ignore what was here before. I had to email the chapter from my phone to my sisters iPad to publish it and I forgot to delete it

Jace

I step toward her to stop her but I stop myself. I can't do anything in front of my father. So I let her walk (or rather roll) away and hope I can be forgiven for my coldness. I then turn to my father and brace myself for the thousand questions I know he has.

(AN: I'm gonna start putting the weekly pregnancy count up here. So no one is confused because I just did my count and I was confused for a second so I'm going to type a timeline on here.)

Timeline

Jace's first day of school/ Day clary was raped. (Chapter 6)

Two weeks later- day Jace introduces himself (chapter 1)

1 month later- the entire rest of story (chapter 2)

2 weeks in a coma. (Chapter 7)

1 month- Clary knows she is pregnant (This chapter.)

She is 12 weeks pregnant. (3 months.)

(this isn't adding the weeks before she had sex before her last period like what doctors do.)

Clary

It's been a month since I got out of the hospital. My cast is still on sadly but my ribs have finally healed. I hopefully get out of my wheelchair officially in a couple of weeks. Even though I'd been sneaking being on my crutches at home for the past week and a half.

I sit in the wheel chair now in the waiting room. I was here today for my first ultrasound. The confusion and guilt had been swirling through my brain the last month. I was definitely pregnant though.

3rd Person

There was no denying it. The past four weeks had been a series of throwing up in painful angles in her wheelchair by the toilet. If she made it that far. Which she usually didn't. When that happened she spent her time moving her leg out of the way while she scrubbed the vile stuff off the ground. Usually resulting in more throw up.

She also had hormonal outbursts. Crying, laughing, screaming, she'd done it all. Her family thought it was PTSD. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. That led to counselors and therapists where she would explain her situation and the person would just give her a pitying look and tell her parents she was fine just stressed; trying to get caught up In school.

Which really wasn't a lie. Even though she thankfully was "caught up" with the 2 months she didn't go to school, or rather the two months she held on to all the work sheets she stole from the teacher and notes she wrote down when they couldn't see her, she was not caught up on the two weeks she was unconscious.

Between stress about her newfound pregnancy and trying to remember who the father was and hiding her growing belly she really didn't need or have time to do homework.

But as the days went by she finally managed to get the work done and it was hard to keep using it as an excuse.

That's why she was here now.

Clary

"Clarissa. It's your turn now." The nurse comes and grabs my chair and wheels me to the ultrasound room. We go through the appointment without any ordeal. The baby was healthy but wasn't big enough for us to know the gender yet. Honestly I didn't know if I wanted to know yet. I didn't know anyhing about the baby. What I was going to do it. If I was staying in school. Or even if my parents would allow me too keep the child or if wanted to keep it.

After my appointment I wait for my ride to get here. When the car pulls up Jace gets out and helps me into the car and settles my leg in the passenger seat. He goes around and gets in the driver side and pulls out.

"How's everything?"

He thinks this is the appointment for my leg so I tell him my previously made up alibi. "There were some complications because I've been walking in the crutches so now I'm in a strict No Walking zone."

"Clary! You idiot! Why were you in walking in the first place?"

"It was little stuff. Going to the bathroom, getting a snack out of the fridge, Changing the song on my iPod while I'm in the shower. I'm so sick of just sitting around doing nothing! I can't even get up and walk across the room to get something. I'm so stressed because of school and everything and I don't need YOU Jace Herondale telling me what to do!"

"Clary, I'm sorry. It wasn't my place to say anything I just don't want you to be injured for any longer than you have to be. But I have been noticing you gaining weight from sitting in that chair so long maybe we can do something to get you out of it and have fun this weekend?"

I could feel the angry tears coming on. You know, those tear that show when you really need to be fierce about something but they show up and make you look like a baby and don't get your point across.

Yeah those.

Or maybe they were just hormonal tears.

Either way I was crying now and was about to stab Jace in the eye with a pencil. He just inadvertently told me I was fat and that I was boring. Great.

"I could have gotten someone else to drive me there Jace. I didn't know if I came with you my fat ass would be such a problem so I can just go. Stop the car and ill roll myself home.

"Clary!" He protested as I grabbed the door handled he slowed the car way down but didn't stop all the way. "Stop that's not what I was saying! I was just teasing you. It was a cheesy way of me trying to get you to go out with me!

By calling me fat.

Boys make plenty of since.

"Hell of a way to ask, jackass. Maybe you should try later when I'm skinnier!"

Review quick I've got another chapter written.

I still have two fanfiction ideas i'd like to share.

Yeah it's very late. I get it. Also unbeta'd cause It would take even longer.

if you don't watch Supernatural it's HIGHLY recommended. If you like TMI you'll definitely like it. But season 3/4 is when it starts getting REALLY good.

Book Reccomendation: Unearthly by Cynthia Hand

Well then.

Fly on,

Tessaherondale87