So my beautiful people! We are coming to the end of this story, this is the second to last chapter. I know, very sad :( But remember that I've got four other stories going, including my Clace biker fic called Hearts Gone Wrong and an established polyamorous relationship one called Her and Her Boys, so check those out. Anyway, on with the story...

"Okay, well, I'm off," Simon announced, and Clary and Jocelyn looked up from the TV. "I've got a date with Isabelle." His cheeks reddened adorably as he said that. Clary and Jocelyn exchanged looks before returning their gazes to him.

"Look at him, he's blushing," Clary stated, her voice light and teasing.

"I don't think it's because of us," Jocelyn chimed in.

"Definitely not because of us," Clary smirked up at him, and Simon rolled his eyes good naturedly as they joked with him.

"It must be the girl," Jocelyn summed up.

"I think it's love," Clary added with a grin.

"They're gonna get married—"

"—And have a white picket fence home—"

"—And three children—"

"—And live happily ever after," both mother and daughter sung together and then dissolved in giggles as Simon pretended to glare down at them.

"You guys are bloody immature," Simon muttered as he folded his arms.

"You love us," Clary smirked. Simon grinned and made his way to the front door. "Have fun on your date, Simon!" Clary shouted after him as he slammed the door shut. Her eyes turned back to her mum, who was smiling back at her...

...Who's smile steadily faded as the moment passed.

It was now over a month since she had been discharged from the hospital, and things were getting better between herself and Jocelyn, but they still weren't back to the way that it had been before she had moved out, and before the miscarriage. It was getting there, but it still wasn't just there yet; something was off.

"I'm gonna go to my room," Clary murmured, shooting a quick smile over at Jocelyn before she got up and left the lounge. The nights were getting colder as a sign of Winter drawing close, and Clary flicked her hater on as she entered her room. She snagged her lap top off her desk, and opened it as she lay down on her bed, tucking her feet up near her ass so that her legs were up and she balanced the lap top there.

An old Ciara song automatically started playing from her open iTunes application. She moved the mouse and tapped over the internet icon. She had a bad habit of opening about ten tabs at once, and she quickly closed all but two down; her Facebook and the curriculum for the University that Simon was attending. When she had first been thinking about University, a couple of different degrees and come to mind. There had been teaching, preferably entry level art, social science or interior design. Now that she had had some time to think, interior design had definitely seemed like the one for her.

She would have to get all of her things in order quickly so that she could get in for the Winter course and try to catch up with the people who enrolled earlier. Simon had already told her that he had signed up for extra classes during Winter so at least she would have someone to have lunch with. He also said that she could crash with him and his room mate, Eric Hillchurch, until she figured herself out.

Clary's finger drifted on the mouse pad, clicking down on her Facebook tab. She clicked on her profile icon at the top of the page and her personal profile came up. Her background was of her and Simon at a cosplay event he had talked her into. She had gone as Black Widow and he had gone as Steve Rodgers—the Steve Rodgers before all the experimentation and becoming all gorgeous and Chris Evans muscle.

Clary had just laughed and said that it was just as well, because he was never going to be able to pull off the Captain America figure.

And then there was her profile picture.

Of her and Jace.

Isabelle had taken it of them and it was her favourite one of them. Clary was sitting on Jace's lap. He had his arms loosely around her waist and her hands were resting over his. She was smiling widely at the camera, and Jace was just staring directly ahead, one of his eyebrows arched, probably in response to something that someone off camera had said.

Without even meaning too, Clary felt herself staring at the picture for a good ten or so minutes. It felt like there was a stone in the pit of her stomach and a lump in her throat. When she swallowed hard and blinked, her eyes were damp with unshed tears.

"Babe?" Jocelyn's voice was soft from the doorway as she gently pushed open Clary's door. "Can I come in?" She asked and Clary nodded a couple of times, ducking her head to rub furiously at her eyes before giving her mum a weak smile.

"What's up?" She asked, hoping that her voice sounded even Jocelyn sat down on the bed, crossing her legs as she settled down next to her daughter. She looked over to the computer and at the photo of the two young adults and smiled.

"That's a nice photo of you two," she murmured. Clary glanced at the picture and then looked back down at her hands. "I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things," Jocelyn began. "The way that things have gotten between us—it's just not alright. I don't like it when things are like this with us, Clary. You're my little girl and I hate it being this uncomfortable." The tears that Clary had been holding back before all gathered behind her eyes again as she looked at Jocelyn's distressed face. Jocelyn saw the change in expression as Clary's chin quivered. "Oh, babe," she sighed, reaching out for the girl and gathering her in her arms. The younger fell into them, clutching to her mothers torso desperately.

She was completely surprised at how much her body ached for that release. The tears streamed down her face and soaked through the shoulder of her mums cardigan. Jocelyn didn't say anything as Clary cried, just made comforting noises and ran her fingers through her hair. Clary cried until her eyes were tender and her throat was hoarse. When she pulled back, a good ten or fifteen minutes later, she sniffed and shook her head ruefully.

"I don't know where that came from," Clary muttered as she wiped her eyes. "Sorry about that." Jocelyn shook her head and reached out her hand to rest on Clary's arm.

"Don't worry, babe, I know that they weren't all about me," Jocelyn reassured her. "You've been through a lot—and you've probably just been bottling of that up. Sometimes you just need to cry." Clary sniffed again, trying to control her shaky breathing. "Have you talked to Jace at all since that day he came over?" Clary sighed and shook her head. "Not even a text?"

"I just...I just don't feel as though I can talk to him right now," Clary mumbled. She still didn't know exactly how she felt about loosing the baby. She had never had strong feelings about teenage mums or pregnancy, but then she had never really thought about it. But knowing that her lifestyle had resulted in the death of a child—of Jace and her own child—brought tears to her eyes that she had been suppressing for the past month.

"I'm not going to pretend to know what you're going through, Clary," Jocelyn said quietly. "I've never gone through this, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. But you need to know that it's not your fault or Jace's." Clary snorted self-deprecatingly. "No," Jocelyn gave her a sharp look. "You can't think like that—neither of you can. Thinking like that won't lead you anywhere good. You heard what the doctor said; sometimes these things just happen, especially when it comes to a first pregnancy." Clary pursed her lips and nodded, even though she didn't agree with her mother. "Now, about Jace..."

"I don't want to talk about Jace," Clary protested, sticking out her lower lip like a petulant three year old.

"That boy is head over heels in love with you, Clarissa," Jocelyn's voice was stern now. "And you two have been pushed and pulled apart for years. You deserve a proper chance to see if it could work between the pair of you."

"That's what these past couple of months have been about, haven't that?" Clary muttered.

"And in that short amount of time look what happened!" Jocelyn cried. "You've actually extended your circle of friends past Simon, you moved out and were responsible for yourself, and you just looked happier and more confident," she observed. "I know that it didn't end well, but that happens sometimes. It's unfortunate, but it's life. You need to push through it—at least give it a chance and see if you two have the capability too." Clary took in a deep breath, which still caught in her chest, another indication of her mini meltdown earlier.

"I think that I just need some space at the moment," she finally said, and saw the flash of disappointment on Jocelyn's face, but her mother just nodded.

"Okay," Jocelyn murmured. "Whatever you're happy with, babe," she reached back over to the laptop and pulled it over so that it was in front of the pair of them, and exited out of the Facebook tab. "So, we're looking at doing an interior design course over the Christmas break, aye?" Clary sighed with relief at the change of topic, and nodded as she leaned forward to point at the papers she was looking at doing.

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