Okay guys this is Chapter two and I hope you guys enjoy it. Claryification (ha-ha oh puns): It originally said Emma but when I originally wrote the story it was Emma instead of Clary but now that I'm writing it as a Fanfiction, I used Clary as my main character. But alas, Clary as well as any other character mentioned in The Mortal Instruments does not belong to me. They belong to Cassie Clare, whom I love for writing the book series previously stated. I do however own the story being told within the confines of pages. So hope you enjoy and don't forget to leave a review.
I called my best friend, Isabelle, over. With Izzy, you could always tell when she was around. Baker, our golden retriever, went nuts whenever she was around. It probably had something to do with the fact that she everything she tried to cook ended up being only fit for dogs anyway.
"Where is she, Baker," Izzy muttered from downstairs. I could hear Baker tromp up the stairs with Isabelle in pursuit
"Hey Clare, what's up," said Izzy. I couldn't bring myself to move. It was s if everything was glued to the one pregnancy test that lay on the floor in front of me. My exam textbooks were pushed aside as I had made room for the test.
"Clare," asked Izzy. Isabelle sat down across from Indian style. After her eyes widening at the test on the floor, my eyes began to water.
"Clary, is this yours," asked Isabellein a hushed tone. I nodded and hot tears fell down my cheeks. Isabelle took the test and threw it away.
"It's okay. We'll figure this out. When did this happen," Isabelle asked.
"About two to three weeks ago," I said, after letting out a small sob. Izzy looked at me and sighed. She could tell this was hurting me. It was hurting me.
"When we get our apartment, I'll help you raise this baby. It'll have two mommies instead of one," said Izzy. I looked up surprised and a fetal smile spread across my face as I rubbed my stomach.
"You still want to be roommates," I asked, and Isabelle gave me the "are freaking kidding me?" look.
"What kind of a question is that? Of course! Now give me the details about this guy. Maybe we can find him and tell him about the baby," Izzy said and I thought of him. The pains in my chest were back.
"I don't want to talk about him right now," I said, furrowing my eyebrows, he made my heart hurt but he also made my head hurt.
"We're gonna have to eventually," said Isabelle and I realized that I, like Isabelle, had examinations and rushed to change clothes.
"Clary, what are you doing," asked Izzy. Isabelle was already for the day. Her long black hair was in a ponytail and her eyeliner was sleek. Isabelle in other words was presentable. I, on the other hand, was not. My eyes were probably puffy from the crying and my pajama shorts were wrinkled. My hair was also tied up in messy bun which I redid after changing into skinny jeans and t-shirt.
"Ready," asked Isabelle standing up. We made our way downstairs after yelling at Jonathan to stop making out with his girlfriend. After we were attacked by Baker, we left. Isabelle drove a pale blue CMC with cracked brown leather seats and a radio that only plays Christmas music. Luckily, it worked when you put in CDs so we just listened to some alternative music that Isabelle's boyfriend, Simon, made for her. Getting to school took about twenty minutes so we arrived just in time to tell each other bye and head to our respective classes.
My last college examinations and then my whole future ahead of me, I thought. Me and this baby, I mean. I tried to focus on the law exam in front of me. I really did but every time I finished a question, I thought about the baby slowly dividing in my stomach. I did the same thing in my final Art exam. We were to finish and turn in our final projects, Mine was a painting by Paul Cezanne. After I was done, I put it on the drying rack and told my teacher I was done.
"So Java Jones," asked Isabelle, saddling up to me in hallway. I jumped. Everything was making me jumpy. I nodded and went back to Izzy's car, and drove ten minutes down the street until we hit the small, hole in the wall coffee place. My mind, however, was elsewhere. My mind ran up the streets down the hills and up the buildings around me. All of it involving the fetus growing in my stomach.
"Clare," asked Isabelle and my head snapped up and gave her a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, I was lost in thought," I replied, in a half dazed sort of way. I got out of the car and followed Isabelle into the shop. We had been coming to Java Jones together since we did karate in 6th grade and we were old enough to walk across the street. The walls of the shop were a cozy mustard yellow and everything from the chairs to the counter was a dark brown wood. We sat at our respective corner table with a lamp next to them. I went up to order for Isabelle and I.
"Welcome to Java Jones, what can I get you," asked the guy. My eyes were on the menu. I picked a croissant and a Cocoa Bean Crumble for myself and Chai Tea Skinny Latte with a shot of Irish crème for Isabelle. I looked down to pay and I squeaked. In front of me was a guy. The guy. His name suddenly popped into my head and I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Jace," I exclaimed. Jace's eyes snapped up and he looked up. His golden eyes were wide and his golden blonde curls were falling in his face. His dark blue beanie had slipped down his head and fell the floor.
"Yes," he asked, "wait, you're that girl."
"I'm Clary, we didn't exactly exchange names while the clothes were coming off did we," I asked and Jace chuckled.
"Do you live here," asked Jace. I nodded and said my house was about ten minutes away. And I found out he is Will's cousin, who is Tessa's husband. I gave the money to him telling him to keep the change. And then I . Me. No clothes. Baby. I looked down at my stomach. My flat but ab-less stomach. Soon it would slowly grow to the point where my feet were no longer visible. I gulped and went back to the table.
"Hey Clare, I was thinking, maybe we should get a loveseat for our apartment, I mean, we have the room we can put it in the living across from the tv," babbled Isabelle.
"Izzy," I said but she hadn't finished.
"Or maybe we could just put it in the main hallway, or would that be too tacky," she rambled on.
"Iz," I grumbled, I was getting aggravated.
"Or maybe we can just not get one. I don't like any of the loveseats at Furniture anyway," Izzy prattled.
"Isabelle," I screamed and everyone in the store looked up. Including Jace. I could feel my face flushing and I sat down before I turned into the human tomato.
"What Clary, you've made a scene," asked Izzy irritated. Isabelle was also blushing even though the people had long since turned their heads back to their previous conversations or occupations.
"He's here," I breathed. My eyes were looking at Isabelle, no, staring at Izzy expectantly.
"He's here," asked Isabelle, looking around violent. I shook her head and I very discreetly pointed at Jace, who was still manning the booth. At this point, his dark curls had fallen into his eyes as he was working.
"He's hot," said Isabelle, looking at him appreciatively, "way to go Clary."
"No way to go Clary because he's the father of this," I patted my stomach.
"Well, you better think of something because he should be in your kid's life. Don't be one of those parents," said Isabelle, giving me a pointed look. She had one of those parents. Her mother wouldn't tell her who her father was so she tracked him down. He didn't even know he had a daughter and had been in her life ever since.
"Order for Clary," shouted a voice. It was Jace calling to me. I rose from my seat and went up the barista.
"There you go," he said giving me a wink and secret smile. What was that all about, I thought as I sat down. I took a long sip from my cup and Isabelle took one from hers. After the long drinks, I noticed Isabelle's wide brown eyes staring at my cup.
"Holy shit, Clary. Look at your cup," said Isabelle, scooting closer. There by the check mark was a phone number and J next to it. I looked over to where Jace was working. His back was turned so I couldn't see his face but, I smiled at his back. We left Java Jones and drove back to my house. After we were in the safety of my room, Isabelle turned expectantly to me.
"Well? You've seen him. Are you gonna tell him," she asked. It hadn't really occurred to me that I had to tell him that he was the father of the baby but I had no choice.
"Let me get to know him first. He could be terrible and if he is, I don't want that influencing me or our child," I said, thinking about the many talks my mom has given us about sex, babies, and families.
"That seems like a good idea. How long are you waiting," she asked and I said one month.
"Okay that sounds like a plan. I got a text from the landlady and she said that the room should be ready within a few days so start packing," said Isabelle. I nodded and smiled at Izzy, knowing that she would be there for me every step of the way.
"I need to tell my parents. I'll tell them tonight but I need you to be there with me," I said visibly gulping at the idea of telling Valentine Morgenstern that I, his own daughter, was pregnant. I worried. What if he disowned me? He told Jonathan that if he ever got a girl pregnant out of wedlock, he would disown him. Does the same thing apply to me? I gulped again. Isabelle would be right by my side I hope. Jonathan would too. And so would Mum, hopefully.
"Definitely. I wouldn't want my favorite red head and the strawberry blonde within your stomach getting hurt verbally now would I," she said smiling an understand smile. After that we talked about little things. Like the party that was happening at Jordan Kyle's house next weekend or about how Magnus, her brother Alec's boyfriend, lost Chairman Meow again.
"He's probably off somewhere humping Church," Isabelle said, causing both of us to laugh. We laughed until our sides hurt. It was times like these when I would reflect on how far Isabelle and I came.
"Girls, it's dinner time," called my father from downstairs. I visibly paled and I gulped. Isabelle tugged me down the stairs where my family including Jon's girlfriend, Ariel. Isabelle and I sat across from them with my father and mother sitting at either end of the table. The food was divine. Mum clearly was on her a-game tonight. It was some type of fish with vegetables covered in a butter sauce.
"Mrs. Morgenstern, the food is wonderful," said Ariel. She was kissing up to Mum. I guess it wasn't hard to tell that Jon was a big momma's boy. Mum smiled and ate, shooting Dad a small glare. Dad didn't like her cooking too much. He preferred his mother's cooking.
"I have an announcement," I said after everyone was finished. Everyone's head whipped to me and Isabelle held my hand under the table.
"I'm pregnant."
Well that was a long chapter and you got me JAAAACCCEEEE. And thankfully, he is a Herondale so I'm not going to jerk you around by switching up names (Wayland to Morgenstern; Morgenstern to Herondale with Lightwood on top of that). So yeah. Maybe sometime between next Friday and Saturday, I will update and you will get to see Valentine's reaction the Clary's confession. Remember to review! Love you guys!
-IL