Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to update this. My life has kinda been turned upside down and I had writers block and I didn't like the way my story was going to end up. Nevertheless, here's a new chapter.

Magnus found me in the closet an hour later. He didn't say anything, he just sat next to me. That's the thing with him, he understands when you just don't want to talk.

"You should talk to him, you know?" he said after a considerable amount of time has passed.

"I know, I just.. I don't even know what I'd say. "Oh hey sorry you knocked up Aline." It just isn't right. After everything I still can't keep him. After everything I have to watch him be with someone else. I don't want to have to watch that, I don't want to watch him love someone else."

Magnus took hold of my hand. "This is where you don't go it alone, you don't move away for years. You lean on your friends, you're allowed to be vulnerable Clary. You're human. I'm not going to defend Jace but think about it from his view, he only just got the girl back he's pined after for years and now, now he has to give you up because he's afraid, he doesn't want his child to grow up without a proper family, like he did. You understand him much better than the rest of us, talk to him, without shouting."

I nodded at Magnus, sometimes he's much older than what he should be with advise like that. Magnus passed me his phone since I'd broken mine, I typed in the message "We need to talk, My house after school – Clary." and sent it. Magnus made the final hair and make up checks before we left the closet.

"It'll be alright Clary." Magnus stated as we walked to class.

Jace was sat on his car waiting for me to come home as I turned the corner on my bike. He eventually followed me into my house I'd sat down purely to distance myself away from him.

I'd already written what I wanted to know from him. It was a habit I do when things got complicated, when I couldn't keep my thoughts together I'd write them down. The note was crumpled from constant opening and closing it and fumbling around with it while I waited for Jace to speak.

Jace sighed, running through his hands through his hair while he walked up and down collecting his thoughts. He notices my note in my hands as I refold it to close up.

"May I?" He asks gesturing at the note, he knows me too well. I nod at him and let him take it from my hands.

He starts reading the note, I watch for any kind of reaction from him, but he stands expressionless. His eyes not giving anything away.

"Right." He states running a hand through his hair. "You have to believe me Clare, I didn't want this to happen, I didn't want her, I don't want a child. I just want you. I have always only wanted you. I never meant to hurt you and I have yet again. I'd give up everything to not be in this situation, to not have a child while we're at school, to not be a father to anyone apart from our children, I wanted a little you getting stuck in trees daydreaming away, I wanted to be proud of every art work that she'd bring home to show me but I can't have that.. I can't leave this poor child without trying to be at least a decent father to it. It deserves that much, no one deserves to grow up without their dad."

I can see the truth in his eyes, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. If anything it hurts more that he'd imagined being with me so far in his life that we'd have children.

"I know, I hate how much we've been through to finally sort it out and it all just ends so badly. You're going to be a great father you know? You're not like him, you never have been." I sigh loudly "I guess it's back to being friends, well as friendly as you can be when you love someone you can't have." I laugh dryly.

Jace bends down in front of me and holds my hands. I stare into his eyes for a moment, they're glazing over, like when you're trying not to cry. It hurts that he's nearly crying, he hasn't cried in years.

"I'm always going to love you Clare, no matter what happens, you're the one who changed me and made me into a better person. You're the girl who made me realise that loving someone doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong. You made me strong again." He kisses my hand. "I'm always going to be something to you, even when you move on from me. I'm always going to be something in your life."

He stands leaving me in silence. I take him in, the tiredness and reluctance to leave me, but we both know that he has to walk out the door, that he has to leave no to save us from hurting but for the child, the child that will one day learn all about his father sacrifices he made for it.

I nod at him, silently telling him that we're okay, well will be and that it is okay for him to go because it's hard being around each other at the moment. The pain is still fresh like a wound. It hasn't healed enough yet, but in time like any wound, it heals and so will we.

I'm such a crappy updater. Thank you to those who have stayed and continued reading this story, the people who keep telling me to update. I promise chapter nine will be up eventually, just bare with me a little longer.