Flashback
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!"
Try in six months.
But I don't say that. I just glare at him and turn to the window and look at the flashing scenery.
"Pidge! Seriously. I wasn't calling you fat. I just said you needed to go out and get out of the chair. If anything you're to skinny and need the extra pounds. But you look good skinny. I like you skinny you're not the ugly anorexic skinny. Honestly Clary."
He's rambling now. I guess he does that when he's nervous. My anger, or rather my hormones, has calmed and I can think rationally.
"I'm not going to comment on the fact about that if I'm so skinny then you won't like me when I'm fat! But whatever Herondale. Watch you mouth next time. Your off the hook this time I'll go with you. Next time whatever object is in my reach will have to be pulled out of your eye."
His eyes widens and he glances at my phone which Is sitting in my lap. Which would be the thing being extracted from his eye socket. And Oh I would make it fit. He swallows thickly and nods his head and says, " Yeah. Sure. Putting in my filter." He then gestures an acts like he's putting something in his mouth all the while muttering, " Someone's time of month is here."
I then make a threatening gesture towards my phone and he flinches and stops the car in my driveway. He immediately puts his hands up shielding his eyes from the offending object. "Sorry. Sorry. Seriously." He pulls the lever by his door then He jumps out of the car before I can lunge. Which is really a smart move. He runs around the car and opens my door hesitantly.
I turn ready to stand when he pushes me down in protests. He runs to the trunk of his car and pulls the wheel chair out. He opens it at my door and before he can help I pointedly get up and sit by myself.
He rolls me to our doorway and I hand him my key to open the door. He unlocks it and rolls me to the living room where is pretty much where I hang out. All the time. It's pretty much my man cave. My things are placed all around the place I have like fifty blankets on the couch because I get cold. Like ALL the time. Symptoms of pregnancy? No, just iron deficiency which is a symptom of Anemia. Which I have due to the pregnancy.
I lay in the couch and prop my feet up and throw my purse on the coffee table and it tips over and spills everywhere. "Shit! Oh god." I start to put myself in a position to clean it up. When Jace knowing he's still on bad terms with me (or maybe he's just a gentlemen) jumps in his hurry to clean it up. As he's putting old gum, hand sanitizer, candy, and receipts in the bag, he suddenly grabs a black and white photo. The one the doctor took today.
Of the baby.
Fuck.
Yep. I ended it there.
Review.
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Recommendation:
If I stay by Gayle Forman and Where She Went also.
Have watched the movie but the books were great. Especially the second one.
Questions: how should Jace react? What should the gender be? Names?
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