A/N

Hi guys! I'm sorry it took this long to update, but I kept having to re-write it :/ In my opinion, this is bloody awful. But I had to give you something.

All the clothes mentioned in this chapter will be/have been put in a set on Polyvore. I'll either add a link in a review or on my page. Maybe both.

August – One month later

"Jace! Jace come here!" I shout, standing in front of my full length mirror. He comes skidding into our bedroom, spatula in hand. "What is it Clary?!"

I take my top off, revealing my belly, and stand sideways. "Look at my bump Jace! I finally have a bump!" He smiles widely, his smile reaching his eyes. Jace kneels down in front of me and kisses my belly. I ruffle his hair, and kiss him. He stands up and reaches for the camera. "Okay, photo time!" He snaps a couple of photos of my belly from different angles.

We're watching Supernatural, when Jace pipes up.

"You know what this means, right?" He says.

"Uh…"

"Isabelle shopping trip." I'd forgotten about that….

"Yeah, but only if she sees. Which she hasn't yet.'

He looks down sheepishly.
"I may have sent her pictures..."

"By the angel… I'm not sure I can cope," I groan. "I get tired enough as it is."

"I know, I know." Jace replies quickly. "I'll speak to her, see what I can do."

"Thanks baby. Well, I'm going to have a shower."

Jace's eyes sparkle. "Mind if I join you?" Should've seen that one coming…

"Yes, I do mind actually." He pouts, and his puppy dog face appears,
"Pwetty please."

"No, Jace, I'm not in the mood."

"As, come on," He says, pulling me in by the waist. "You know you want to."

"NO MEANS NO JACE!" I stand up and storm off, leaving behind a bewildered looking Jace.

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"I'm taking her shopping Jace!" Izzy insists.

"She doesn't want to go, Isabelle," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "And she doesn't need to, anyway."

"Clary never wants to go shopping, Jace." She points out. "And you're going on holiday, she needs beach clothes. Also, do you seriously think she's going to start that small footed long. She'll need more clothes." She's right actually.

"Okay, fine, but keep her safe, be careful with her."
Izzy rolls her eyes at me. "I know, Jace. Stop being so overprotective!"

I sigh. "I have a very good reason to be, she's carrying my baby! I need to keep her safe, and you know what she's like!"

She looks me directly In the eye. "Don't worry, Jace. I'll look after her!"

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Clary POV

Izzy pulls out a pen and a pad of paper. "Okay. We need clothes for your holiday, winter staying in and going out and some for this sort of weather."

I groan. "By the AngeI, I really hate you right now."

"You will love me at the end of this Clary."

"Yeah, sure. So can I drive to the mall?"

"So, do you want a boy or a girl?"
"I don't really mind. Me and Jace want two kids, I hope that we'll get a boy and girl."

"I can just imagine what Jace will be like when she get's her boyfriend."

"He'll get so overprotective! The boy will probably run away!"
"Clary, you realise you have to have a girl now, right? And you have to try and make Jace have 'The Talk' with her."

"No, that's just mean. Can you imagine how mortifying that would be?!"

"Ugh fine. But he definitely has to give your boy the talk."

"Of course! I'm not explaining it to him!"

I pull into a space in the mall, and jump out of my car. As I expected, Iz grabs my hand, and pulls me into the nearest shop. "Okay, bikinis, beach dresses, flip flops, hats, sun cream, everything." She grabs a basket and picks up random things, chucking them in. I spot a collection of converse across the store and run over. There are loads of different colours, but I pick blue because that's my favourite colour at the moment. "Clary!" Iz shouts across the store. "Come try this stuff on!" She says, shoving a basket at me, and pushing me towards the fitting rooms. I go through the basket. Faded blue t-shirt - like it. Denim shorts – yes. Long flowing dress – not happening. Look extremely fat in it, as well as stupid, and with my coordination, it will not end well. I'll most likely trip on it! Colourful tankini set – yes, not overly revealing. Blue sandals – yes. White sandals – yes, small heels. Fake denim dress, nice and comfortable. Blue fit and flare dress – I guess we'll have to eat out.. this can be my dinner dress. A white waterfall dress, another dinner dress, quite comfy, doesn't look that bad. And flip-flops – whatever.

I step out of the fitting room and put the clothes back in the basket. "I'm impressed, Izzy, no killer heels. That maxi dress will be a nightmare, you know what I'm like. I'll fall over."

She shrugs. "Oh well, I tried."
"I could really do with some chips right now. I'm craving chips."
She rolls her eyes at me. "Of course you are."

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing. Go and queue up in McDonalds while I pay for this, and I'll meet you there."
"Okie dokes."

"Okay, now you need some clothes for the winter, you know when you're going out."

I am fucking exhausted. I want to go home, hug Jace and fall asleep. "I don't really care, right now Izzy. I want to go home."

"Oh come on, we've only been out two hours."

"Yeah, well I'm pregnant."
"Excuses, excuses! Now let's find some more clothes."

She scours the racks, occasionally chucking dresses at me. "I do hope you realise I'm not going to be wearing any of this. Ever."

"Oh, I beg to differ." Whatever. I'll deal with this another time.

"Anyways, there's no other decent clothing in this store, so change."

I'm not gonna try any of this on. None of it's too long, and I can't really be bothered. I mean, I know I'll hate it anyway. I sit in the fitting room for a couple of minutes, scrolling through twitter. It's so odd, Oli Sykes is only following 3 accounts, including his own band and clothing line!

"Clary, you done?"

"Yeah, Iz."

"Any complaints?"
"Yeah. All of them." I scowl at Izzy as we walk up to the cashier.

"Well, I'm getting them for you anyways."
"Can I go home after this then?"
"Fine. But we need to go dress shopping soon, for the winter ball."
"Who's hosting it?"

"Can't remember."

"Well, that's helpful."
"And here is your receipt, madam." Izzy thanks the cashier, and we leave the store.

AT JACE AND CLARY'S HOUSE

"So, you got a girlfriend yet?" I tease.

"No," Max replies. "I'm hoping to meet someone at the winter ball."
"That's actually a good idea, Max."

He chuckles. "No need to sound so surprised. Anyway, I brought chicken curry, want some?"
"Yeah, sure, Clary shouldn't be home for a while, so we're safe."

He shoots me a curious look. "Why can't you have it when Clary is around?"

"I don't really know, to be honest. Just ever since she's been pregnant, the smell has made her sick."
"Huh. That's odd." Max says, putting the curry in the microwave.

"So, what will you be looking for at the ball?"
"She has to be smart, Jace, you know that. And I prefer brunettes." He opens his mouth to say more but I shush him. "Is that a car I hear?"

"Well, I guess Clary's back already."

"Shit. Prepare yourself for vomit, and don't stand too near her."
I hear a key turn in the door, and then the click of what I presume are Izzy's heels clicking down the hallway.
Clary runs into my arms, hugging me tightly. "It was torture, Jace, torture!" She says, lifting her head up. She sniffs the air, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Ugh, what is that smell?" Clary clamps her hand over her mouth and starts heaving.
"Sink, Clare-Bear, sink." I steer her by the shoulders in the direction of the sink, and just in time, she vomits. I quickly tie her hair back and rub her back. Okay, less sick than normal, not too bad. Clary lifts her head up, and looks round the room. "Oh, hey Max." He grins at her.
"Hi."
"I'm going to have a shower," she says to me. "Hopefully, it will make me feel less icky. I won't kiss you." She walks off to the bathroom, leaving me, Izzy and Max.

"Well," I say, scratching my head.
"Actually, I wanted to say something, which fits in with what just happened."

"You're pregnant?! But Simon's a vampire!"

"No, I'm not pregnant, I actually want to give Jace some.. advice." Izzy looks at me. "Okay, Jace, there are a lot of things you're going to have to deal with, so take note. Clary's morning sickness is going to last her whole pregnancy, and her sense of smell increases, which means certain smells can be repulsive and nauseous to her. Also, she'll need the toilet all the time, especially during the night. Lucky for you, Clary's boobs are going to get bigger. Unlucky for you, they'll get really sore and she probably won't want you touching them. Plus, constipation, she'll probably lose interest in foods she normally likes, and get weird cravings."

"Well. That's… a lot of things…"

"Yeah. Look after her."

"Of course I will, Iz. I love her,"

Max clears his throat.

"Anyway, I'll check on Clary, see if she's up to eating.."

I enter the bedroom to find my Clary, still in her, fast asleep on her bed.

A/N

I'm sorry, that got even shittier as it went on. I hope to update soon, but if I don't, it's down to exams.