raised an eyebrow.

"My baby is none of your business," she barked, getting to her feet.

"I believe it is. I got you pregnant." He gritted his teeth. That when she broke her control.

"Did you ever care about me?" she exclaimed, anger boiling in her chest.

"No." He cocked his head to the side, seeming curious about what she wanted. "Actually, I cared about parts of you. Your reputation. Your vagina. That was about it." He shrugged.

"You are a dick. You ruined my life because you wanted to have sex with me and use me as eye candy." She shoved her chair into its place, making her stomach turn over. "I hate you." She turned on her heels and headed towards the door.

"No."

She paused in front of the door at his words.

"You don't hate me. Or else you wouldn't have asked me if I cared. You're getting smarter. Keep working on it." He chuckled. "You know, if you want to come for a conjugal visit before we are officially divorced let me know." He was pushing at her buttons. She stepped out the door, and found Alec waiting for her.

"We're going to court." She kept walking out down the hall, and Alec caught up next to her. "I got more info for our case in court." She rested her hand over her heart.

"Great." Alec grinned faintly at her.

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"I have to pee. Again," Clary groaned, getting to her feet. She had been peeing every five minutes since she got back from prison, and her heart burn had only gotten worse. She grumbled to herself, sucking it up. This was the only good thing going for her right now, and she was going to enjoy it.

She got to the bathroom, and Alec was rummaging through the medicine cabinet. "What are you looking for?" Clary asked, bringing her sweater around her body.

"Allergy meds. Whenever those cherry trees blossom, my nose hates me," he huffed, pulling out some pills. "Are these your old birth control?" He held them in front of her.

"Yeah, why?" She gave him a strange look, as she took it from his hands.

"Izzy takes this stuff, and these are the wrong pills. Sebastian got you pregnant on purpose." He leaned back against the sink, pinching the brim of his nose.

"What do you mean he got me pregnant on purpose?!" she exclaimed, throwing the fake pills across the bathroom. "I'm going to kill him. It's final. I want him dead. The only good thing I have in my life was forced on me because my psychotic husband switched my birth control pills!" She kicked the wall. "Ow..." she winced, grabbing her foot.

"Clary, I'm sorry." Alec put his hand on her arm, and she felt completely deflated.

"I'm so done with this bull crap," she huffed. "I have to pee." She shook her head, trying to get a grasp on her life once again.

"I'll get out of your way." He gave her a sympathetic look, as he backed out of the bathroom.

After doing her business, she looked in the mirror. She didn't recognize herself. Her face was pale, while her skin was covered in sweat. She lifted her oversized t-shirt and saw the little bump forming on her lower stomach. She trailed her fingers over it, knowing that it was her little baby. She was angry at Sebastian for getting her pregnant, but it gave her a reason to be happy. She had some trouble getting her clothes on the past few days, which was disappointing. She was going to have to buy new clothes. She put her shirt down and ran her fingers through her locks.

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Clary hummed quietly, swaying to the soft music she'd turned on. It was the first time she woke up and wasn't feeling sick. It was nice. She didn't feel like she had to worry about anything, which was a first since her husband was arrested. She hummed to the music as she cut up her fruit for the breakfast. The muesli she was going to eat with it was on the stove. Her diet plan was all about staying healthy, and to keep most of her pregnancy symptoms at bay.

She sat at the kitchen island to eat, and gazed out the window. She was going to go out today. She didn't know why she wanted to go out or where she was going, but she was going to go out. She was going to feel the sun on her skin, and she was going to lay in the grass. She loved the outdoors, and she had been so cooped up the past two months that it was about time for her to venture outside again.

After she ate, she put together her lunch and her snacks before venturing outside.

She found herself in front of Hillwood Estate. It was one of the most beautiful places in DC. There were plants everywhere, and it was filled with old relics. She didn't want to go on a tour, but she wanted to lie in the grass under the trees. She parked in the lot and wandered down to the fields of grass. She found a nice place not too far from the building, and put a blanket on the ground.

She sighed contently, feeling the sun beam down on her. She laid there for a while, soaking in the sounds of bird and the leaves swaying in the wind. She loved nature.

"You know we just keep bumping into each other," a male voice said, breaking her out of her relaxation. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and saw Jace Herondale, the man who held her hair back while she both physically and mentally broke down. She felt heat rise to her cheeks, remembering how embarrassing those events were.

"Yes, we do." She cleared her throat, tucking her legs underneath herself. She didn't understand why he kept being nice to her. He was the only person who'd been nice to her. Everyone else stared or ignored her, which made her feel very isolated.

"Can I sit with you?" He asked with a faint smile on his lips. She didn't know if she should, but then she remembered him carrying her to the couch after being sick. Very few guys could be around a girl throating up, let alone hold back there hair and rub her back.

"I feel like you kind of earned it." She laughed awkwardly, as she pulled out her lunch. He grunted softly when his butt hit the ground. She pulled out her salad for lunch, feeling like her face was bright red. It'd been a long time since she'd had lunch with a man who wasn't her husband. She lived with Alec, yes, but they were friends. This was different. She didn't know Jace. She didn't know what he wanted from her. They sat together eating in quiet. She didn't know what to say. He seemed to be perfectly content sitting in this tense silence. Or maybe she was just tense. "Thank you for the other day," she spoke up minutes later, trying to end the silence.

"I was just trying to help." He shrugged it off, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Are you feeling better? I had a feeling that was more than just morning sickness." He looked at her sympathetically.

"Yeah, I'm doing much better. I hadn't really let myself cry about everything that had been going on, and that morning was particularly sucky. I just broke," she said softly, jamming her fork in her salad. She hated feeling that weak.

"You're allowed to break down." His voice was gentle and kind. She didn't know what to say back, so she elected to say nothing. He seemed content with that response because he didn't try to dig any further. He didn't even look like he wanted to dig.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be working or something?" She didn't mean to sound rude, but it definitely came out that way.

"I'm on my lunch break." He chuckled, leaning back against his hands. "I don't like eating at the capitol. It's full of stuffy old people. This place is peaceful. It's a nice escape," he explained.

"Oh." She looked at her salad, feeling her heart get heavy in her chest. "You took Sebastian's job?" she asked, gulping heavily. She didn't want to talk about him, but he didn't know what to talk about. He'd been her life for almost a decade. She hadn't pursued a career because of him. She hadn't stayed in New York like she'd always wanted.

"Yeah, it's a real mess right now. I'm working on cleaning it all up," he huffed, shaking his head. "Sebastian really mucked a lot of things up, which is interesting and annoying." He sighed, looking over at her. "But you don't want to talk about this." He grinned at her, knowing that this topic made her uncomfortable. She didn't understand how he could interpret her so well. It was kind of unsettling, but it was also nice. She didn't have to spell out what she was feeling or thinking, which was strange. It wasn't a bad strange, though. She actually kind of liked it, but she would never say that. "What have you been up to?" He changed the subject.

"Nothing," she scoffed. Besides the trail, she felt like her life was endless cycle of nothing. She'd hardly left Alec's apartment these past few weeks.

"You've been doing something. What have you been doing?" he questioned, encouraging her to speak.

"I've been watching a lot of cooking channels." She felt herself smile a little. "I've been preparing all my pregnancy food, which can be very elaborate." She felt her cheeks get warm because once again the day felt like a good day. He didn't want to talk about her husband. He wanted to talk about her. "Umm... Oh, baby yoga. That's fun." She laughed, realizing that she spent a lot more time doing things for her pregnancy then she thought. It made sense though. Everything that she had been doing that didn't involve her divorce was about her baby. She loved this baby. It was the only thing that was truly about her and no one else.

"You have a nice laugh." Jace smiled at her.

"Thank you." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a little flustered at his compliment.

"What does baby yoga entail?" he asked with a smile across her lips.

"Normal yoga with a pregnant belly." She snickered, swaying slightly.

"I see." He nodded, glancing around the park. "I would love to stay and talk more, but I have to get back to work." He sighed, pushing himself up to his feet. He buttoned his jacket.

"Have fun." She pulled her knees to her chest, but knew work for him probably wasn't that fun.

Jace took a few steps away before he paused, and turned back around. "Do you want to get a drink with me?" he asked.

"I can't drink." She chewed on the inside of her cheek, feeling her heart beat a little faster. She was hoping her pregnancy excuse would get her out of it.

"Come on, you can have a ginger ale." The side of his mouth tugged up, and he looked at her with kindness.

"Okay..." she stammered, gulping heavily.

"Friday at 8." He nodded, slowly backing away from her.

A/N: I hoped you guys liked it. My beta really liked this chapter, and I did too.

What did you think of Sebastian? I think in the books he is in the most epic bad guy ever!

What do you think of Jace?

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