Hello, my faithful friends and followers! So this is Chapter 14! Shoutout to EmFinch for being the 100th follower! Wow, i can't believe this is Chapter 14 (color me majorly excited). I just want to thank all of you for being so great with REVIEWS and follows and favorites. And now, on with the story!

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"Hey Magnus, do you want to take me baby shopping," I asked. And I could see a fetal smile spread across his face as he nodded

We wondered through Toy R Us, with a mound of baby clothes in the basket.

"Would this be cute on him," Magnus asked, holding up a neon blue shirt. The same neon blue as his trench coat, "We could match."

I felt my eyes roll. As much as I loved Magnus I didn't want to have bright colors are glittery things on the baby. Simple, like I hope everything turned out to be.

"Clary, are you listening," asked Magnus, waving a hand in front of my face, when he pulled out a pea green onesie with the words stud in big black letters and a muffin under it. I laughed and nodded putting it into the basket.

"So, Clary have you thought of any names yet," he asked as we went down the aisle.

"I like Connor or Aaron. Jonathan is still trying to force his name on him but I might do that for a middle name. What about you," I asked, looking at the baby food. I wouldn't need that for five months, I thought to myself. Magnus and I made small talk about the names.

"Did you talk to Jace about names yet," asked Magnus and I shook my head. This whole relationship was going fast and I felt that baby names were moving the relationship. I could feel Jace's doubts shifting like snakes under his skin. He said he was terrified and that scared me. What if he wanted out? I realized that I was still clutching the baby food. It shattered and puke green puree splattered over my hands and clothes.

"Clary! Are you alright," asked Magnus from me to the splattered baby food.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I covered. Magnus gave me a once over. His eyes landed on my hand.

"No you're not, you're bleeding," he gestured to my hand. I looked down to see puke green and violent red mixed together. It was making a sickly brown color. I covered my mouth trying not to vomit. But it didn't help. I keeled over and hurled out my lunch. Or my lack of.

"You're obviously not fine," said Magnus grimacing. I looked up and suddenly I started to sob. Gut wrenching sobs that racked my body. I had no idea what was happening to me. I just sank to my knees crying.

"Clary," asked Magnus, "what's really wrong here?"

I sighed, tears still running down my cheeks.

"It's Jace. I took him with me to the doctors and at first he wasn't sold on it. Maybe I pushed it on him. I know he said he would take responsibility but I feel like he's only saying that. I mean you heard what happened when he first finds out. What if he gets cold feet about this and leaves? I can't be a single mom, I can't do it alone," I cried into his chest. He rubbed my back.

"Clary, even if that hypothetically does happen, you have us. Me and Alexander, and Isabelle and Jonathan and your parents! We will always be there for you and the baby," he said, flashing me a smile.

"Thanks Magnus," I said, hugging him again. Then I stepped back and surveyed the damage. Then I began to laugh. Laughter rippled out of Magnus as we took each other in. Magnus had green goo on the back of his trench coat and on the knees of his black trousers. We stood there laughing like maniacs.

"I leave you two alone and this is what I find," said a voice from the far end of the aisle. It was Isabelle. I don't know how she got here but she strutted over to where we were and assed the situation. I probably looked a mess. Brown goo covered my arm and part of my shirt. There was blood dripping down my arm and I was standing in a pool of gooey green peas. I felt my face get hot and I looked over to Magnus.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up,' said Magnus, chuckling and pulling me down the aisle. We purchased the clothes with strange looks from the cashier. As we walked out of the store, we heard "Clean up on aisle 5". We looked at each other deviously and laughed our butts back to the car.

So seeds of doubt are in Clary's mind. How...interesting. Just because I said I wasn't going to jerk you around with the whole Jace Wayland/Morgenstern/Lightwood/Herondale jazz doesn't mean I wasn't going to jerk you around with the whole cliche thing. I think most people know what I'm hinting at but I'll make up for more Clace next chapter. Also, what is the most embarassing thing you've ever done in a mall or store? Also don't forget to leave me a review or PM me with ideas for baby names. Just because Clary likes those doesn't mean I'm sticking with those... Love you guys!

-IL