"Jace" yelled clary, impatiently. Sighing like a little girl having a tantrum, an appropriate analogy. Clary got a grunt in return, which was fair, since Jace was halfway through brushing his teeth. But clary was not going to take a grunt as an answer and she yelled again.
"aat es eet?" said Jace, his mouth full of the foamy produce of the toothpaste.
"We have to go shopping" complained Clary
There was a time of silence as Jace washed his toothbrush and cleaned out his mouth. He opened the bathroom door slightly more to account for his large frame.
He walked up behind clary and slipped his hands around her now faintly swollen stomach and rested one on her abdomen and the other around her neck in a backwards cuddling fashion.
"And why is that, Clary?" inquired Jace.
"Because none of my clothes fit me now" moaned Clary.
"All right," said Jace, leaning down to address the child "but no more growing"
He stood back up and hugged clary like the way they did before and clary watching his long slim fingers encompass her entire stomach.