Hey guys! A guest requested a chapter with Clary struggling with her pregnancy, and Jace being supportive and amazing as usual. I hope you guys like it, and keep leaving ideas and reviewing. Thanks!

Clary stared at herself in the full length mirror in her bathroom. She was dressed in a tank top that barely covered her pregnant belly, and some black boy shorts. Her curly red hair was thrown together in a bun atop her head, unruly curls framing her face.

She grimaced at her reflection.

Jace must've told Clary a thousand times a day just how beautiful he thought she was. But standing in front of that mirror, she didn't look pretty. She certainly didn't feel pretty either. Her face had a summery glow to it due to her lounging outside during the day, and her eyes were big and green. Her auburn hair lost most of its orangey hue as she got older, and now it was a deep auburn red. But that didn't matter.

All Clary could focus on was the changes that were happening to her body. Her breasts were two cup sizes bigger, which was pretty uncomfortable for someone who was an A cup all her life. Her stomach always got in her way when she tried to pick something up or tie her shoes.

Clary loved her unborn child so much it was unreal, but she had to admit that it was getting harder to walk around, or dress in clothes comfortably. Waddling here and there was unpleasant, and Clary couldn't wait until she gave birth to her first son so she could walk normally again.

Clary sighed unhappily as she tugged the too-small tank top down to try to cover her protruding stomach. She took another deep breath before trudging out of the bathroom and into the living room. Jace sat on the sofa, flipping through channels to find something good to watch. It was their ritual for Sunday nights now, and it was truly something she looked forward to.

Clary sat on the couch, laying her head on Jace's lap. Her face must have showed her distress, because Jace's hands stroked Clary's hair softly as he looked down at her. "What's wrong, honey?"

Clary shrugged but didn't meet his eyes. Instead she stared at the TV, not really seeing anything. She was just sad. It was one of those days, and she had them every now and then. Though, usually Jace knew nothing about them. Clary was excellent at hiding it.

Not this time. "Baby?"

The endearment made her flush with pleasure, and she reluctantly met his gaze. "Hmm?"

"What's on your mind?" he asked, his thumb stroking her forehead affectionately. Clary leaned in to his hand.

"I'm just in a mood," she shrugged it off like it was nothing, but she wasn't fooling Jace. He knew her too well for that.

"Uh uh, tell me what's bothering you," he said. "Maybe I can help."

Clary knew he couldn't really help her. She was just having a hard time. She felt too fat, too swollen all the time. There was nothing he could do for that. "I'm just being weird, you know me."

Jace squinted at her. "You're being weirder than usual though. C'mon babe, you know you can talk to me about anything."

Clary sighed. He wasn't going to drop it, but when he knew something was wrong. "I'm having trouble with things, Jace. It's nothing really. Just don't like the way I look right now, but I'll be okay," she said. "I'm just being a girl about it. No big deal."

Jace immediately responded with, "And what's wrong with how you look right now? You're gorgeous, Clare."

Clary rolled her eyes and looked back at the TV. "You don't understand," she grumbled. "Just because you say that doesn't make it so."

Jace blinked at her. "Of course it does," he replied. "I'm always right. Just like my wife is always beautiful."

Clary groaned and covered her face with her hands in frustration. "Jace, I'm pretty sure you're bound by law to say these things," she muttered through her fingers. "Either that, or you're scared I'll kick your ass if you say otherwise."

Jace chuckled, "Clary, stop," he pried her hands away from her face to find that tears were flooding her eyes. He wiped them away gently. "You're pregnant, Clary. With our child. And that's probably the most amazing thing I've ever had in my life."

Clary sniffed and looked up at him as he spoke. His fingers caressed her cheek softly. "You should never feel this way, Clary. You've singlehandedly made me the happiest man on this earth just by being with me."

"Jace-"

"Our child is going to be the most beautiful thing in the world, babe. And you're the one who's carrying him. You're the one who's taking care of him right now," he ran his thumb across her lips. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, and you're so beautiful, Clary. You have no idea."

She didn't say anything, just looked at her husband with watery eyes.

"So don't ever feel like you're less than absolutely perfect," he smiled. "Also, your waddle is damn near perfected, and that's something to be proud of."

Clary laughed and swatted his hand away from her face. "You had me there for a second. I almost thought you were someone else." Jace chuckled and his hands returned to playing with her hair.

"I meant every word, Clare. Don't forget that."

She nodded as she reached for his face. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers softly. "I love you so much, babe," he whispered against her lips.

"Mhmmmm."

Jace grinned and pulled back, "Oh don't you worry, I know you love me too," he said. "You don't even have to waste your breath."

Clary's grin spread across her face. "Oh, good," she sighed, "because this conversation was sooooo exhausting."

Jace perked up a bit, "So you're reserving your energy for other things then, right?" Clary could feel his excitement coursing through his body and into her own.

"You're such a dork."

"That's a yes, right?"

Clary shook her head with a giggle and met his gaze once again. "Ya know, Jace," she said. "I was just about to take a shower-"

Before she even finished her sentence, Jace had her in his arms. He was halfway to the bathroom when Clary burst out laughing, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I love you too, Jace."