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FOUR MONTHS LATER
"Stitches," Clary called from the bathroom. Jace heard her but it was Sunday and the Jets were playing. He and Alec were completely enthralled in the game. She was supposed to be taking a shower. "Stitches!" she snapped louder.
"You better get in there before she rips your dick off," Alec motioned with his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah," Jace said, pushing off the couch to make his way to the bathroom.
"I'm just saying, pregnant women are temper mental and she's not just a pregnant woman, she's a pregnant Clary," Alec shrugged.
"Yes, because you've been around SO many pregnant women, Alec," Jace chimed, completely annoyed with his best friend.
"Yeah Alec, I know. You're just saying…thanks," Jace smiled sarcastically and stalked to the bathroom.
"JACE," Clary yelled just as he pushed through the door.
"What? Good Lord, I'm here. What's your deal?"
Clary sat on the toilet with a towel wrapped around her still tiny frame. Her hair hung wet against her shoulders and she stared up at him with a fiery vengeance. Jace leaned against the door with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for her to answer him but she seemed almost at a loss for words. Whatever her ordeal was, she wasn't sure how best to describe or handle it.
"I'm incredibly grossed out right now and I'm not sure what the hell just happened," she said shaking her head and waving her hand in the air.
"Well, explain it. That would help a lot. I mean if you don't have an arm or a leg hanging out of your crotch how bad could it be?" She stared up at him incredulously. He didn't see how it could be that bad if parts of the baby weren't hanging out.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that."
"What?" he shrugged.
"I seriously have green, boogery shit coming out of me, Stitches," she said through gritted teeth.
"And…"he said slowly raising an eyebrow
"And I have no idea what it means," she yelled.
"And I do?" he laughed gesturing to himself with his hand.
Clary's head fell back and she sighed, "Stitches," she whined.
"Alright, alright," he said uncrossing his arms to close the short distance between them. He knelt down in front of her, placing his hands on her legs and smiled. "I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation as to why your crotch has a sudden case of the common cold, any coughing, itching or sneezing? Because if there is I could go get some Nyquil, it helps when I have a cold."
"Jace," she hissed.
"Come on, you know it was funny. I have no idea why your vagina is running. Call your mom, call my mom, or call the doctor. Don't freak out until you have reason to. I mean, you bleed for seven days and live through it so, this can't be life threatening or anything. It's a damn booger," he shrugged. "The doctor was messing around up there so maybe it's something she did. Get dressed and call someone." Jace pushed the towel aside to show just her belly and placed both his hands on the basketball sized bump, "quit playing around in there and stop freakin your mom out. You don't have to deal with her yet," he murmured. He felt jabs on his left hand and pecked her tummy quickly.
"You're so not funny," Clary shook her head with a stern look on her face.
"Oh, but I am and you love it," he smirked and stood giving her a quick chaste kiss on her forehead before returning to the game.
"So what happened," Alec asked.
"Her crotch has a cold," Jace answered.
"Never mind, you don't really want to know anyway," Jace waved him off.
Clary came out of the bathroom dressed in one of Jace's t-shirts and sweatpants with her phone attached to her ear. "It's a what?" he heard her say. "A mucus plug…and its normal?" her voice went up an octave when she said it. Just as he suspected, she freaked out for nothing. Jace and Alec finished watching the game while Clary locked herself in the bedroom talking to…one of their mother's.
After Alec left, Jace decided he should probably get in the loop with the booger situation. He was kind of hoping she was in the mood to play teeter-totter but to his dismay, when he entered the bedroom Clary was asleep. He crept over to the bed, pulling of his shirt and kicking off his jeans. He climbed in next to her and wrapped his arm around her.
"Don't get too comfortable," she mumbled sleepily into the pillow.
"Why?" he whispered into her ear.
"Because," she shot up and hopped off the bed, "I have to pee," she finished running to the bathroom.
Jace was ready for this shit to be over. The last month and a half have been miserable, for both of them. Clary was uncomfortable…all the time and he didn't blame her, she barely had enough room for herself in that tiny body let alone another person. She was damn near impossible to please, all the ice cream runs in the middle of the night didn't please her. She tossed and turned all night and had to pee all the time. He wanted that baby out so normal Clary would come back. Clary returned, pulling her hair back into a pony tail. He hated it when she did that but she was hot all the time too so he decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.
"Better now?" he asked, propping his head up on his elbow.
"Mmm, for another hour or so," she replied sitting down on the bed to finish her hair.
"Good," he said, reaching for her and pulling her back to him, "should be enough time."
"Enough time for what?"
"To coax the baby out," he smirked and positioned himself on top of her.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes," he leaned in and kissed her. He moved his lips along her jaw line and made it to her ear, "I am serious," he whispered.
"Stitches, I am tired and fat and uncomfortable, and to top it all off I have boogers coming out of my vagina. How is that in any way attractive?"
"I didn't see it. As far as I'm concerned, the fact that you have green shit coming out of you doesn't matter as long as it's not contagious and seeing as it is a symptom in pregnant women, I'm good. And you're not fat you're pregnant, there is a difference. I happen to like the belly, thank you very much. PLUS…"he pulled back to look at her, "sex can help induce labor so the way I see it, I'm doing us all a favor," he smiled wide.
"It's hard to breathe the way it is, Stitches," clary whined.
"Are you really denying sex right now?" He knew with enough coaxing she would forget about all of her reasons for saying no. He rubbed his lips lightly against hers while his hand dipped under the fabric of her pants. He could work wonders with just his fingers, "six weeks before we get to do this again, Red, six whole weeks." Just as he suspected, all pieces of clothing were gone within minutes. He had never had to work that hard for sex in his life.
He got some in the shower that next morning too. He was pretty sure now that he was being used as a vaginal probe to induce labor, either way he wasn't complaining. Clary made breakfast while Jace assembled the crib. There are too many parts, all for someone the size of watermelon to sleep in, probably a small watermelon at that. He heard something in the kitchen, silverware banging against the counter and Jace rushed into the kitchen to find Clary doubled over the counter.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, placing his hand on the small of her back.
Clary sucked in a couple of deep breaths and rocked her hips back and forth, "I'm pretty positive that was a contraction," she replied breathily. When she stood erect she felt a warm sensation run down her leg and a small splash when it hit the floor. "And…my water just broke." Jace stood still staring at her for a minute, letting it register completely.
"I guess sex really does work," he smirked.
"Yup, O.K. first clean pants and then we need to start timing them," she ordered.
It was a slow process; contractions didn't start getting consistent until around two in the morning. Clary didn't get admitted until around four and the doctor didn't show up until Clary was damn near ready to push. Jace stood back in awe and watched as they poked and prodded Clary, needles here and monitors there, all of which had a different purpose. There was a band wrapped around her belly to monitor contractions, some type of wire was attached to the baby's head to monitor the heart-beat. Clary refused any pain medication but they still had to start an I.V. in case something went wrong.
Jace had never been so nervous. He hated seeing them hook her up to that shit like she was in some sort of torture chamber. He bit his nails so far down that they bled and was actually glad when Jocelyn and his mother arrived. They both greeted and hugged him but made him sit down after they settled in, saying he looked like a ghost. He thought Clary was doing surprisingly well, she didn't scream or yell but he could tell she was in more pain then she let on and he didn't like seeing her like that.
Contractions are like period cramps only about a hundred times worse. During labor they can spread into your back and cause back labor, which is what happened for Clary. She tried so hard to be strong, she didn't want to cry but it hurt SO badly. The pain was coming faster and stronger each time and she just wanted it to be over. Jocelyn rubbed her back while Celine rubbed her belly and Jace came over, locking their hands together.
"Tell me when it hurts," he whispered, kissing her lightly on the forehead. She nodded and closed her eyes, letting her cheek rest atop his hand. With each contraction she squeezed. Clary had never, in a million years thought she could break any of Jace's bones but this, this changed all those thoughts. She could see the purple marks on the back of his hand where she was digging her fingernails in.
"I want this baby out, Stitches. I want the baby out, NOW!"
"I know, Red," he tried to soothe her but it wasn't helping. He didn't know what to do besides…never get her pregnant again. Seemed like a good idea to him.
The doctor finally came back at six to check the dilation of Clary's cervix. "Clary, do you feel like you need to push?" Dr. Branwell asked. Clary nodded and took in a deep breath of air. "Good because you're at ten." A nurse pushed up a chair for the doctor and the bottom of Clary's bed shifted down away from her body. It was like it just fell off but was still attached somehow. "Pull your legs up Clary. Each mom take a leg and help. Now push when you feel a contraction, Clary. Hold in until the nurse reaches ten."
Each ten second span was the longest ten second that both Jace and Clary had ever lived through. Clary pushed for fifteen minutes before the doctor called Jace over to show him the top of the baby's head. First, he didn't know if this should be cool or gross, he decided on cool because that was his baby. Second, he didn't know if she should be wierded out by the fact that he was the only guy in the room or relieved since it was his fiancé being aired in front of the world. He settled on just leaving that one alone. "I want one really good push, Clary. Then the head will be out."
It burned, it burned a lot. Clary had decided that she was never having more babies after this. One was enough and she didn't want to have to go through this again. She had never felt a physical pain like this before. Of course, something good was coming of it but, once was enough. The baby's head was out, she could feel it and the doctor told her to lay back and take a quick break. It was clearly a very quick break because only a minute later she was urging for Clary to push again.
One last big push and a pinkish purple baby lay in front of the doctor. "It's a boy!" Dr. Branwell chimed happily. She placed the baby on Clary's chest quickly allowing her to see him. Both she and Jace teared up. Clary kissed the baby and took in the sweet scent of his skin.
Jace kissed her temple and whispered, "I didn't think it was possible to be any more in love with you, I was wrong." After that he was called over to cut the cord and watched while they cleaned baby up. They stuck a blue cap on his bald head and wrapped him in a white baby blanket. A nurse picked him up and handed him straight to Jace. He had never held such a small baby. He made his way back to Clary slowly. She smiled and a tear ran down her cheek. Jace perched himself next to her on the bed and looked from her to their little boy, "Jordan William Herondale. What do you think, Mom?"
Clary reached up to push the blanket away from the baby's face. He had Jace's nose and the shape of Clary's eyes. "It's perfect, just like him," she whispered.
Jace: A BOY! SaWeet!
Me and Clary: *Rolls eyes* Men
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