Glad you guys are liking it so far.
Daire123: I like your idea. I might make Valentine tell clary his dying wish is to walk her down the aisle.
Clary POV:
Clary and Magnus finally arrive at the Morgenstern Mansion. The servants rush to take their luggage and welcome them in.
"Wow," Magnus says. "This is your house?" He looks around the living room.
Now, money has never been a problem. Dad has inherited the family business and has made it even bigger and better.
"Yeah, Mom loves art so she buys a lot of paintings," I say as I look around the room. The living room is big and cozy. There were paintings and pictures of us.
"Here, this way," I lead Magnus through the den and to the kitchen.
"Oh. My. God." Magnus says as he looks at the kitchen counter. It is filled with all types of foods. Magnus picks up a cookie and moans instantly. "This is so good," he takes another bite. "Who made these?!"
There was a chuckle behind me and a, "I made them."
I turned around to see a familiar face. "Madame Dorothea," I run up to the old lady and hugged her furiously. "How are you?"
"I am doing good. How are you, Clare?"
"I am well. Where is everyone?"
"Your mother is in her room. She hasn't come out of it for a while now," a look of worry crosses her face. "Your father is at the doctor's. He had a checkup. He should be back soon." I frown.
"Did he go alone?"
"Luke went with him."
"Oh." I don't like the fact that Dad had to go alone to his check-ups. Luke is our family friend. He was my English teacher as well. I am glad that Luke is with Dad. Jonathan should be the one taking him.
"Where is Jonathan?" I asked.
"We don't know." Dorothea says meekly. I nod and she leaves.
"Mags!" While we were talking, Magnus has walked away. I have no clue where he went.
"Magnus!" No answer.
I give up on looking for him and go to my Mom instead.
"Mom?" I say gently as I opened my parent's bedroom door. I walk further into the room and notice how dark it is. I walk over to the windows and open up the curtains. Sunlight pours in the room.
My Mom is laying on the bed, wide awake.
"Mommy?" I kneel in front of her and shake her shoulder.
She jerks up. "Clary?" she whispers. Her eyes are wide and scared.
"Hey, Mom."
Jocelyn pulls me into a tight hug. "Oh, I have missed you so much."
"I missed you too Mom," I pull away and sit on the bed. "How are you?" I ask her gently.
"Fine." Is her short response.
"Mom, you don't look fine," I look at her. Her hair is a mess. She seems to have lost a lot of weight. Her face was pale and thin. "When was the last time you ate?"
She doesn't say anything or looks at me.
"Mom, what's going on?" I press.
"It's nothing Clary. I am just worried about your father." She gets up and wipes her hands on the front of her jeans. She picks up a glass of water and some meds.
"What is that for?"
"Anti-depressants." Mom mummers and goes to the bathroom.
So she really is depressed. I don't think these pills are working. I have to do something about this.
"Clary!" Magnus runs to me and hugs me.
"Mags, I can't breathe," I squeaked.
"I got lost! I was so scared." Magnus weeps.
"Where did you go?"
"I went on a tour of this house and then I got lost."
I sigh and we walk to the kitchen to eat something. On our way there I showed Magnus his room, my room, and the game room.
When we got to the kitchen, Mom was standing there.
"Mom, this is Magnus. He is my friend." I introduce Magnus to Mom.
"Hello, I am Jocelyn." Mom and Magnus shake hands and we all sit together and eat.
Mom and I were catching up and making plans to have a girls day when the front door opened and Dad walked in.
"Father!" I run over to Dad and hug him.
"Ah, my princess," Valentine hugs me tightly. "I am glad you came to visit."
We walk into the kitchen and I introduce Magnus to Dad. Mags was feeling a little intimidated by my Dad so he excused himself to his room.
"What did the doctor say Dad and where is Luke?"
"Luke had some work to do so, he left. The doctor, Dr. Lightwood, said that there are no improvements in my kidney. There are no matches for me either. They are looking for a transplant but the line is too long. The good news is, I may live for more than 3 months," I've been frowning this whole time and when he said the good news, my mouth split into a wide smile.
"if, I take my meds on time and get my regular check-ups and treatments." Dad finishes.
"I mean, that's good. You get to live more than 3 months. Dad, you don't have to worry. I am here. I will take care of you guys." I reach my hands out and take one of my Dad's hands and one of my Mom's. "I won't leave you guys."
It was around midnight when I gave up on sleep. My body was used to being up at this time because of the time differences. And also because my mind keeps wondering. I walked out of my room and to the double doors that were at the end of the hallway.
Pushing open the doors, I walk to the balcony. I let the chilly breeze bite into my face and bare arms. It's late September, the weather at night always drops a couple degrees.
I rub my arms and look out at the view. The city is brighter than ever. There are no stars visible. The only light is from the busy New York streets and buildings.
"Why are you up?" I hear a deep voice. No doubt, my Dad.
I shrug and reply without turning. "Couldn't sleep." I hear some rustling behind me and then something warm is wrapped around my shoulders. Dad has wrapped a blanket around me.
"Is something bothering you?" he asks.
"No, it's just…" it's just what? What is it that's bothering me? My career? Can't be that. It's going well. My parents? Well yeah, duh. I am very worried about them. Jace? Yeah. Definitely that.
"Go on." Dad encourages as he stands by me.
Then it hits me. He doesn't have that long left. My dad is dying. In a few months, I won't have nobody other than my mom. Nobody will call me 'Princess'. Nobody will checkup on me like my Dad did. Nobody will understand me like my Dad does. Who will take care of me like he does?
All the memories rush to me in an instant. Dad at my school talent show. Screaming how proud he was at me when I won the first prize. Dad painting with me. Even when he had no idea of what he was drawing. Dad at my first Volleyball game. Cheering me and my team up even when we were losing. Dad teaching me how to drive. Dad telling me how beautiful I was when those bitches called me ugly. Dad cleaning me up when Kaelie threw trash at me. Dad taking me out to eat at my favorite restaurants when I refused to eat anything because I was too fat. Dad crying when he saw me laying on the bathroom floor, tear strained face, empty pill bottle in one hand and barely conscious. Dad begging me to come back when I was in a coma after my suicide attempt. Dad visiting me at the rehab every single day to meet me. Dad buying me my first car. Dad taking me on a world tour for the summer. Dad at my high school graduation. Dad crying at my college move in day. Dad at my college graduation and at my first art gallery. Telling me how proud he was. Dad telling me about his health condition.
Dad. Being the best dad. Ever. My dad…My king.
I couldn't take it. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. Crying into his shoulder. Savoring the warmth and the feeling of home.
"Princess, baby what's wrong?" Dad asks stroking my hair.
"Daddy," I weep loudly. I just can't stop. When he tries to pull away, I hold him tighter. "Daddy please don't go." I cry harder. I know he knows what I mean. I don't want him to leave us so soon.
"Oh Clary, I will never leave you." This just makes me cry harder. I can't breathe.
Dad tries to calm me down by making shh noises and rocking me back and forth. He is whispering that he will never leave me. He will always be there even when he's gone.
"I love you, Dad. Nobody can replace you." I tell him.
"I love you too, baby girl."
I am going to end this chapter here. I know it's short but I was really busy today. Leave a review and/or suggestion. I love to hear from you guys. :)