Chapter 2

Clary looked herself in the mirror, she still looked the same. Same pale skin, same red hair, same green eyes and her freckles were where they always had been. Nothing out of the ordinary, but still. She felt different. It was some kind of emptiness. She let out a puff of air and ran a hand through her hair. It was Thursday morning, Jace had already left for work, and she was only half dressed. Her high waist pencil skirt was straight, with no rumples at all, but her blouse was still unbuttoned, revealing her white lace bra. Her hair was in a tight bun, but she still hadn't applied any make-up. The big bathroom mirror gave her reflection a perfect look, but she didn't feel perfect. Not at all.
Since when had everything gone so wrong? She remembered a time when Jace and her talked all the time, but know it was rare that they even said good morning or goodnight, and when they tried to talk like a normal couple, they always ended up arguing about something.
"Oh god" she whispered placing both of her hands on the sink and leaned over. She could feel the tears coming but tired to hold them back. She wasn't 16 any longer, and this wasn't her first break up. For god's sake, they weren't even having a divorce, they just weren't talking. Which basically was the same thing. Clary wanted to hit something, wanted to let out her anger somehow.
She looked back at the mirror, a few tears had escaped and was now making their way down her cheeks. She remembered when Isabelle had told her to find a therapist, and had given her the number for Hodge. Isabelle and Simon had used Hodge before, it was when Isabelle had been pregnant and wouldn't let Simon do anything, the hormones had gotten to her, and she had turned in to a complete bitch. They had used Mr. Steakwather to tell Isabelle that she needed to make room for Simon, that she couldn't decide everything herself. It had helped and now little Julie was the most perfect baby girl ever.
Clary wanted kids to, but someone (Jace) had once told her that the only reason that couples got kids, was because they were getting tired of each other.

Flashback

Clary lay on her back, her body trapped in a mess of sheets. She was with Jace, in his apartment. He was stoking her stomach, his legs entangled with hers.
"Have you ever considered kids?" she asked still looking at the ceiling. Jace froze for a second;"you're not pregnant are you?" she looked down at Jace. His head, that just a second ago had been resting on her chest, looked at hers in pure horror. She had to laugh "it is not funny Clare" he used the nickname he had given her on their first date "yes it is Jace", she smiled at him, trying to hold in the laughter, "you look like I just told you that I'm a man", he smirked at her,"well I think that we already has established that you aren't". his hand slowly traveling lower and the lower it got it harder it was for her to think straight, "Jace, just-"
"yes baby?" his hand going lower.
"please just stop, for a second" her breathing was uneven, "this is important, no I am not pregnant, but have you ever considered it?"
"considered what sweetheart?" he was distracting her, kissing her stomach.
" you know kids" she gasped, when he reached her sex "babe, people only get kids when they are tired of each other, and I am never gonna be tired of you" she was about to say something when he closed her mouth with a kiss.

End of flashback

It had been the same as saying that he didn't want kids, and some where it had hurt. But in their world of lovemaking she hadn't thought about it. Know a few years later, it hurt like hell and she couldn't seem to think of anything else. Especially every time she saw a couple with a baby stroller.
She took a deep breath, she had to get ready for work, she needed to get ready and do something, just anything.
Beside Isabelle and Simon didn't seem to be tired of each other and that was what hurt the most.

Jace sighed, a bunk of papers filled his desk, and the phone kept ringing. But for some reason he couldn't keep his mind from yesterday. He didn't get way Clary thought that they so start couples therapy. He was fine, why did some random gay have to get involved in their relationship. Of cause lately things hadn't been as good as they used to but, still they were going to figure this out they always did. Even when they had their first fight they figured it out, on their own.
Jace looked over at the picture frame on his desk. The picture was of him and Clary, when he had taken her to Paris last summer, you could see the Eifel tower in the back ground. Clary had her arms around his neck, a smile covered her face while looking at him, her cheeks flushed, he on the other hand was looking straight into the camera. A small smile on his lips, Clary called it, his secret smile.
"It´s because, it looks like you know a secret that the rest of us don't" she had said, when he had asked why, she had named his smile.

He still remembered when and how the picture was taken, like it had been yesterday.

Flashback

It was hot, the streets of Paris were burning and Jace felt like dying. Clary and him were on summer vacation, and somehow Clary had gotten Jace out of the pool and onto the wide streets of Paris. They were walking up a hill; there were small shops on both sides of the streets. Clary was dragging him behind, his hand securely in hers. He was drenched in sweat, his white shirt clung to his body and his shorts was getting uncomfortable.
"Clary" he asked, hoping she would stop, so that he could find some water, his throat was extremely dry.
"We will be there in a sec honey" she smiled at him, before speeding up. Jace had never seen himself as unfit, but walking up a hill, with the sun burning down on his back, he suddenly felt vary out of shape, well that and that his wife with legs as long as a draw's was walking faster than him, it was normally the other way around.
The stopped, finally. Jace looked down at his wife, she was wearing shorts, and a white tank, her hair was up in a high ponytail and her eyes glued to the view in front of her. Jace slowly turned around, to the hill they just had climbed. It was breathtaking, you could almost see al of Paris, the Eifel tower placed in the middle.
"Aren't you glad that I brought you up here?", she looked at him, her green eyes innocent and waiting, "I always love being with you"
"That wasn't an answer Jace", he smiled, " I am glad that you bought me here, even if I could have been by the pool by now" she puffed, but then smiled.
"your just mad that you aren't so young and fit, as you used to be" he let out a growl, but nothing serious, before he leaped after her. But her small frame was quick and soon he was chasing her though the streets of Paris.
They ended up by a fountain. A little cupid was spitting water out of its ass? Frenchmen, Jace thought.
They were still up hill, both breathing heavy. Suddenly Clary jumped Jace back, her phone out "cheese" she said while taking the picture.

End of flashback

Jace looked back at the stack of papers; he really didn't want to do them. But well, he was the CEO, and if he didn't do it, then who would? He slowly started, sorting them all out. He put the papers he had to check in one stack and the ones he had to sign, in another.
His mind constantly bought up moments from the day before. How that, when they got home, they hadn't talked. It had been late so they hadn't eaten together; Jace had found some leftovers in the fridge. He knew that he had acted like a child at the session, with doctor Hodge. He wanted to hit something, that or that things got back to normal. He wanted Clary to come by his office with take away or when he had to work till 10 pm. That she came by with dinner. He missed that, missed them, as they used to be. Once again he looked at the papers, he sighed; found the phone in his pocket and dialed the number he knew by heart.

Clary stood in front of a canvas, it was black, and in the middle there was a circle, in green. He artist name was Eric Smith; he was one of those hipster types. He had half long dirty blond hair, gray eyes and a funny looking nose. He was trying to sell her the painting, or well making her selling the painting in her gallery. The Alicante Glass Gallery in Manhattan was Clary´s pride and joy; it had expanded over the years and was famous for its young and new artist. Clary had all ways wanted a place like this, and when Jace had bought her the building, she couldn't have been happier. Jace, her heart stung a little, by the thought of him. She missed the old times.
Eric looked at her, his eyes full of hope. She gave him a once over, from his rumpled band shirt and his lose jeans, a little too loose, and his brown… crocs? She sighed, Clary had always liked the crazy artist look, that meant that they wanted this that they wanted to paint and draw just as much as her. Clary liked Crazy, but not plain out weird. The mix of a boring odd painting and crocs was not something she wanted in her gallery. She needed to get out of this, without hurting the young man, too much.
Suddenly the familiar sound of ringtone filled the room. "Excuse me for a second", she said, while pulling her phone out of her pocket.
"Clarissa Herondale", she said, she hadn't looked at the caller ID, "hey it´s me" his voice sent a flutter of warm fuzziness though her, it had been so long since he had last called her when he was working.
"hey, why are you calling?" she asked walking away from Eric.
"Do I really need an excuse for calling my own wife?" he asked, and somewhere she could hear a smile in his voice.
It made her day.
"No you don't, what's up?" she smiled, "well I would say, the sky. But I don't know where you are right now" his voice suddenly sounded different, like he was standing in a small place, a low rumbling was in the background "where I always are, the gallery" she started twirling her hair around her finger, "you?"
"I am on my way to pick you up, we are eating lunch together. Be ready in 5" a low pling sounded "bye" he said before the phone went still. For a second she just stood there, and then she turned around and walked back to the boy. "I have a new appointment, so you have to go now", she said, "I have something else you can see, can I comeback another day?", he asked, "nope sorry" she followed him out the door, before she grabbed her purse and jacket "Amatis I am going out for lunch" she called to her only employee "okay" said a muffled voice from the back.
Clary was out of the door, at the same time a shiny black Aston Martin, Jace sat behind the wheel.

hello again
i am so happy with all the positivity. this is my first fic, so i am over the top right now!
again sorry for anything that is spelled wrong, i try my best but the whole spelling thing is not something i am god at:/
love Eva :)

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