Look at me, updating in the same month, TWICE! And yes, I know I'm evil for leaving you guys with a cliffhanger, but I have my reasons! mwahhahahahaha
T-minus: 1 month
"It was a lie Clary. It was all a lie."
I froze, not exactly sure what he meant by this. "Jace, honey, what was a lie?"
The line went silent, again, and for a second I thought he hung up. "My parents."
That was all he said. It was all he needed to say. I let him know that I was on my way,and then I hung up. The death of his parents was a touchy subject for him, that much I knew. He only ever told me they died in an accident, not much else. And even though I was furious with him, I knew that he needed comfort. So I ran, well more like waddled, as fast as I could and prayed to God the elevator wouldn't move as slow as molasses. Before I knew it, I was in a taxi on my way to an apartment I never thought I'd step foot in again.
It was weird, being back. It was familiar though. The homey feeling was still there, and it made me just want to curl up on the couch and cuddle. Which was funny, because the only person I wanted to cuddle with was the one person I couldn't stand. And sure, I could've tried to forgive him, that's what any rational person would do, but I'm not a rational person. Yet, for some reason I still had, have, feelings for Jace. I was irrational, sure, not an emotionless bitch.
I couldn't stop staring. For ten minutes, I just stared at Jace's door, not quite ready to face him yet. Alec had let me in, looking shell shocked but also happy that I was here. I gave him a hug, not able to find it in me to ask him what was wrong. And so here I am; outside Jace's door, mentally preparing myself to face the music. I could hear him breathing, meaning he could probably hear mine. It was unlike him to crack a joke or call me out on my awkwardness. So I took a deep breath, and decided to suck it up. I wasn't sure I could stand here for much longer, this baby was starting to give me cankles. So I just barged in, no formalities were necessary.
He sat there in a hunched position, barely even giving me a side glance. If the phone call didn't tell me something was wrong, this most certainly did. He was pale, and a little thinner, which definitely didn't have to do with what was going on now, but it still worried me. Jace is a health nut, always keeping up with protein and exercise, but this wasn't Jace. He wasn't my Jace anymore.
I felt like bursting into tears. It felt as if I'd been stabbed in the heart. So I did what I could. I hugged him. It was a little awkward, with my belly in the way, but I could tell it gave him the comfort he needed. I stood there for what felt like forever, trying not to complain about the ache in my feet and back. But little bug inside me didn't seem to care. The baby nudged right into Jace's forehead, making him let out a small laugh. He pulled away, and I sat next to him, grabbing his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He took a deep breath, and just stared at our hands.
I was the first to break the silence. "Jace, what's happening? Why did you call me freaking out?"
He let out a sigh, still not looking at me. "It wasn't an accident. Their deaths, I mean."
I looked at him, confusion laced in every inch of my face. I didn't understand. Stephen and Celine had both been in a car accident, the reports stating that it was a drunk driver who hit and run. It didn't make sense, they didn't seem like the type of people to have hitmen after them.
"The investigator from the case called me earlier today. Told me he had gone through the file again. He said that something did't match up. So he went through the whole thing again, found some evidence, and boom. He found out it was foul play; that someone had tampered with the car, and the hit and run part was true, but the rest wasn't." He sighed again, this time it came out a little shaky. It was then that I noticed he was crying.
"Oh, Jace." It was all I could say before I brought him in for another hug, letting him cry all he wanted.
He didn't cry for long, and I wasn't expecting him to. But he stayed in his position, his hand absentmindedly rubbing my belly. I wanted to cry with him, but I feel like it would be selfish. It was his parents, not mine. But I still wanted to cry. He broke my heart; said some things that shouldn't have been said. So I was going to be selfish. I was going to cry. And I sure did. I balled my eyes out, and it was kind of scary, but it felt good.
"Clary... W-why are you crying?" he sounded scared, and I didn't blame him.
Somehow, I cried harder. All I could do was shrug. I knew why I was crying and I think deep down, Jace knew too.
"Oh my g- Clary. You know I never meant it." There it was, "I'm so sorry."
I took a breath, "Why did you say it?"
"I don't know. It just happened. I was nervous."
I looked at him incredulously, "Nervous? So you said our child was a mistake, AND that it was one of the reasons you proposed, all because of nerves?"
"I was stupid, Clary. I never meant to say-" I cut him off.
"But you did! That's the problem Jace. You never would've said it if it wasn't a thought in your mind!"
He ran his fingers through his hair, looking exasperated, "I'll be honest Clary. I was scared shitless. Did I think those things? Yes. Do I think they're true? No, absolutely not. I love you and this baby, so much Clary. And I fucked up, bit time. But I want you to know that I never meant to say those things. I know how your parents get, and it was like I had diarrhea of the mouth."
I let out a laugh. He somehow always made me smile, even if I was livid with him. "It's just not something I want to hear from the father of my child and the man I love, Jace."
"Love, eh?" His eyebrows raised in amusement.
I pushed at his shoulder, "Of course I love you, you dimwit. Why else would I be here?"
And then he kissed me, and surprisingly I kissed him back. I had missed this. The joking, the kissing, all of it. And I could forgive him. I would. He's the love of my life.
JACE'S POV (It's gonna be short, but I didn't put his POV in the last chapter)
She was kissing me back, and that's all that mattered. Not the whole thing with my parents, not even how I screwed up mattered right now. She and this baby are what ,mattered. I couldn't lose them ever again.
I reluctantly pulled away, giving her a small peck on her forehead before turning serious again. I knew it was a shot in the dark, but I had to try. So I took a deep breath and said, "I want to go back to where we were. Maybe we can change a few things, like a new place with room for all of us. And I know I need to change my attitude, but I know we can do this." It all came out in a rush, but I knew she heard every word.
She nodded slowly, taking time to process. "If we do this, there has to be a few ground rules."
"I'm all ears." I agreed excitedly.
"You have to promise to love me and this baby, all the time." I nodded, "And you can't be a dick about everything."
I laughed at that, but agreed none the less. "Is that all?"
"No," she stated with a small smile on her face, "you have to give me a foot massage. Whenever I want."
I laughed even harder and dropped a kiss on her cheek. This I could deal with. So I did what she asked. I pampered her and treated her like a queen all day, letting her know how truly sorry I was for the things I said.
I know, I know, it's so short... But hey, I updated! And you guys figured out what made Clary so angry! Next chapter's gonna be SO exciting! Be ready to meet little CLACE *heart eyes*