A Mortal Instruments Fanfiction
Mortal Instruments written by Cassandra Clare


I just found out that I'm pregnant and my boyfriend contains a fire that can burn me at touch if I'm not careful. Jace doesn't know about my pregnancy yet but I'm planning on telling him tonight. He's expecting me in ten minutes at the institute and I haven't even begun to get ready and I'm at Luke's.

You're probably wondering how I got pregnant because you're thinking that Jace and I have never slept together. Well, we did, once, when Jace was still under Sebastian's control in the moving house. Now, I have to deal with the consequences which is being pregnant at only sixteen and having a mother who will probably disown me for this.

Its five past six, five minutes past when I'm supposed to be meeting Jace and I expect a text but nothing comes through. It's only at half past that he texts he worriedly.

'Hey, thought you were coming over tonight?' That one message sends tears to fall down my cheeks and I don't even know why, probably the fact that I have to tell him that he's going to be a father.

I kind of feel like I'm in some sort of dream where I know I should go over and tell Jace and just accept it if he breaks up with me, but I just can't seem to get out of this bed.

'Clary?' came another text from Jace.

It's an hour past, seven o'clock, when I finally drag myself out from under the fortress I made with my pillows and blankets. Texts are flying into my phone. I'm beginning to feel guilty because he thinks that he's done something wrong but in reality he hasn't, we both have.

I'm about half way there when he's decided to ring me. I think of declining but realise I can't keep ignoring him.

"Oh, Clary, finally. Why haven't you responded to any of my texts?" I think of telling him the truth of how I didn't want to talk to him, but I'm scared he will take it the wrong way.

"My phone was on silent, sorry." I lie but hear a tremor in my voice.

"Clary?" He questions, worry seeping in.

I can feel the tears falling down my cheeks, I sniff. "Jace…" I say, my voice coming out as if I'm being strangled.

Sobs begin to wrack my body as he asks, "What's wrong, Clary?"

I shake my head, even though he can't see me. Taking a deep breath, I try to collect myself. "I'm almost there, I'll tell you when I get there."

"Okay…" he says tentatively.

Just up ahead, I can see the large church rise up in front of me and the wide double doors swing open. On the steps is Jace, his face a mask of concern, his hands stuffed into his pockets. In his stance I can see him refraining himself from wrapping his arms around me and I wish he didn't. I don't care about the risk of me getting burnt, I just want to feel his warmth envelope me and hold me and tell me everything will be alright.

He reaches out as if to touch my face and brush my tears away but then he draws his arm back and lets it fall limply back to his side.

"Do you want to come inside?" He asks me awkwardly, inclining his head inside. I nod, not trusting my voice.

We stand in the elevator in silence as it rides upwards. We walk down the hallway in silence, past Isabelle and Maryse who give us curious glances towards our silence.

I step into Jace's bedroom and look around, seeing it as it always is; neat and tidy, nothing out of place. I turn around to face him and find him leaning against his closed door. My eyes wander to his lips and the memories of having mine pressed against his come flooding back. Tears well into my eyes as I yearn for the pressure of his mouth just behind my ear, on my neck and my collarbone. I look at the ground and then I can see his boots.

Startled I look up into his golden eyes and smile faintly. All I can see is the concern that is flooding on his face. A tear leaks onto my shoulder and I see his gaze follow it.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?"

My eyes widen and I'm suddenly not sure if I can do this. Oh and I'm not feeling to well, I can feel my food coming back up, I can feel the colour draining from my face and turning a shade of green. "Clary?" he asks me warily, watching as my face changes colour. I bolt past him and into his adjoining bathroom and wretch until nothing is left in my stomach. I feel his hands gently hold my hair back, careful so as not to touch any skin.

Once I'm done I can feel his worried stare in my back. I rinse my mouth out and turn to face him where just stands there, looking at me in shock. "What's wrong, Clary?"

"I'm pregnant." I blurt out and watch as this time his face changes colour.