Sorry I haven't updated it a while... I've been super busy puppy sitting and also summer band rehearsals started last week, and also I got back from Canada (yes that's where I was) last Saturday, so it was a total mess lol.
This chapter is really short. Just a filler.
I wanted to reply to an unsigned review...The CricketsCrocket I think?
I appreciate constructive criticism. But I don't like flaming, because it doesn't help me. So next time you review please tell why and what I can do better, okay?
And also I'm just going to pass your review as flaming because it contradicts with all the other ones :) and you didn't give me a reason. This story is not supposed to have a ton of detail by the way, it's just supposed to be for fun and not very serious. So I'm not gonna waste hours on detail.
Thanks for all the reviews :) You guys rock.
City of Bones had been a huge hit. Tickets were sold out every night for a week, and it is one of the top movies for this year. Delilah had already released to the press that the sequel is being made, and it will be called City of Ashes. Filming was to start next month.
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Luke couldn't feel his fingers. He winced in pain as the bones in his hand made a sharp grinding sound. Glancing down at his wife, he forced a smile on his face.
"You're doing great honey," he assured, feeling like a horrible husband at this point.
She glared at him, her eyes narrowing. Drops of moisture ran down her forehead and into her hair, which clung to her skin in sweaty tendrils.
"Just shut up and hope I don't kill you later," she hissed, gritting her teeth and enduring another push.
"Come on Jocelyn, almost there, just one more push-" the doctor encouraged.
Jocelyn gripped Luke's hand even harder, making it turn a darker shade of purple, and let out a light whimper as she used all her strength.
The baby's cry lit the room, and his mother relaxed, tears flowing from her eyes. Luke listened to his son's wails, heart filling with love and excitement.
"Max," he whispered, stroking Jocelyn's face, which was pinched with exhaustion.
The doctor cradled the baby in her arms and gave him to her assistants, who hurried to clean him off.
He had a son. Luke was a father.
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"He's beautiful," Jocelyn said, smiling down the baby in her arms.
Luke felt his throat tighten in joy, and tried to keep himself from leaping with happiness..
"Hey guys," someone whispered from the other side of the room.
Both Luke and Jocelyn exited their little bubble of excitement and looked up, grinning at Clary, who was standing in the doorway hand in hand with Jace.
"Clary," Jocelyn greeted. "Jace. Come in you two," she beckoned, patting her bedside.
Clary sat while Jace stood awkwardly beside Luke, with a look of embarrassment. Jace would have to get used to this family, since he was basically part of it now.
"Mom, he's so, cute… He looks like you Luke," Clary said happily, gently touching the boy's sleeping face, and twirling a finger in his tawny brown hair.
"He's got your nose, your lips, even your hair," Jocelyn pointed out, bringing her lips to Max's forehead.
Luke glanced at Jace, whose mouth turned into a small loving smile, his eyes softening as Clary kissed her brother's cheek. He had never seen this side of Jace.
"What is his middle name?" Clary asked.
"It's Lucian. Maximus Lucian," Jocelyn replied, kissing Luke's hand.
"It's perfect."
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"Maia! Come on, please talk to me," Simon pleaded, resting his palms on the door.
"Why don't you just go talk to your girlfriend?" She spouted back, her voice muffled.
"Is that was this is about?" Simon asked, appalled.
She didn't answer, and Simon flatted his back against the wood and sank to the ground. He blew away a lock of hair that was dangling in his eyes.
"We need to talk about this," he said.
"There is nothing to talk about."
"Why can't we be friends?"
"Because, it would be weird."
"UGH! What is UP with girls and their inability to be simple?" Simon groaned, pounding his fists on the floor.
"Look Maia, I like you. I like you a lot. Just not that way, you know? I'm sorry if…I hurt your feelings. But I can't live without you as a friend. Please forgive me?"
Maia didn't say anything for a while. Simon heard some loud thumps and felt the door supporting his weight disappear, causing him to tumble backwards. He looked sheepishly up at Maia, who was peering down at him with a scowl on her face.
"Fine. Friends. Call me later. Now get out," she demanded, pointing to down the hall.
"Alrighty then! I'm really sorry, again," Simon said, dodging Maia's boot and fleeing the premises.
I'm so sorry about the shortness of the chapter guys... I really am. I've just had a really busy week :( I'm sorry. Next chapter will start filming for the City of Ashes.
