Chap 4
Isabelle picked up a pink comforter "Do you like this one, Sweetie?" she asked her 4 year old; the little girl just turned her head from side to side before moving on.
"So where are the two of you going to have Thanksgiving?" Isabelle asked Clary, who had been staring at a crib. Clary turned to her friend:
"I don't really know I think with my parents, you know we had Thanksgiving with his last year" she replied, picking up another comforter, showing it to the girl, and asked, " What about this one, Juliet?"
"No, I don't want a girly color, I want something cool like blue or gold, like uncle Jace" the name hit a nerve inside Clary.
"What do you mean, Princess?" Isabelle asked trying not to sound annoyed by her daughter's choice of color.
"Pink and red are girl colors, even dad says so!"
Juliet looked a lot like her father, with her same dark brown hair and Jewish looking nose, the lanky arms and legs, even if the little girl was only 4. But she had Isabelle's dark (almost black) brown eyes. She was wearing what Clary would describe as a boy's outfit: a dark blue t-shirt and light wash jeans; the only thing girly was the brown curly pigtails and the purple shoes.
Clary couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" Isabelle asked; a little annoyed with Juliet's sudden behavior, why couldn't the girl just like the color pink like every other little girl?
"Nothing." Clary smiled, looking at the child. It was funny, when you looked at Isabelle, everything screamed GIRL, but Isabelle's child was total opposite.
"You know what? I don't care, just wait till you get kids" Isabelle stopped and froze. "Sorry Clary I didn't think," she said putting a hand on her small friend's shoulder. Clary, who had gone still for a second, took a deep breath.
"It doesn't matter; don't think about it." she said.
"Yes it does Clary I mean, I know Jace is a jerk, but I couldn't believe he took it that way!" Isabelle said sounding extremely upset!
Flashback
"But Clary, your mom hates me!" Jace looked slightly panicked by the thought of spending Thanksgiving with Clary´s parents. They had been together for nearly 9 months, and this was their first Thanksgiving together.
"Don't be so overdramatic, she doesn't hate you, dislike you maybe, but hate you? No." Clary said, filling her suitcase.
"Clary, the first time I met her, she started talking about some dude who just got single." he raised an eyebrow at her "It's like she wishes that you would just dump me, and marry some normal desk worker or something!" he said.
Jace loved Clary, but her mother was another story. The older woman was why Jace always checked everything that came from the red-haired wicked witch: you never knew what kinds of evil she had send after him.
The first time they met was after Clary and Jace had dated for 4 months, when the woman had tried to break them up from the moment he walked inside.
Jace looked at Clary, studied the way her hips swayed, when she walked to the closet to get more clothes. And the way her butt looked when she bend over to put it in her suitcase. Everything about Clary was perfect, he thought while looking at her. She was wearing one of his shirts, nothing else. Her creamy legs almost begged him to let his hands touch them.
He slowly made his way towards her, almost like he was the predator and she his victim. He reached out and grabbed her waist, buried his head in her hair.
"You know, we could just stay in, and you know get some turkey…" his voice came out muffled.
"Jace how can you make even Thanksgiving turkey into a sexual innuendo?" Clary asked, trying not to get distracted by the way his breath tickled her neck.
"Miss Fray I didn't know that your little pervert mind would see such an innocent sentence to be sexual." he smiled, his head still placed in her deep red hair. His hand found the hem of her shirt, and slowly it made its way up to her thigh, caressing her skin and gliding up her stomach.
"Jace we have to be at my parents by 5 pm" she said breathlessly. Jace, who now saw a way out of meeting his girlfriend's parents, took her breathy state as a chance to get out of the arrangements.
"So…?" He asked as his hand reached her breast and cupping it lightly.
"It´s 1 pm now and it is an hour long drive and you need to pack too." They both knew that she didn't sound convincing, but at least she tried.
"I can be very quick." Jace said, before lifting her suitcase of the bed with one hand and pushing her down with the other one.
"Jace I really don't think this is a good idea!" Clary´s words sounded meaningless even in
Clary's own ears.
"Babe I have to spend the whole weekend with your family, which means a mother who hates me and a brother who freaks me out, and you won't even let me enjoy myself. You know just as much as I, that sex is going to be difficult with your mother and brother around" he looked at her and pouted knowing that maybe he couldn't escape, but he could delay it.
Clary´s green eyes looked up at his, her teeth biting her lip. "Fine," she said, but before Jace once again could place his lips over hers, she put a finger on them "But make it quick" she didn't even have time to remove her hand fully from his face before he kissed her.
End of flashback
It was late when Clary came home. The lights in the living room were out and the kitchen was clean.
It was late, she knew that. Coming home at 11 pm on a Thursday wasn't really something she'd normally do. She made her way towards the bedroom, and came across Jace's study, light shining under the door that wasn't fully closed.
She slowly pushed it open.
"Jace" she asked, her voice no more than a whisper. He sat by his desk, his hair an unruly mess, and staring into his computer. He turned his head when he saw her, a smile tugged at his mouth.
"You're home late," he said, not accusatory, but just a fact. She nodded and slowly made her way toward him.
"Yeah…Isabelle and I talked a lot afterwards." He reached out almost unconsciously and grabbed her hand and hauled her towards him, placing her on his lap.
Clary still didn't know how to act or feel around Jace, but sitting there with him now was nice.
Jace was staring at the numbers and letters on his computer screen, like it was some secret code and if he stared at it long enough he could figure it out. His arm was slung around her middle and her head rested on his shoulder.
"Are you tired?" she asked, her fingers dancing over his neck and down his chest and the making their way up again in small circles.
"A little," He said clicking with the mouse on something opening a new document.
"Are you coming to bed?" She asked. He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes a molten gold.
"I'll be there in a sec." he said looking back at the screen.
She sighed, stood up and headed to their bedroom hoping he would come.
She found a shirt, one of Jace's, and took it to the bathroom, where she stripped down and got in the shower, washing the taste of popcorn and cinema-candy off her body.
When she was done, she found a towel and dried herself, and put Jace's shirt on afterwards. She brushed her teeth and removed the rest of her makeup, the water from her shower hadn't removed it all, and when she was done she looked herself in the mirror. Without the make-up and her hair up, she looked younger, much younger. Her eyes looked big and innocent and her hair looked wilder.
Back in college she had looked like this all the time, never bothering with make-up or hair. She had looked exactly like this the first time she had met Jace; no make-up, her hair down and untamed and wearing jeans and a lose t-shirt.
When she walked into the bedroom again, Jace sat on the bed head in his hands. He look tired.
When she came in, he looked up, and smiled.
He took her hand and pulled her down beside him. She let him.
"I miss us." he said encircling her in his arms.
Clary couldn't help but feel a little bad about it, after all most of their situation was her fault. "I know..." she said, feeling nagging inside of her. "I miss us, too."
He sighed, "When did everything become so messed up?" he asked to no one in particular. Clary just shrugged and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know, but I am tired and I know you are too, so can we just talk in the morning?" he looked down at her nodded and got up.
"I'm just gonna brush my teeth, then I'll be back." she didn't know why he told her, but it sounded like he needed to reassure her that he would be back, and for some reason she liked that.
She pushed the covers aside and laid down waiting for Jace.
When he came back from the toilet, he turned out the light. Clary could hear how he took his clothes off and the rustling sound of the bedcovers being pushed aside.
Suddenly she felt his arm encircle her waist. It shocked her first: they hadn't been spooning in a long time. After a few seconds she relaxed, and enjoy the feel of her husband.
i did it! finally the next chapter! jubiii
so it didnt turn out as long as i had hoped for, but i hope you all like it :)
also thanks to my lovely Beta 3
until nest time
xoxo
Eva