Another Clace one shot/mini story! This takes place one year after my other one-shot (eight years after CoHF) Clary is 24, Jace is 25. Clary's POV
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I rolled over in bed to find Jace had already gotten up, and slid my feet out of bed. Shivering as my feet hit the cool wood floors I padded quietly down the hall of our third story studio apartment in search of him. Following my nose I arrived at the kitchen, where Jace stood cooking breakfast. "What'cha making?" I asked him, wrapping my arms around his bare torso from behind. "Just bacon," he replied, giving my hand a squeeze. At the mention of bacon I felt a wave of nausea come up, and ran to the bathroom. Jace followed quickly, knocking on the door as I heaved the contents of last night's dinner into the toilet. "Clary? Clary are you okay?" he asked from the other side of the closed door, his worry plain in his voice. "Fine. I'm fine," I mumbled as I stood up and went to the sink to brush my teeth.
One Week Later
Jace held my hair as I emptied the content of my stomach for the tenth time this week. "Clary," he began tentatively. "No, Jace," I replied, cutting him off before he could say anything else. I was tired and hungry and I really didn't feel like arguing about going to the doctor's for the hundredth time. "Clary, you're being ridiculous. If its just the flu, then fine, we wasted a couple hours, but we really should go and make sure. You've been sick like this all week. You're starting to worry me," he said softly. Knowing that he wouldn't give up, and too exhausted to say much more, I finally relented with a grumble.
By the time Jace pulled into the hospital parking lot I felt better, my breath was minty and fresh, free from the taste of the morning's events, and my hair was washed and pulled up in a high ponytail. Jace smiled at me as we stepped out of the car, relieved not only that my nausea had subsided for the time being, but that he had finally convinced me to forget the healing runes and try a real doctor.
The two of us sat in silence as we waited for the doctor to return with my blood and urine samples, and Jace absent-mindedly stroked my back, his fingers subconsciously moving in the shape of an iratze. We both looked up as the doctor stepped in holding a clipboard. "Clary," he began, "I have great news." "See Jace," I interrupted, "I'm not really sick. Just the stomach flu or something, nothing fatal." I flashed him a smug grin. "Well you're right when you say that you're not really sick," the doctor replied, "but I'm afraid you don't have the stomach flu either." I felt Jace's arm tense beside mine, and I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. The doctor looked at each of us for a moment, his lips pursed ever so slightly. "Clary," he spoke softly, "you're pregnant."
I let out a soft gasp, and turned to Jace. He wrapped his arm protectively around me, and held my gaze. His face showed no sign of emotion, but his eyes were full of love and wonder and maybe a little bit of fear. After a long second he broke into one of his heart stopping lopsided grins. "Who would've thought we'd beat Simon and Izzy to it?" he joked. Simon and Izzy had been trying for months now with no luck, but while Jace and I hadn't been trying, we hadn't exactly been careful either. As he spoke I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I was anxious, terrified and uncertain, but with Jace by my side, we could do this, we could be parents.
- To Be Continued upon reader's request... in other words, comment with your feedback and let me know anything that you might want to see in future one-shots!