CHAPTER 3

It's been two months since I told Jace I'm pregnant and I'm beginning to show. We haven't told our parents or anyone else yet but they're becoming suspicious of all the weight I'm putting on. Jace has tried persuading me but I'm scared of how they will react.

Most mornings I wake up and throw up while I'm still at Luke's and now they're growing worried. We've agreed today that we will tell them finally, before I really do begin to show. We wander down the hallway, hand in hand, towards the library where no doubt Maryse and Robert Lightwood would be.

Their heads turn in our direction as we slip in and Maryse smiles warmly at us. She sets a book and a pen aside and turns all of her attention to us.

"Clary, Jace, what can we do for you?"

Jace glances at me warily, I nod. "Well, we have something important to tell you."

Robert raises an eyebrow. "Oh?" He says.

I suddenly reach down and grip Jace's hand in an almost bone breaking pressure, forgetting about the risk of his skin touching mine. Although he still squeezes it reassuringly. "I'm pregnant." I blurt out so quickly that I'm not sure if they'll catch it.

They must have because their faces go white as a sheet of paper and their jaws have dropped to hit the floor. I turn my head and bury it into Jace's chest just as a spark ignites and tips my forehead. We both jump apart but neither Robert nor Maryse seem to notice it because they are both staring at each other, at a loss for words.

Finally Maryse is the one to break the uncomfortable silence. "Well, then, that was a shock but congratulations."

"Thank you, Maryse. We have to go tell Clary's parents now." She nods and we both say our goodbyes.

I don't speak a word as we ride in the taxi towards Luke's. Jace glances over at me. "Hey, everything will be ok."

I flash him a small smile. "Have you met my mother?" I ask him.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Even still, she's going to be ecstatic." I laugh at his choice of words.

"Clary," he begins tentatively. I look up at him, listening to whatever he has to tell me. "I went to the Silent Brothers yesterday, after you left."

My eyes widen to the size of saucers. "You what? Why?"

"To find a cure."

"But they said that there wasn't."

He nods, "I know but I went back to see if they had discovered anything."

"And?" I prompt.

"Well, they had…" Worry seeps in, he is holding back, I can tell. "In order to remove the holy fire from within me, I have to die and then be brought back, it's risky but it could just—"

"Jace! No, you can't seriously be considering this option!" I reply, panicking. What if he was to die but not be able to be brought back? I wouldn't be able to deal with that.

"Clary," he says softly. "I thought you wanted this rid of me, I certainly do."

"Of course I do!" I reply as I step out of the cab and watch as it pulls away from the curb. We now stand in front of the farm house. "But not this way! I'm scared, Jace."

"Clary, I'd never leave you, you know that right?"

"But how do we know what fate will do? Jace, please, if you died and didn't come back, I don't think I would live my own life much longer…"

His eyes widen, "Clary, don't talk like that. If I go, you have to promise me that you'll keep living, for me, for our baby." I nod. "Say it." He prompts.

"I promise," I reply, but that might not be the actual case when grief and shock set in, but I don't mention that.

With a sigh, we walk into the farm house, side by side, to tell my mother and Luke that I'm having a baby.