Cap. 3

He took her to a restaurant down town. its fancy name written across the façade, Clary couldn't even pronounce it. She looked out the window, unable to look at Jace. She could feel the heat from his body, she always could, but right now she felt like a stranger to him.
"what are we doing here?", she asked, still not looking at him, "eating, I told you that I would take you out for lunch!"
he somehow managed to find a parking space, in the busy streets of new York. "it´s kind of fancy for lunch don't think?" she didn't mean to sound disapproving, but somehow it just happened. Jace let out a frustrated goan " Clary look I try okay, I really do. So would you just please… " he trailed of, not knowing what to say. But Clary did," I know, it´s great. Thanks" he gave her a weak smile. They got out of the car, and made their way toward the restaurant. Clary felt out of place, being with Jace had its perks, she had been to galas, balls and the Oscars. The Oscars for god sake. but Clary had grown up in Brooklyn, her father had been a bookstore owner and her mother an artist. She hadn't grown up with much, so being places like this was still vary abnormal for her.

Jace looked at Clary while they walked inside. He had been to the place before, actually it was where he always reserved a table, whenever he had a business dinner. The receptionist (or whatever he was called) rushed to them.
"Mr. Herondale it is wonderful to see you here again, are you here for an reservation or here to eat?" he asked. His nametag said Mattiz, probably an attempt to be different. He was short, but still taller than Clary, his hair was spiked up and whenever Jace was here so was Mattiz. Jace suspected that Mattiz had a minor Crush on him, it had happened before.
" so the normal table?" Mattiz asked, Jace just nodded before he took Clary´s hand and followed Mattiz to their table. Clary´s hand had always fitted perfectly in his, and now, even though they were having a difficult time, it still did.

Flashback

They had know official been together for a week, and Jace couldn't believe it. He had always seen himself as a player, of cause when that douche had dumped Maia he had toned it down a bit, but being with Clary had made different, a good kind of different.
Before the only future he thought about was work related, like how he could expand Herondale inc. and how he could get the most out of the stock market. Never had he thought about being with someone, for more than just sex, now he thought about getting married and getting old with her, with Clary. It felt nice, this feeling of warmness in his stomach and the way he could always feel her presence. He didn't know why he in the first place had helped her. Maybe it was because she had looked so helpless and he was in a good mood.

He was in Brooklyn to visit an old friend from college when he had seen her. Trying to reach something, that was way too high for her size. He had smiled when he had seen it thinking it looked adorable. When he had first looked into her bright green eyes, he knew it, he had to know her, and be with her.
and somehow along the way he had ended up in her bed, and it was wonderful.
He looked at her, they were sitting at Starbucks, and she was looking out the window observing the people walking by. Her hand was laying in his, and the feeling of them joined, no matter how, was new and amazing to him.
He really hoped she felt the same.

End of flashback

They somehow managed to order without any problems, which meant that Clary didn't telling him what to do. It was first after the waiter had left, and starring awkwardly at each other, that Clary opened her mouth. Jace braced himself for the outcome.
"I was thinking about changing the curtains in the living room" her tone was normal, like they were old friends and met at the local coffeshop. It wasn't what he had expected.
"Oh, which color?" he took a sip of water from his glass.
" yeah, I was thinking maybe a light blue or something", she looked at him, eyes curious.
" Sounds good…", he trailed of not knowing what to say. Her eyes was starring into his, the green color hypnotizing. He couldn't remember ever seeing a color like that before, and it wasn't a secret that Jace had been around the block a few times. He had seen green eyes before, but never the color of Clary´s. they were a deep green, like leafs or something but more diamond like emeralds or something, and it always looked like the color was moving.
" Jace are you okay?" her voice brought him away from his train of thoughts.

" I'm fine, you?" he knew it was a lame attempt to get a conversation going, they were married for God's sake.
"I'm okay, so what do you think of dr. Steakwather?" It wasn't a weird question, but still, he wanted to talk about something les… everyday like.
"he´s okay I guess, but I don't really know if I like some random guy getting involved in our relationship" it was risky saying something like that, but it didn't stop him from saying it. He hoped she wouldn't go all bitchy about it, like yelling and telling him that she was trying and if he didn't want they might as well sign the divorce papers. He didn't want that.
" I know, but it is our last chance right, so I thought why not!" she said it without yelling or screaming at him, she didn't accuse him and she didn't sound annoyed.

"you are right, it is. I'm glad we are doing it" he said, hoping to get her to talk, just to hear her voice.
" me to".

The food was good, something that was a pleasant surprise, since he just had ordered some random dish, that sounded fancy.
" dinner tonight?" Jace asked, taking a sip of his wine.
" can´t, after work I am going bed shopping with Isabelle and later we are going to the movies, to watch Hotel Transylvania" Clary said. Somewhere inside of him he could feel the disappointment. But he didn't let it show.
"bed shopping and Hotel Transylvania, aren't the two of you not a little too old to watch a kids movie?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"we are but Juliet aren't" she said, she was smiling, until Juliet passed her lips, " she needs a bigger bed, the little angel has already outgrown the old one" he looked at her, saw the way her eyes turned slightly glassy and her voice a little tiered.
"what about tomorrow?" he asked trying to change the subject.
"tomorrow what?" she asked, looking like she just woke up from a dream.
"are you doing something tomorrow?" he asked again.
" well, there is grocery shopping and you need some new shirts" she said listing them of on her fingers.
"I need new shirts?" he asked, thinking of the millions, that already hung at home in his closet.
"well, white shirts actually, I may have messed up the last wash" she smiled and looked down, he loved that smile.
"how?" he asked.
"they turned out pink" she looked at him, her smile still covering her face.
" well that's a manly color" he joked, her smile got even wider, " can come with me you know, we could also by the curtains if you like?"
" I would love that, so I guess I am picking you up after work then?"

Flashback

"Why don't you like them?"
"sweetie it is not that I don't like them, but purple just isn't my color, or any mans color" he mumbled the last part, hoping she wouldn't hear it.
"they are not purple Jace, they are grayish-purple!" her arms were crossed and he almost expected her foot to be tapping, but he didn't dare look away from her eyes, she may take that as a sign of weakness.
"I still think that they are a little to…", he looked at her, her stare burning holes in his skull," feminem?" it came out as a question, she just raised her brows "feminem? How can you say something like that! My Mother has the exact same ones!", her voice had raised a little.
" you are right, go ahead and give your 25 year old boyfriend the same curtains as your 45 year old mother" he put his hands in the air.
"okay maybe that wasn't the best argument-"
"you think?"
"don't interrupt Jace. As I was saying maybe it wasn't the best argument, but come on they are beautiful!"
he looked at her for a long moment, her hair was up in a bun, her eyes shining her tiny body almost aggressive. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her, and he wanted her forever. Well there was only one way to make sure of that.
he slowly made his way toward her.
"Jace what are you doing" she took a step backward. He smiled a slow catlike grin.
" you know, I wouldn't mind having girly curtains, if I wasn't the only one living here, you know, maybe if a girl was here to, I wouldn't mind" he encircled her in his arms.
"where are you going with this?" she asked, her breath unsteady. His lips touched hers, it wasn't a kiss, but damn close to one.
"move in, with me" he asked, hoping she would say yes. For a moment she froze, and he suddenly got nervous. What if she didn't want, to he thought. He looked down at her, her eyes boring into his, before her lips parted.
" you really mean that?" she asked, her voice low. He just nodded, loving the way she felt in his arms.
"I would love to" she said, and before he could respond, she kissed him.

End of Flashback

hello, bet someone thought that Jace was gonna ask her to marry him, well he wasnt! ;)

Maybe next time :D

love Eva