Okay so this is chapter six. After that super intense one, huh? Someone gave me a really good idea to do one in Jace's point of view but I am terrible at it so I just kept this chapter. Remember, as unfortunate as it is for me, I don't own The Mortal Instruments characters (quadruple sad face) but i own the plot to to this story. Don't forget to follow, favorite, and REVIEW! Also, when you review, don't forget to leave your suggestion on whether baby Clace should be a boy or a girl. I have a few names picked out for each, but suggestions are welcome if not encouraged.
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I can't believe he did that to you. That's awful Clare-bear. He doesn't deserve you," said Isabelle a week later. We were sitting on my bed talking about what happened at the party after Isabelle had come out of hangover hiding.
"I know," I moped, thinking back about how someone could deny their own child. It made me sick to my stomach. Speaking of sick to my stomach, as if on cue, I couldn't hold it in any more. I ran to the nearest bathroom to hurl my guts up again. Then the tears fell, I couldn't stand this. The stupid morning sickness, the nausea, and the nerves that never went away.
"Well, the apartment is ready so we can move in today or tomorrow," said Isabelle, sounding hopeful and I gave her a fetus smile.
"I have an appointment with Dr. Dorothea today if you want to come," I said and Isabelle got excited.
"We get to see your baby. I'm so excited. I get to see my niece for the first time," she squealed. I rolled my eyes as Baker came over to me to see what the problem was.
"Yeah, I guess it," I said as I got dressed for the appointment. I put on a heather green button down and a pair of jeans and my black vans. I was ready to go. I looked in the mirror in my bathroom, there was a barely visible bump and smiled placing both of my hands on it. We walked down the stairs talking about our apartment.
"Where are you girls going," said Jon, who was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"To Clary's doctor's appointment," said Isabelle and Jonathan shot up to his room like a rocket. I had promised Jonathan a first look at his "nephew".
"Wait, don't leave without me, I'm coming now," he called down from his room and then after the creek of the stairs, Jonathan was in front of me.
"Ready to go," he asked and I smiled up at him. I looked over to Isabelle but her face was unreadable. She probably wanted to be the first person to see the baby.
"Yup," I started for the door and they followed. When we got to my car, Jonathan had to hop in the back much to his chagrin. We drove all the way to the doctor's office talking about baby things. Dr. Dorthea's was a small office, with red brick walls and a purple and gold plaque with a women and a baby on it. We all went inside and took seats feeling slightly uneasy. The pit in my stomach grew as my name was called by an overly muscular bald guy.
"Clary, do you want us to go with you," asked Jon and I nodded. All three of us went into the office where I assumed Dr. Dorthea was sitting. She had curly brown hair that was a little darker than her skin. She looked up and I gasped, she had golden green eyes.
"Clarissa Morgenstern, I take it," she said, looking up from her papers and I nodded and gave her a small smile. She smiled back at me in a way that made slightly uneasy but Jonathan and Isabelle were there so they would protect me if anything happened.
"Alrighty then, let's get started. Would you like some cucumber sandwiches or some tea. I feel like the tea calms you down," she said, gesturing the teapot and sandwiches with green in between. Jonathan of course, grabbed the nearest sandwich and shoved into his mouth.
"Charming. Your boyfriend I take it," she said, gesturing to Jonathan, who was now on his third sandwich. Maybe it what she said or that fact that he was cramming the sandwiches in his mouth, or both, but he started choking, his face was getting red and I could feel my face get red too.
"Jon's my brother," I muttered and Dr. Dorothea muttered a quick apology. She gestured to the patients chair with a big white projector looking thing hanging from the ceiling. This was where I would get my ultrasound.
"Now, let's get started," she said, as I sat down, " if you could lift up your shirt, we can begin."
I felt my face get red as I lifted up my shirt to right under my boobs, while Dr. Dorothea took a capsule of gel marked with my name on the top. Before she came over wielding the clear jelly, she took the projector thing and lowered it toward my stomach. I involuntarily sucked in my stomach and I felt someone grab my hands. Izzy and Jon grabbed both my hands, smiling down at me with reassuring smiles. I smiled back at them until I felt something cold on my stomach and I gasped. The projector like thing was attached to my stomach and Dr. Dorothea was moving it around. I looked at the screen in her office to see mostly black with pixilated splotches of gray or white.
"There's your baby," she said pointing on the screen. It was a dot the size of a pea, and I smiled.
"There's my niece," said Isabelle, looking at the screen in awe and Jon, well, Jon looked like he was about to cry.
"There's my nephew,' he murmured with tears in his eyes. I felt tears gather in my eyes too and I hugged them both to me.
"Everything is looking pretty normal. Would you like pictures," asked Dr. Dorothea and I looked to Izzy and Jon, who both nodded vigorously.
"I guess we'll take some," I smiled, and then Izzy and Jon began to argue. Over the pictures.
"I want the first pictures of my niece," said Isabelle.
"Well, I want the first pictures of my NEPHEW," countered Jon. After yelling for about ten minutes, they decided on a truce and bought two sets of twenty dollar wallet photos. We left the doctor in good spirits.
"Well you know what this means, right Clary," asked Isabelle, giving me a devilish look and I groaned. This meant more shopping.
"C'mon Clary. Don't you want to be a hot mamma," said Isabelle and Jon and I both groaned.
"Please don't use "hot mamma" and Clary, within the sentence ever again," said Jon, looking a little green. It must have been the cucumber sandwiches. I knew they looked a little sketchy. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, I pulled it out to find Mum calling me.
"Hi Mum," I answered the phone, smiling still at Izzy and Jon, who had started to argue about the gender of my baby again.
"Clary, where are you? We need you home right now," she said, sounding a little frazzled over the phone.
"We're just dropping Isabelle off at home. Why? What's wrong, Mum," I asked, I could feel my voice rising up and octave and Jon and Isabelle shot me looks of concern.
"Come home now. We have guests that are very interested in you," she said, and I could hear voices in the background murmuring and laughing.
"Okay, I'll be home in ten minutes with Jon," I said, and Mum let out a relaxed sigh.
"Okay, by the way, did you buy pictures because we would like to see them," she said in a more relaxed tone. After we said our good-byes and hung up, I explained the situation to Jon and Isabelle. Isabelle got out of the car and went into her house and we took back off toward home.
"so who do you think is at the house," said Jon and I shrugged it could be anyone. And then Jon shrugged back at me, so we turned on the radio. We jammed out to some Shakira, while Jon wriggled like a spaz, to Hips Don't Lie.
"I'm on tonight and my hips don't lie,' bellowed Jon, who sounded like a dying cat. I laughed and before I knew it, we had pulled into the driveway of our house. Jon got out of the car and wiggled some more.
"Jon, stop, my sides are hurting," I giggles, clutching my still flat stomach. I got out of my truck walked down the path to our door. Mum opened the door and my laughter immediately stopped. She looked dressed up. She wore a red wine colored dress and her hair was twisted in a bun, with no pencil holding it in place or and strands loose.
"We're in the parlor. Tell Jon when he's finished wiggling to go upstairs to put something presentable on. You too," she said, casting a wry smile over at Jon, who was doing the famous Shakira shimmy. I tugged Jon up the stairs and pushed him into his room telling him to put something presentable on and I went back into room and did the same thing. I chose a dark green a-line dress, and slid my sandals back unto my feet. As I walked out, tying my hair in a messy bun, Jon also walked out wearing a dark blue button down and a pair of jeans.
"You look nice," he said, and I felt my cheeks warm a little.
"Thanks, Mum is going to kill you for wearing jeans," I said, as we walked down the stairs and into the hallway. I heard voice hushing themselves and I turned into the doorway to see Jace looking up at me.
Duh duh duuuuuhhhhhh! Jace, you have returned and I think we all know why. Valentine and his big fat mouth. Kudos to cheleyk8 for guessing and getting it right! Okay so, review and tell me what you thought. Hate it? Love it? Maybe a little bit of both? Also don't forget to follow and favorite the story! Hugs and Love