Hello my loyal followeres, favorites, and reviews. Also hello to new viewers and visitors! Okay so this a chapter seven! I spent a lot of time working on this and honing the big fight scene to perfect and may I just give you a slight heads up. There is some CLACE action in this. Remember I don't own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters in it. I do, however, own the plot to this story. Tell me what you thought of this chapter and the fight scene. Also don't forget to REVIEW, favorite, or follow the story!

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Previously on Life Unexpected

I heard voice hushing themselves and I turned into the doorway to see Jace looking up at me.

The air in the room seemed to drop about twelve degrees. I could feel myself pale and then I shouted eight words that I wasn't particularly proud of.

"What the hell is he doing here," I shouted and everyone in the room looked taken aback. The two people sitting on either side of Jace looked shocked. The women had long white blonde hair that was tied in a chignon at the base of her neck. Jace had her eyes with the exception of the color. On Jace's other side was a man that looked so similar to him, it could have been his older brother. They both shared the same build and the same shade of golden colored hair. And then there was Jace, who looked like a mixture of his parents in the best way possible. He wore a white v-neck that hugged his arms and chest. You could see the thin outline of tattoos under his shirt.

"Clary, I take it you remember Jace," said my father, looking at Jace with an annoyed look.

"Yeah, I also him telling me it wasn't his," I growled, glaring at Jace. The color dropped from his face.

"You what? Jonathan Christopher Herondale, how could you possibly say that," shouted Jace's dad turning to him. Mum looked back and forth between, me and Jace. Jon looked like he was ready to fight teeth and nails and Jace's mum burst into tears. Jace snapped back up at his dad.

"What do you mean 'how could I say that'? Why do you think I said it," he snapped back at his father and Dad looked back at me, with a slightly perplexed look. Jace's father looked ready to punch his son in the face. Jace's mum was still crying, her chignon coming slightly undone as she pressed her head into her hands.

"Stephen, it's alright. We'll sort this out," said Dad, putting a hand on Mr. Herondale's shoulder. Mr. Herondale relaxed a little bit and his wife began to quiet down her sobbing.

"Would you still like the test done," asked Dad, Stephen shook his head, indicating a negative. I can't believe they had wanted to test me. It was probably Jace's idea, and if it was, who knows what other things he said to his parents about me.

"Well, now that everything is relatively calmer now, Celine, why don't I show you the new vase I got," said Mum, standing up. Celine stood up, sniffled and wiped her eyes and followed Mum.

"Stephen, I would like to show that new grill I got," said Dad, standing up. I saw what this was. They were trying to give us space but I don't want to be in the same space as Jace right now.

"Why don't I come with you," I asked, not taking my eyes off of Jace. I looked to Dad for a fraction of a second and he gave me glare.

"I don't think that will be necessary, Clarissa," said Dad with the undertones of "don't even think about it".

"You too Jonathan," said Dad from the threshold of the entryway, with Stephen next to him.

"I think it would be better if I stayed with Clary," said Jon, giving me a reassuring smile and look of pure venom at Jace.

"Oh please Jonathan, Clarissa can handle herself," reasoned Dad, giving me a sly smile. I inwardly rolled eyes. So Valentine was trying to play matchmaker here. Dad gave Jonathan a look and after sighing, Jon skulked out of the room behind the two men. It was just me and Jace. My back was facing him and I feel my hands clenching into fists.

"Lovely weather we're having," said Jace still sitting in his spot.

"Is the weather what you really want to talk about right now," I said, dangerously cool. I had learned it from my mother, who would do this to us when we were kids.

"Well what else would you like to talk about? The baby that isn't mine," he said sarcastically. I had had enough of this. I walked up to him and gripped him by the shirt. I brought my fist back and punched in him the face before he could do anything else. He looked shocked

"What the hell was that for," he shouted.

"That was for calling me a slut," I said, stomping a foot to punctuate it.

"Well what do you expect me to say? 'Oh, this is great. I've always wanted to be a father?' because I didn't want to be a father and I still don't," he shouted back at me, standing up and moving closer. And I glared back at him, with a look from hell.

"You need to own up to the fact that it is yours, and you're already a father whether you like it or not," I shouted back at him, moving closer. At this point we were nose to nose, breathing heavily, glaring down at each other. Then he kissed me. It was one of those angry kisses. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. I fisted a hand into his hair, and I felt and hand grip my waist tightly. His tongue was hot against mine and our teeth clashed angrily. We stop to breathe and then I remember who I just kissed. I made an audible gasp and wiggle out of Jace's grasp. I back out the room, leaving the room wearing a horrified face. I went to the bathroom and wiped my face with water. It was hot to the touch. I just kissed Jace Herondale, the father of my baby. I just kissed Jace Herondale. I JUST KISSED JACE HERONDALE, my mind whispered to me over and over again. I leaned over the sink, hoping that this was just a dream and that I would wake up from. But as soon as I opened my eyes, I groaned. It wasn't a dream.

"Clarissa, please, sit with me," said Celine after I walked out of the bathroom and I grabbed the chair next to her, giving Jon an apologetic look.

"Now Clarissa, I know you may not know me very well, but I would love to be there for you and my grandbaby. Doctor's appointments, shopping, a baby shower, you name it, I'll be there," she said, giving me a soft smile. I smiled back. How could she be Jace's mother? She was so nice, whereas Jace was…not so nice.

"Clary, why don't you show them the ultrasound," asked Mum and I went to stand up and grabbed them but Jon had already whipped out the one in his wallet, passing it around.

"Aw, Stephen, look at her," Celine gushed.

"Or him," Stephen chipped in and Celine gave him an annoyed look.

"Oh, he or she is really tiny," said Mum, looking at the picture with soft eyes. Dad was the last to look at the picture.

"This one is going to be a boy, I can feel it," he said, closing his eyes for a second, and giving me the smallest of smiles.

"What were you thinking about with names," said Celine, looking back at me after handing the photo back to Jonathan.

"I don't know. I was waiting to tell Jace but, I guess someone did that for me," I said, shooting Dad a look.

"I've always thought that Jonathan was a very noble name. It means "Given by God", you know," said Jon, looking particularly proud of himself. All of the adults in the room laughed.

"That's actually not a bad name," said a new voice and I turned to see Jace, his nose flushed of any blood looking down at the table. More specifically, down at me. I could feel my face heat up as I looked down at my plate. Suddenly the Tuna tartar looked really appetizing.

"We have too many Jonathan's as it is, and what if it's a girl," I said, glancing up from my food.

"We'll figure it out, but your father said it would most likely a boy. Herondale genes usually kick in when it comes to gender," he said, shrugging and sitting down next to Jon, who glared at him.

"It's true, since the 1800's there have been only two girls within the Herondale family that are of blood," said Stephen, looking smug about his lineage. I glared back at Jace with a 'hell hath no fury but my glare does' look.

"Well, any names so far, Clarissa," asked Dad, looking at me expectantly. Everyone was looking at me expectantly. I could feel that knot in my stomach grow. I rushed from my chair to the bathroom down the hall. After pushing the door open, I slammed down into the toilet and proceeded to vomit up my stomach. The first wave of nausea went through me and then, as I started my second, I felt my hair being pulled off my neck, and I glanced up to see golden eyes looking down at me.

"What are you doing here," I asked, looking down at the white of the toilet seat.

"I saw the pictures and it made me realize that I needed to own up to what we did," he said slowly, measuring his words. I could feel his eyes boring into me.

"Are we in this together," he asked, his voice much softer than it was earlier. He was doing the thing I wanted him to do. He was going to be there for this child whether he wanted to or not. I gulped and looked up from the toilet seat into his golden eyes. They were alive and so bright a gold. Together? I gave him a pointed look.

"Not like that but as two people who are going to figure this out," he said, standing up and holding out a hand. I felt a little disappointed he hadn't meant together the way I thought it would be but it was a start. Taking the hand meant we would do this together but not taking it meant problems for my child later. Hesitantly, I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. I stumbled, my feet not used to the sudden weight, not that I was heavy. I could feel Jace's hand move to my arm and his arm move around my waist as if to catch me if I fell. I looked up into his eyes and I felt my breathing get a little bit more labored.

"Okay," I said, detaching myself from him and walking out of the room. I could feel my face slowly turn into a tomato as I walked into my room to change into something else.