Author's Note: This story is M rated for a reason! Don't read if you can't handle any sort of sex between two willing participants. I own none of the character which appear in the book Clockwork Angel. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Just as Will had amassed a formidable pile of clothes on the floor of his room, there was a crisp knock at the door and Will went to open it. A woman stood in the hallway, dressed in a navy blue dress and wearing a white hat on her head. She had a riot of red curly hair and piercing green eyes. She was clearly a few years older than him and was more than likely closer to Charlotte's age than his own. Will invited her in and pointed to the pile of clothes.

He knew her name was Beatrice and also knew that she had arrived sometime after Sophie had discovered she was pregnant. Will couldn't recall that time period all that well. Making the maid's life a living hell on a daily basis was no longer a priority. Of course, Will could always make an exception when the moment struck him.

"Medium to hot water for the shirts. Not too much soap; it makes me itch if you don't rinse things properly," Will said. "I'm Will Herondale." He extended his hand and gave her his best smile.

Beatrice looked up and blushed. She was shy, just like Sophie had been. Still, she put her hand out and shook his, then waited for him to let go. Only, Will didn't let go.

"Beatrice O'Connor," She said.

"You're an Irish lass, am I right?" Will asked. Beatrice nodded and Will cleared his throat. "I said, you are-"

"I am," Beatrice said. She had an accent that would have betrayed her heritage if her appearance had not. "Is this all you need washed, Master Herondale?" Will smiled and released her hand.

"I'll be needing the blanket and sheets on the bed washed as well. I plan on getting them dirty," Will said with a smirk. Beatrice avoided his eyes. "Look up, please. I find it very disrespectful when a woman doesn't make eye contact with the man who is speaking to her." Beatrice looked back at Will. "Besides, it would be a sin for you to hide your beautiful eyes behind such a bashful demeanor. Come now, sit. I know you must work very hard."

"I should be getting to the washing," Beatrice said.

"The washing can wait. Sit. I know how hard you work here," Will said. "Why don't we take a moment to get to know one another?" Beatrice blushed, and then sat down on the bed. Will sat beside her. Beatrice looked down at the floor, but Will placed a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face so that she was looking into his eyes again. Will licked his lips and smiled. "I can't tell you the last time I was in the company of such a beautiful woman. Are you married, Miss O'Connor?"

"Oh, no, Master Herondale, I am not," Beatrice said.

"A pity," Will mumbled. "Any man would be fortunate to be married to you. If I was your husband I would dress you in the finest clothing and appreciate you as though you were a fine piece of art. It is a shame you haven't a man to make you happy. Tell me, Miss O'Connor, have you at least been kissed?" Beatrice blushed deeper and shook her head. "Would you like me to be the first to kiss you?"

"Oh, Master Herondale, I don't think that is right or proper…" Beatrice began. Will ran his hand down the left side of her delicate jaw and kissed her gently upon the lips.

"You were saying?" Will asked. Beatrice placed her hand on Will's chest and Will placed his hand over it. He gazed at her with a tender expression and Beatrice smiled, just the slightest bit.

"Master Herondale," Beatrice said, "I need to get to the laundry." Will's fingers lightly caressed Beatrice's hand as he continued to look into her eyes.

"If you were my wife I would start kissing you and never stop," Will mumbled. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" Beatrice shook her head and Will released her with a nod. She stood up and began to put the laundry into a basket she had carried in. Will told her to wait a moment. He stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and dropped them to the floor.

"Master Herondale," Beatrice said. Her tone was shocked.

"Yes?" Will asked. "Is something the matter?" Beatrice took in Will's plaid boxer shorts, which were almost covered by the bottom of his shirt. Her cheeks turned bright red and she attempted to look away but looked back a moment later, her eyes looking every bit of exposed skin up and down. Will folded his pants and tossed them into the basket. "Miss O'Connor. Have you found something of interest on my body?"

"You're a beautiful boy. It's a shame that you know it," Beatrice said. Will walked over and touched her on the cheek.

"You're a beautiful girl," Will said. "Come now. Let's go to the bed and do what we both want." Will took Beatrice's hand and guided her back to the bed. They sat side by side once more. "You want me to kiss you again, yes?" Beatrice nodded so Will kissed beneath her ear, then across her right cheek, and finally on her lips. He kissed her harder, deeper, and she lifted a hand to push him away. "No?"

"This is very inappropriate," Beatrice said breathlessly.

"It can be our little secret," Will said. "I won't tell anyone. I'll keep this secret all to myself. I'm very good at keeping secrets." Beatrice smiled and resumed kissing Will. When he nudged her back onto the bed, she went willingly, and he knelt down between her legs. "You're allowed to say no, you know."

Beatrice smiled and shook her head, which confused Will for a second, until he moved his hand up her skirt, to the inside of her thigh, and she spread her knees, so he moved his hand higher and found a pair of well worn panties he pulled down.

"If I was your husband, I would buy you lovely lingerie," Will said. He tossed the panties onto the floor. "A beautiful girl deserves beautiful underclothes. May I see beneath your skirts, Miss O'Connor? I want to see what beauty you have covered up."

"Oh, Master Herondale…" Beatrice said.

"Please?" Will asked. "Oh, pretty please, Miss O'Connor?"

Beatrice looked resigned as she reached down and pulled up the hem of her dress, baring her knees, thighs, and most personal parts to Will. He looked down and gave it a quick look over, finding her to look like most any other woman he had seen. Will smiled.

"Oh, Miss O'Connor, it's beautiful, much like a rose that has not yet opened!" Will exclaimed. His smile was gleeful, and Beatrice smiled as well. "It's a shame you've kept this all to yourself. I feel like the luckiest man alive to be in the presence of such beauty."

"Master Herondale," Beatrice said. "The laundry…"

"Miss O'Connor," Will replied, "You're simply driving me insane with desire. Might I be allowed to touch you? Please, say no if I would be imposing on such loveliness."

"Touch me," Beatrice said. Will reached down and touched her carefully. She spread her knees more and so he pressed two fingers inside of her. Beatrice wiggled against him, licking her lips. Will's fingers went in to a certain point, and then felt resistance he easily pushed through. He felt both wrong and right. Beatrice gasped and Will removed his fingers.

"Have I hurt you?" Will asked. Beatrice shook her head, so Will again pressed his fingers into her. He leaned down and kissed her again. He found himself to be suitably aroused so he pulled his hand away. "I don't think I can stand this tease much longer. Perhaps you should see to the laundry, and I should see to a very cold bath." Will climbed from the bed but Beatrice asked him very quietly to return, and so Will climbed back onto the bed and resumed touching Beatrice.

It was wonderful to touch a woman in this way, and to hold such power over her. Beatrice desired Will, and Will was no stranger to a girl's desire for him. Will watched as a blush covered Beatrice's chest as he continued touching her most sensitive areas, until she was moving herself against his hand, making quiet pleasant, moans. When Will kissed her, she kissed back.

"Do you wish for me to make love to you?" Will asked.

"Make love to me, Master Herondale," Beatrice gasped. "Please, Master Herondale. I want you."

Will felt a little shock rip up his spine at her tone. With her consent, Will reached into his bedside table, brought out a condom, removed his boxer shorts, applied the condom to himself, and spread her knees even further apart. Beatrice collected her skirts so they were out of the way completely, and Will gave her what she wanted.

She cried out the first time he pushed inside of her, so Will covered her mouth with his hand and mumbled sweet, lovely words until she was finally comfortable. They began kissing again as Will thrust into her and withdrew again and again. He had been with many girls before, ones who claimed to be virgins and were and more that claimed to be virgins but weren't. With Miss O'Connor, Will could tell that this was the first time she had ever been with a man. Will smiled and looked into Beatrice's eyes.

"You really were a virgin," Will said. He laughed and Beatrice smiled shyly. "Oh, Miss O'Connor, I feel like the luckiest man alive!"

Beatrice dug her nails into Will's back and Will kissed Beatrice deeper as he thrust harder into her. She began arching her back and pushing against him, so Will thrust into her harder, relishing in the looks of pain and pleasure that crossed her face. Finally, now, he didn't feel as broken as he had been upon first arriving at the Institute. If anything, he felt stronger than ever before.

Will felt close to finishing when there was another brisk knock on the door before it opened. Will growled and pulled the back of his shirt down over his bare backside.

"Mr. Herondale!" Sophie cried. Will sighed and turned around to glare, not even bothering to pull out.

"Yes Miss Collins?" Will asked.

"Charlotte has asked that you and I meet her in the drawing room now," Sophie said. Will turned back to Beatrice and kissed her on the lips.

"If you were my wife, I would hope you weren't so demanding," Will said. He rolled his eyes. Beatrice smiled and Will pressed into her again.

"William Francis Herondale Junior!" Sophie screamed. Will turned to find Sophie standing beside the bed, a look of disgust on her face. She glared at Beatrice for a moment, then turned her eyes back to Will.

"I'm coming, dear!" Will exclaimed, "I'm coming!" He thrust into Beatrice deeper. She moaned in pain but pulled his hips against her more.

The door slammed shut and Will gave Beatrice a smile. He took another three minutes, faked a loud and ecstatic orgasm, then pulled out and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he walked back out Beatrice was stripping the now bloodstained blankets from the bed. Will went to his dresser and got a new pair of trousers he pulled on.

"I'm sorry about Miss Collins. She thinks she can burst into anyone's room because she used to be the maid until she got pregnant doing what we just did. It seems as though our little secret isn't going to be just our little secret. Although if you wanted to meet for the occasional late night rendezvous, that can be arranged. I'm not interested in anything tangible, of course, I only want pleasure," Will said. Beatrice glared at Will, but he just smiled back.

Two minutes later, Will walked out of his room and immediately had his earlobe seized by Charlotte. She pulled him down the hallway and into the drawing room by it. Will went along with her, having no choice otherwise.

"Three days, William! Three days before you turn 18 and I am allowed to force you from this very Institute!" Charlotte cried.

"This isn't the welcome home I was expecting," Will said. "Where's my fattened calf? I was lost but now am found! The prodigal son has returned!" Charlotte flung Will into a chair beside Sophie, and then slammed the door to the drawing room. Henry was sitting behind the desk and jumped a little in surprise.

"You will apologize profusely to Miss O'Connor," Charlotte said. "You had no right, William-"

"From now on I wish to be addressed only as Master Herondale," Will said. Charlotte's face showed barely contained rage. "What? Jem is the only one allowed to fuck a maid? At least I wore a condom. I won't have to worry about… that." Will scowled at Sophie's stomach. Sophie sat on her hands and pressed her lips closed. She looked close to tears.

"He didn't fuck me," Sophie said. "He loved me, Will. And I know you hate that he loved me but he did love me. He loved me enough to be with me briefly and he loved me enough to let me go when he knew he couldn't give me everything I needed. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen!"

Sophie finally dissolved into tears. Henry gave Will a judgmental glare, as did Charlotte, so Will finally reached over and patted Sophie quickly on the arm.

"There there," Will said. "I'm sure he didn't mean to get you pregnant." Sophie reached into the sleeve of her dress and withdrew a handkerchief she blew her nose into.

"We both loved Jem, and it is to my hope that you and I can both love this baby," Sophie said. "I hope we can come to some sort of agreement."

"I beg your pardon?" Will asked. "An… agreement?" He looked up at Henry, who was watching Charlotte.

"This has happened before," Charlotte said. "This is why the Clave frowns upon relations between mundanes and Nephilim. Fortunately, you and Sophie have a simple, but personal, decision to make. Sophie cannot be made into a Shadowhunter, but the child she is carrying will be born a Nephilim. You and Sophie must decide how you want to raise the child, either as a mundane, or as a Shadowhunter. The Clave has no say in this matter. The decisions rest solely on you and Sophie."

"But I thought the Clave can lay claim to children born to Shadowhunters," Will said.

"That only applies to children born to members of the Clave who then choose to leave the Clave," Charlotte said. "Sophie was never a member of the Clave. If she chooses to leave the Institute tomorrow, we would be unable to stop her."

Will sat back in his chair and looked over at Sophie. She had her hands folded on top of her stomach. He recalled the day Sophie climbed up to the alcove and forced Will to place his hand on her stomach. He had felt something inside of her making its presence known, and Will realized that this baby belonged to Jem, and no matter what, the baby would never replace the life Will had lost. Jem was gone, he would never come back, and this baby would only be a cruel reminder to all Jem had left behind. Whenever he looked at the baby, Will would see Jem.

"It's Sophie's decision," Will said. "I want nothing to do with Jem's child." Henry winced from behind the desk but said nothing.

"That's where you are wrong, Will," Charlotte said. "As Jem's parabatai, you are considered his next of kin, and since Jem had no parents, you really are this child's only relative besides Sophie. You have a responsibility to the baby, like it or not."

Will folded his arms and looked away from Sophie. He wanted to curse Jem for putting him in this predicament, but he couldn't imagine actually cursing Jem.

"Spend some time thinking over this. Talk. Weigh the options," Charlotte said. "But keep in mind that this is Jem's son. Did he ever discuss any plans for the future with either of you? Did he ever mention having children?" Sophie shook her head and looked over at Will.

Will thought back to the many thousands of personal conversations he and Jem had. They had each inventoried one another's hopes and dreams and while they never discussed it, Will was the only person who knew Jem's desires for life.

"He didn't think he had the necessary means to conceive a child," Will said. "He thought he was sterile."

"That was why he broke up with me. Well, beyond the fact that he was madly in love with Will," Sophie said.

"You're just jealous he loved me more than you," Will said.

"That's right, I'm bursting with jealously," Sophie snapped. "Jealousy and everything else. I'll have you know, Mr. Herondale, that Jem gave me another reason for ending the relationship. He wanted me to find a husband and have a family. Funny how things work out, isn't it?"

Will turned back to Sophie and took in her absolutely massive stomach, then looked up to her infuriated face.

"This is no picnic for me either, sweetheart," Will said.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I welcome your thoughts so share them if you would like. Here is a teaser for Chapter 3:

Will looked up at Tessa as he breathed in a sharp intake of air. Tessa met his eyes and stepped closer.