Clary looked at the little white stick in her hand, the cold feeling of dread bubbling up inside her. This couldn't be true, she thought, not again. Later "So I'm picking you up at 3, right?" Jace asked. Clary just nodded and smiled, and then she kissed him lightly on his cheek. The moment Jace walked out the door, Clary ran to the bathroom, throwing up her breakfast and everything else that had been in her stomach. She had started vomiting yesterday, and since Clary wasn't one to get sick, she had taken a test just to be sure. It had been positive. Clary had never been more scared. It had brought back memories that she wanted to forget: things she had pressed down in her mind, hoping they would never surface again. But somewhere in the universe, someone hated her. She didn't know if she could tell Jace, after all she hadn't told him last time. Jace looked at the time, it was almost 12, and their appointment at the shrink was at 1.30 pm. He should pick up Clary, he thought, but the idea of seeing the annoying doctor again was as appealing as it should have. Actually it shouldn't even be appealing. He got up from his stool, picked up his jacket and walked out of his office. "Jasmine," he called when he walked out, his blond secretary looking up from her desk. "What can I do for you, Mr. Herondale?" She asked-her tone quirky as always. Jace had no idea how her boyfriend could stand it, actually he had no idea how she even got a boyfriend. "I'm going out, I will be back around 3 and if anyone important calls tell them they can reach me on my work phone." "Of course, Mr. Herondale." she said, her blond head bobbing up and down. "Oh and Jessie," He called over his shoulder, "Ask someone to get my car ready." The elevator opened with a Bing and Jace walked into the small space, Jasmines' voice following him saying that everything would be ready when he came down, and then the doors closed. When Jace reached Clary's studio, the big polished floor to ceiling windows shined in the mayday New York sun. Jace had always like the building, it reminded him of his childhood home in the suburbs; the big mansion he had grown up in had always felt like an adventure to him, the big rooms the tall windows and the red bricks, and the chandelier that had it place in the foyer, the tinkling glass always shining like the sun. And somehow the redbrick building with the polished windows reminded him of that, and Jace thought that that had been the reason why he had bought it for Clary. Said redhead stood in front of the gallery, her hair up in a lose knot, her coat a deep shade of green. He could see her cream colored pants underneath her coat, and her black heels adding a few inches to her high. A handbag was slung over her shoulder and she was fiddling with her phone, her face wearing a deep look of concentration. He smiled at that, her nose all scrunched up and her eyebrows knitted together. He drove up to the curb and rolled down his window. "Waiting for someone?" he asked, and smiled when she jumped. "Oh god, you almost gave me a heart attack." her hand had gone to her heart and she let out a breath. "But yes, if you must know, I'm waiting for my husband." She said and winked at him. "Well if he's late, then maybe you should just go with me." Jace smiled, loving their little role-play. "Maybe you're right," she said, "but hurry, it wouldn't be good if he saw us together." she smiled walked around the car and opened the door to the passenger seat. "I missed you," she said leaning over and kissed him lightly on his lips. "I missed you too," he said, enjoying the warmth of her breath on his face, "Always." he finished, before driving into the traffic of Manhattan. The office smelled like wax candles, Clary hated that smell. Jace and she were sitting on the couch in Dr. Steakweather's office, the doctor himself not there yet.
"I hate this," Jace mumbled.
"I know," she said and put her hand onto one of his in a reassuring gesture,
he smiled at her at turned his hand up so that it was palm against palm, his
hand now holding hers.
"Maybe it's the last time," he said quietly.
"Maybe." Clary answered.
There was a click and the door opened.
"Mr. and Mrs. Herondale, ready to begin?" Hodge asked.
so hello again :) i really hope that this chapter won't be all messed up! if it is then let med know and i will fix it :)