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💚 So, finally, I am updating. I still don't have a stable connection, but I can still try to give you something. I should probably get a real connection by mid-October. Until then … you will have to be patient, please.

💚 But, you have many updates. THE BOSS'S DAUGHTER as well as ROAD TRIPPIN and this one. And if I'm quick enough, you might even get a surprise … So be on the lookout on the other stories … (no, it's not Mistakes)

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Clary's PoV

With a small sigh, I look down at my prominent stomach and gently caress it to try and ease my boredom. This is my last week of pregnancy before the doctors induce labours on me. Which is why the whole wide world is making a fuss of me being pregnant. When I started my second trimester, Jace was all over my case, trying to convince me to stop working (as if that would ever happen), and the bigger I got, the more concerned he grew.

I mean, I understand that he's worried, but sometimes it makes me feel so useless when he doesn't want me to even scrub down the toilet! I'm not made of sugar. Actually, Jace had to leave for a business trip and is supposed to be back in two days. He almost past down the case he had been working on for so long because he didn't want to leave me alone. So we compromised, and I'm staying with Dad and Lily.

So why is everyone fussing around me as if I'm the first woman to ever get pregnant? I happen to be a midget, and Jace's and I's baby girl took her height genes from her father. My obstetrician is actually saying words as C-section because I am too narrow for her liking. And though I would like very much to have a natural birth, I understand her point.

My belly is humongous. I was barely six months pregnant that it looked as if I were almost eight months pregnant. And it's not as if I don't eat. Don't worry, I do eat all the time. I actually took more than a few pounds, that Jace keeps bragging about. But I have to live with the fact that I am small, and Jace is a giant. And actually, even my Dad is a giant, so the fault isn't all on Jace, and more on me who did not have the good sense to pick up the tall genes while I was in the womb.

When I got into my seventh month, the doctor put me on bedrest, making Jace all too happy with his 'I told you so's. I had to call Paolo to fill in for me because I was not comfortable enough with the staff I have here. Sure they are great, but Paolo being there to supervise them and do as I would like things to be done made me feel better.

So anyway, here I am, laying on the sofa at Dad's and watching bad TV, while Dad is probably buying yet other things for his future grandchild. I swear, my baby is not even born yet, that she is the most spoiled child that has ever been. Dad and Lily practically already bought all of my daughter's clothes for the next six months. I didn't get to buy her even one dress. And as if this wasn't enough, Mom sent from Cali all sorts of baby toys. Though she added to the package something that I am very grateful for, a coverall for my baby, with a matching dress for me, and a matching ascot for Jace. I don't care if I've never seen Jace in an ascot, we are so going to wear that at some point.

Grandpa Christopher is supposed to come to the US the day Jace comes back from his business trip. He was way too happy when I told him I was expecting. He insisted on being here for the birth, claiming that since he missed my birth, he couldn't miss the birth of his great granddaughter. And who am I to refuse that to him? He also went into that baby craziness, sending many fairy tale books with beautiful images. I can't wait to ready them for my baby when I will put her to sleep. In fact, I already started with some light fairy tales (nothing gruesome like Cinderella, Snow-White or Sleeping-Beauty).

Mrs Herondale is also supposed to come, though she is going to stay longer than Grandpa, and at our place. She promised to help me with the baby, and give me all the 101 of a new mother. Which I deeply appreciate. I couldn't decently ask Lily without opening some sour wounds for her, and I didn't feel like asking Mom. I mean, though we get along, I think it'd be weird. She knitted a blanket that I put in the crib that Jace and I bought.

Yup, this is the only thing we bought (well, that and diapers). We actually bought it the day after I found out I was pregnant. And Jace assembled it within the next week. It's literally the only thing we bought for our baby, and though I'm grateful for my family and friends, it bothers me a bit.

The Lightwood's also contributed, buying most of the rest of the furniture, helped by the ever glittery Magnus Bane. So my daughter has now a toy chest with glitter all over it. But at least, it's not pink. So we're not deep into that cliché.

After I was put to bedrest, Seb paid me a visit of a week, and he and Kaelie went crazy as well. And the same happened a few days later when Jordan and Maia came to spend a weekend.

It's no fun being the first one pregnant out of all your friends. Because they rob you of some pleasures. But it's okay, I guess. Even though they're all fussing about me.

The most annoying person has to be Jace. I love him, but man … I haven't touched a knife in over three months, and God forbids I ever get close to the stove! He worked a lot from home during my last trimester so he could be at my beck and call, and it's not as glamorous as it sounds. I don't know why books and movies make it feel so good, but having someone slaving around for you is no fun, and makes you feel very guilty all the time.

To be honest, I think this is why I pressed him to go on his business trip. Because I knew that Lily and Dad wouldn't be so freaking annoying. Yes! I said it! Jace is annoying to pregnant women! You'd think that having seen his mother get three times pregnant after him would have rationalised the man, but nope. I can't even get a bath without him putting me in the water, and getting me out of it. Seriously!

If I had listened to Jace, I would have been on bedrest the moment we saw the little pea on the sonogram. Which I find ridiculous. I mean, we're all here, more numerous than ever, and women before me went through a lot worse than I have.

"Clary? Do you want some snack before bed?" Dad asks from the door with a concerned voice, and I repress myself from rolling my eyes. If I want snacks, I'll get them.

For the two days that I've been here, Dad has been like Jace, though less intense, while Lily seems to get that all this attention is getting on my nerves. She actually sympathetically smiles to me and after I tell Dad that I'm fine, she caresses my arm, and tells me,

"Be nice with him. This is a fantasy he never admitted to having."

"To stop me from living, or to fatten me up?" I ask with sarcasm.

"To take care of his convalescent child," She says with her sweet little voice, and I immediately feel guilty.

Lily has this nice and subtle way to always remind Dad and me that there had been a time when we weren't in each other's life. To be honest, I can't imagine my life without Dad, but there has been a time when this was the case. And so, we missed many things from one another.

And now that I think of it, there is also another fantasy that Lily did not mention, though I'm sure she thought of it. Dad getting ready to welcome a baby into his family. Dad wanted to have children, but gave up the dream when he learnt that Lily couldn't. And weirdly enough, he didn't want to adopt. He said he saw too many cases in court when things went wrong to put either of them in that situation.

I feel a wave of sympathy for Lily, because no matter what, I'm sure it's pretty hard for her to have me being pregnant all over her face, and experience things that she will never get to have. This is why I tried to keep some things just for her. Like the first baby kick. Jace felt it with me because we were making love. It was definitely a mood killer, Jace forgot all about me, and was all about our baby. But then, I didn't let anyone touch my belly until Lily got to feel it as well.

"So? Still no name for my future grandchild?" She asks with a teasing smile. I make a face and explain,

"Jace isn't really fond of Imogene, like Mrs Herondale. He says that the name is too outdated and that she's going to be made fun of in school. Which I don't agree with, because my name is Clarissa, and no one ever really made fun of me while I was in school."

Lily opens her mouth to give me her opinion, when my mobile rings, cutting down our conversation. I check who this is, and fondly smile when I see that it is Eric who is calling me.

Throughout the years, Eric and I reformed the relationship we had before he and Mom split up. I thought it would be awkward, but it all fell down very naturally. Eric never tried to take Dad's place, and never lingered much on what happened in the past, and always made me feel good. We have mostly phone calls that last at least for an hour each time, during which we update each other on our respective lives.

He came twice to pay us a visit, once with his wife and kids, and once only with his wife, and I have to say that his new family is very lovely. His wife, Carla doesn't make it awkward either, no matter how weird she could interpret the fact that Eric stayed in contact with a child that wasn't even his, to begin with. Jace and I also went to South Africa to visit them and used the opportunity to do a safari.

Actually, every year, Jace takes me somewhere out of the US (somewhere where we need to get on a plane to go), and every year, it goes rather well. I'm not naive enough to think that his phobia of planes will ever go away, but the hypnosis really does work for him. Though he only travels by planes with me. Even for his business trips, he prefers taking the car and losing half a day.

"I was calling to see if the bun was out of the oven?" Eric jovially says, making me whine like a baby,

"Nooooooo." I really can't wait to push her out, so I can get back on living my life normally and stop feeling so useless and bloated. "She's too comfortable where she is. I have to admit that I was hoping she would be an early bloomer, but it seems that I will have to go through that whole nonsense of inducing labour, after all."

Lily gives me a smile and leaves so I can have some privacy with Eric, and I hear Eric laughing from his hand of the phone,

"Carla always said that God is wise and made the last weeks of a pregnancy difficult so women wouldn't anticipate the pain of the delivery too much."

This makes me pale because … well, the videos I've seen are just worth of a horror movie! I don't know why film makers bother with demons and monsters. All they have to do is filming a woman giving birth, and I'm telling you, it's a box office hit. I was lucky enough to not have to see any while in school, but I have seen plenty ever since I got pregnant.

And let me tell you, there is no solution to this whole mess. How ddi our ancestors do it, I don't know. Whether you give birth naturally, or via c-section, there are some abnormal distortions that are going to happen to your body. And at least, nowadays we have the epidural to help with the pain (though have you seen the size of that needle?). Jace wasn't that brave either when he saw the videos.

"Yeah … Well, I think I will keep her where she is after all," I claim, not that eager to go through the pain and all. How is her head going to pass though my ridiculously tiny whole?

Eric laughs again, making me playfully glare at the phone. I know he's making fun of my inconsistency, but … he's not the one who's going to have to go through the pain!

"Carla and I thought that we should come and pay you a visit in a month or two. The little one will be born. We have presented," He announces, and I repress myself from sighing. My daughter is going to be a spoiled little brat if this keeps on going.

Nonetheless, I would be glad to see Eric and Carla gain. "That would be great. I'm sure Jace would love to see you guys as well."

The thing is, Carla is a lawyer as well, and each time we saw them, Jace and Carla spent most of the time together, talking about their jobs and how laws were different in each of their countries, and the little tricks they used to sometimes get by the law and all. I don't really mind, because it always gives me more time with Eric, and even when his kids are here, I enjoy my time with them. It's almost as if they were my little cousins.

I think about the gist and all of them coming, when I warn Eric, "Maybe we should do that a bit later, though. Mrs Herondale said she would come and help me for the first few months. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around her."

"I don't mind meeting new people, Clary. Especially people who care about you. It's up to you and her, just let me know," He says, with a tone so loving that it could have come out of Dad's mouth.

I promise to contact him to give him a window he can come and visit, and we hang up because, of course, I have to pee. On my way to the bathroom, I smile, recalling how Eric is actually the one who gave me the nickname of Clary. I know, my full name being Clarissa, you would thing that Clary would be the obvious short version of it. But Mom always called me Rissa. And when Eric came in the picture, he called me Clary, just to annoy Mom. It wasn't much of a mean thing, just a running joke between them.

Now, everyone knows me as Clary, because it is the version I kept when I left, and I stuck with this version of my name because it reminded me of a nicer and simpler time.

After finishing my business in the toilet, for the billionth time today I go back downstairs and clean the living room. Well, mostly I gather my blanket because I'm a shivering mess lately. I think I'm actually going to bed early tonight. Maybe read a book and then follow Morpheus into his world. Of course, I am not above going by the kitchen and taking a bag of crisps with me, because I am a very well balanced adult who makes very healthy diet choices.

Lily and Dad are in Dad's office, talking together, and just as I wave them, I have a contraction that I think I will qualify as the most humiliating contraction ever! The think is, me being pregnant means that I have no more bladder. That whole concept disappeared with the growth of my baby girl. And now, I just had a contraction so unexpected and intense that it made me pee myself.

I stare at my parents, beyond embarrassed, and for a couple of seconds, they stare at me dumbfounded. Before Dad jumps from his seat and takes his phone while Lily ushers her way to me.

"It's not what you think," I reassure them, still mortified to have peed myself like two years old.

"How can you be so sure?" Dad asks, panic in his voice. I roll my eyes, because I'm pretty sure there would be a lot more liquid if I just lost my waters, and I'm also pretty sure I wouldn't be so calm. So I simply reply,

"Because I know."

Of course, he doesn't listen to me and calls 911 while Lily gently directs me to my bedroom. She lets me take a quick shower and change clothes while she takes care of the mess I made (how humiliating). I lay on the bed, while Dad fusses over, already bringing my suitcase downstairs. He's so sure that we're going to leave for the hospital.

Surprisingly, the nurses are quickly here, but as I said, it was nothing. Which I did not hesitate on reminding Dad in a very mature and adult way, "I told you so."

The nurse who's been checking me downstairs smiles at me with condescendence as she sweetly says, "I think it's sweet that your father cares so much. Not every man are so involved in pregnancies, you know."

I know she means well, but I can't help but roll my eyes when she turns to leave. I know that Dad cares, and I know that it's sweet, but now, it's all just annoying. Everything is getting on my nerves, and I just can't wait to simply give birth. I mean, I love my baby girl, and I can't wait to meet her, but I right now, I just can't wait for her to be out of me.

This is actually a downside of being pregnant that nobody talks to you about. Like, the fact that I'm always snappy. Which, of course, makes me cry all the time because I really don't really have any reason to snap at people. Two weeks ago, I had a go at Jace for opening the window for some air, while the light was on. I ranted for half an hour about bugs and mosquitoes, before crying because well, this isn't me.

And … well, I'm really scared as well. Maryse is on my speed dial because she is a doctor, and I don't care if she's a surgeon and not an obstetrician, I still call her every time I learn something new. She keeps telling me that I should stop scaring myself by reading tons of articles on the internet, but I can't. This whole pregnancy thing isn't that really advanced for our modern day medicine. I mean, we know how to put a piggy's heart into a human, but we don't know how to have a natural birth after a C-section? I feel that, apart from being able to see the baby via ultrasounds, we didn't advance that much in that medical fields. C-section exists since Stone-Age, so do premature babies, multiples babies, stillborn babies.

They don't know shit. They just pretend so we feel reassured when we go to the hospital, but they're just as scared as us. They can tell you everything there is to know about blood, genes and molecules, but when it comes to the most important thing in the world, they are blind as bats. This is so depressing.

With a sigh, I close my eyes, and rub my belly, humming Road Trippin. Every night since I've been pregnant, Jace has been singing the song to our baby, and it's not because he's not here that I should break the tradition. And the word thing is, I know that our baby girl likes it. I don't know how to explain, I just know that she likes the song. Or maybe she just likes the voice of her father. Or maybe both. But since my voice isn very lovely, I just hum, putting the both of us to sleep.

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Clary's PoV

I am awakened by a pain in my stomach, and I first I don't think much of it. I dismiss the thing, thinking that I must have made a wrong move in my sleep or something. But then, I realise that the bed is wet. And it's not a little pee wet. I swiftly switch on the light, and grit my teeth, waiting for the pain to pass through before I call Jace.

"Where are you?" I ask him as if I didn't already know the answer. I guess sometimes pregnancy makes you dumb. Or maybe it's just the pain.

"In my hotel room, wishing you were here with me so I could have my two favourite girls by my side."

"My waters broke," I cry into the phone, not even lingering on Jace's sweet words. I burst into tears, realising that he's going to miss the birth of our baby. Why did I send him so far away?

I can almost hear him jump out of bed as he panics, "What?! But you're not due for another week! Did you call 911?"

"No. I want you to be here with me," I childishly answer, because honestly, he can't do anything about it, really.

"Hold on a moment," He tells me, before putting me on hold. I glance at the time and see that it's almost two, which means it's just midnight where he is.

Not even a minute later, Lily and Dad barge into my room. Dad is on the phone, saying he's trying to get a hold of 911, while Lily comes to me and asks, "Did the contractions start, sweetie?"

I shake my head, not sure. "I don't think so. I had one, but that's it," I say, keeping my phone by my ear. I'm sure that Jace is the one who called Dad to let him know about my waters breaking. In fact, he did what I should have done, he called Dad who called 911. I reacted like a child, and he was the responsible one, even though he's miles away.

I hear Dad talk on the ohone, saying that even like that, whoever is on the phone wouldn't make it, and this makes me cry. He's probably talking to Jace, and I realise that Jace is going to miss the birth of our baby. It's a certainty, Dad said so.

Lily tries to sooth me as I blame myself for pushing Jace away. Now he won't be here with me in this really important moment of our life. What if there are complications? What if I end up dying? I don't want our baby girl to be all alone!

"We called 911, Clary, and they will take care of everything. Sometimes waters break earlier than due dates, it's nothing to worry about. We just have to make sure you're in a safe environment," Lily tells me with her soft shrink voice. Really, I'm sure she doesn't even realise how soothing she can be.

I nod, sobbing away my tears. Jace is back on my end of the phone, while Dad leaves my room with my suitcase.

"Babe, I'm on my way. Everything is going to be okay," He reassures me, and I can't hear that he's moving as well. This is so not going to be okay.

"What if something goes wrong, and you're not here with me?" I retort though I do not my best not to cry anymore. I mean, I'm literally about to be a Mom, I shouldn't be crying like a child when there is one about to come out of me.

"What did Mom tell you about that, babe?" Jace says with a sweet reassuring voice, and I just know that he just stopped whatever he was doing to give me a patronising look, even though I'm not with him at the moment. And still, here I am, snapping back at him,

"Well, easy for her to say! She's a doctor, and she had four kids!"

And of course, I start crying again. I didn't mean to say that, and I didn't mean to snap at Jace. This isn't me. I'm just scared. Even with Lily being by my side, and Dad being downstairs, waiting for the emergencies, I'm scared. The baby isn't scheduled for at least another week, and the doctors were all so preoccupied with me being small while the baby is healthy and big. This isn't going to end well. I can feel it.

"Listen to me babe, everything is going to be fine. I promise. We will have our beautiful baby girl, and then, the rest of us will get to spoil you and her rotten."

I nod, telling him okay, even though I think anything but. How can he know that everything is going to be okay when he's not even here? I hang up, trying to put my brave face on, and Lily helps me into a cardigan. Just a minute after, two nurses are here.

They take off the duvet, seeing the bed all wet and ask me how long ago did my waters break. After I tell them, they ask how far apart are the contractions, and just to answer them, there comes a new one, making me clench my teeth so I don't end up screaming bloody murder.

One of the nurses holds his watch, counting the time the contraction lasts, before disappearing and coming back a minute later with those transportable bed. I look at it in shame, before asking if I can just walk to the ambulance. But of course, they tell me it's better this way. still, before putting me on the bed, the one who stayed tells me that he's going to check if I can be moved, and dives between my legs.

I look at Lily, embarrassed beyond words about this whole thing, and she fondly smiles to me, reassuring me with a simple pressure of her hand. I know she's not my mother, but it's in moments like that that she makes me forget all about that. She's here for me, and it's all that matters.

After assessing that I'm not open enough, they put me on the transportable bed, as if I wasn't able to walk, and take me to the ambulance. I am so grateful that I didn't have to have a home birth. Because I won't lie. I'm not ready for that! I want the damn drugs! I don't care about the chemicals and all, I just care that my body is going to do some abnormal things, and I just want the drugs to go though that pain!

Once in the hospital, Dad asks if I want him to ride with me, and of course, being the chicken that I am, I eagerly nod. I don't want to be alone. If something goes wrong, I want someone to be there for the baby and take the right decision. Meaning, if they have to choose between the baby and me, they'll choose the baby! I already told everyone around me that the baby would be the priority over me.

Once in the hospital, they put me in one of those austere rooms, and I stay there with Dad. I wish Lily was there too, but I understand that it's hard for her. During the whole time I was pregnant, she never made me feel about it, she never brought the fact that she will never get to experience that, but I think this one thing is a bit too much for her.

For two hours, Dad and I stay in the room, me squeezing Dad's hand every now and then while he tries to distract me by talking about all and nothing. At some point, he talks about his Mom, because he knows I love it when he does so. She died while he was a teen, but she was a good Mom and a good wife. I don't know why, but hearing about her always makes me feel better and hopeful for the future.

At some point, shortly after Dad and I arrived, I ask the nurse about the drugs, she checks between my legs and says that it's too early. If you ask me so, I don't think it is. Those contractions are killing me, and I wouldn't mind them being numbed a little. And actually, if it hurts so much now, I don't even want to know how much it will hurt once I will have to push.

Right now, Dad is telling me about getting a swing in his garden, so he can get to swing his grandkid when a nurse comes in and checks my chart. Dad is sitting so he is facing me, because … well, my legs are spread open so the nurse can check all about my business. And suddenly, she looks up at me with worry, before checking the charts again and rushing out of the room.

My heart starts to race with fear, especially when I hear her argue with another nurse about not being thorough. Oh no! Not even a minute later, the nurse comes back, changing my position in the bed, and pushing Dad out of the way as if nothing. Another nurse comes in, pushing a tray of equipment, and I start to panic.

"Dad! Dad! I want the epidural! Tell the nurse I said on the paper that I wanted the epidural!"

I know this is stupid and the nurse is right beside me, so of course, she can hear me. But since she's all too busy getting me ready, she doesn't even answer. I'm going to sue the hell out of this hospital! I asked for the epidural fever since I got here, and now, …

The doctor comes in, and I burst into tears. I've met the anaesthetist, and it's definitely not him! For starters, she was a woman! In between sobs, I let him know that I didn't get my epidural, and he says,

"You're too dilated right now to get the drugs. They won't kick in in time. You're literally about to give birth."

I look at Dad, fear clear on my face as I cry out, "But Jace is not here yet!"

"He's on his way, sweetheart. He's doing the best he can," Dad reassures me while the nurse gives him a plastic gown and hairnet. I think I never cried that much in my whole life, than today.

"Mrs Wayland, when I tell you to push," The doctor warns me, and Dad walks to me, taking my hand.

At the doctor's order, I push the life out of me, praying everything that is holly that I don't end up embarrassing myself and pooping instead of giving birth. Maybe the late night snacks earlier weren't such a great idea. But nothing comes out. I thought he said I was just about to give birth?

Again and again, the doctor tells me to push, and I do, feeling sweat covering me, and my hand crushing poor dad's hand. And just as the doctor congratulates me, telling me that he's seeing the head of my baby, Jace barges into the room, dressed just like Dad.

I sigh in relief while he rushes to my other side and takes my free hand, kissing my sweaty forehead, but the doctor is having none of it and snaps me back to the pushing. So I push, feeling like my vagina is on fire, and Jace smiles at me, removing the damp hair sticking on my head.

"The head is out," The doctor informs us, but at this point, I just feel like I'm going to pass out for pushing so much. It's like there is no more blood in my head.

The doctor keeps telling me that I'm doing a good job, and I hear him talking about shoulders, but I'm really exhausted. I also hear both Dad and Jace telling me something about breathing, and so I do, but it seems like I'm on autopilot. I just … I don't feel so good.

The doctor looks up, locking his eyes in mine and he says with an ominous voice, "Breath, Mrs Wayland. Or both you and your daughter will die."

This finally brings me back to reality, and I go back to pushing and breathing like a dog, just like I practised in class. And finally, I hear the best sound in the world. The cry of our baby girl. I turn my head to Jace, and he looks relieved, and so I look at our bay that is being placed in his arms. But the first thing that I see isn't that she's not all clean like in movies. What I see is that she's fading away from blue. Now that I think of it, I should have heard her cry the moment her head came out.

The nurse helps Jace cutting the cordon while the doctor takes the placenta out of me, and suddenly, I feel something much more disagreeable than giving birth. He is stitching me up without anaesthesia! But at least he is quick about it, and though my leg keeps jerking every now and then, he is finished after five minutes.

Five minutes during which the baby kept crying and Jace said something about suing him if he went for the old ways. I know that Jace let me know that some doctors sewed women tighter than they originally were for the 'husband's pleasure', and that he would make sure that it wouldn't be the case for me.

And finally, the medical staff leaves, except for a nurse. She takes the baby from Jace's arms, and I just realise that he is crying with joy. She puts the baby on my chest and shows me how to feed her, and I feel a sense of pride when she strongly claims my breast. I look up at Dad who happily smiled at me before he leans and kisses my forehead.

"Congratulations sweetheart. It's a beautiful baby that you have."

Then he leaves with the nurse, leaving Jace and I alone so we can have our moment. For a moment, we don't say a word, watching with awe our baby girl suckling with force while my fingers caress again and again her face. I don't care if she still hasn't been cleaned. She is the most beautiful baby I've ever seen, and I am so happy to have her. Right now, it's all that matters.

"You were so brave, babe," Jace tells me, kissing my temple, and I can hear the pride in his voice. You know, that I think of it, it wasn't so bad. sure, it hurt, but I really thought it would hurt more, especially without the drugs.

I turn my head to Jace, suddenly recalling something crucial, "Why was she blue?"

"The umbilical cordon was tight around her neck and her feet. It was too tense for him to pass it above her head, so it was crucial for you to keep pushing."

I pale, horrified that our baby girl might have died before she even lived, and so grateful for the doctor to have been so blunt with me. Jace squeezes the arm he has around me, and tells me,

"Thank you so much for this gift."

I can actually feel the love and adoration he has for the two of us. Our baby and I. I smile back at him, hearing the sucking sound in the background, and though he doesn't say the words, his eyes tell me that he loves me.

"How did you get here so fast?" I'm not stupid, I know that my delivery was fast, especially for a first baby. Only three hours passed between my waters breaking, and my daughter crying her way into life.

"I took a plane." I gape at him. "I couldn't miss this, babe. I couldn't not be here for you."

"You are so sweet," I tell him, happy that he braved his fear alone, just to be with me … with us.

"It's because I have a reason to be," He replies, calling back to all the times he had the same answer before. I'm his reason to be sweet.

I look back at our daughter, and tell him, "I was thinking. How about Mary-Lee. A bit of Maryse, and a bit of Lily."

He smiled, and kisses my temple once again, before announcing, "Mary-Lee Imogene Wayland."

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💚 Awwwwww! Clace are parents! Such a cute moment. Admit it, you thought I would kill Clary?

💚 So, I never gave birth myself, so don't come screaming at my throat. I just know that not every pregnancy is the same, and not every delivery is the same. So ... Yeah. I know reading is not the same as experiencing, but being the eldest of many MANY siblings, I became kind of obsessed with pregnancy, and all things related to that and for many years, I read MANY books and articles about that ...

Nothing more to say than that ... haha

Anyway, Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, everything else is mine.

Love, Mina 💚💚💚