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Clary's POV
five months...
Jace set next to me on the cushioned exam table in the doctor's office, his knee bouncing up and down and making the butcher paper that lay on top of it crunch and crinkle. "Jace," I said softly, placing my hand on his knee to stop the shaking. His expression when he looked down at me was startlingly unguarded, beneath his amber eyes I could see the anxious, thoughtful boy underneath- the real Jace that he hid so often from the world. My annoyance at his nervous habits melted into an overwhelming feeling of gratitude, for him, for the baby, for everything, and I wrapped my arms around his neck in a fierce hug. It was then that the doctor stepped into the room with a soft knock. Immediately Jace's knee relapsed into its rhythm.
After explaining what he was about to do, and all about the baby at its current age, I was finally lain down on the table, my protruding belly smeared with a cold blue gel. I shivered as the doctor slowly moved the little gray thing, that looked remarkably like a sensor, around on my stomach, staring in awe at the faint outline of a face in the image projected on the wall. "Good news, looks like everybody's healthy, and the baby's growing nicely," he said with a smile. "Would you like to know the gender?" he asked, his eyes looking between me and Jace. Jace gave my hand a little squeeze and I breathed a soft "yes."
"Congratulations, you're going to have a son."
Jace's POV
I sucked in a deep breath as the words rolled over me. I'd known what was coming for months now, but the doctor's words suddenly made it so real. I turned to Clary, who sat looking up at me with those bright green eyes, shining from happy tears. I was going to have a son. Me. A father. So many emotions swirled in my gut, worry, joy, terror, but most of all, love. I wrapped my arms around Clary bringing her gently towards me, and kissed her. It was a kiss so different from the ones we had shared when we were young, soft and slow, without the ferocity and desperation of youth, but it was better, the love we shared had deepened with time and with memories.