My dear little broccolis💚💚💚

💚 So, this is a story that has been hanging in my mind for a little while, and here is the twist, you can read it as a TMI fanfic, or an FSOG one. I will update at the same time for both of those stories, so pick the characters you want to follow, or do both, haha.

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1. So, So people are annoyed at Clary because it looks like she's holding back. Well, this chapter will help you with that.

2. Also, some people wondered about Jace's intentions towards asking Clary to quit her job ... Well ... we shall see

3. And make sure to read the author notes at the end!

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‼️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter will evoke the theme of depression, self-depreciation and suicidal thoughts. Please be aware of that before reading it. ‼️

Chapter 16: Rare & Rich Drops (5,8K)

So, about this title, it is, as you will see, a chapter very much focused on Clary and Jace, and drop can be a gem or a drop of alcohol. And both adjectives are used to describe both nouns ^^

Neither Clary nor Jamie addressed each other for the rest of the dinner. In fact, they were exceedingly courteous, as if they had just met one another, but Jace could tell that was not the case. Though Clary had always made a point to be composed and hard to read, he had still learned to decipher her postures and the micro-expressions of her face.

Still, he did not say a thing, hardly thinking that a business dinner was the place to confront her. And hopefully, she would tell him herself as soon as they were alone. So, he mostly gave his attention to Mr Khan, a part of his mind also on Jamie, though it was no longer for his business skills, but to try to catch him looking at Clary the wrong way.

At the slightest glance, or look, or slightly inappropriate word, he would fire his ass, not really caring in the slightest if that could result in a lawsuit. He had no intention of working with his girlfriend's ex, and even less of teaching him tricks of the business and helping him get rich.

Several times throughout dinner, Clary took his hand in hers and squeezed it, which made him sure that his poker face wasn't as good as he thought. She always used to do that when she felt that he was annoyed, or that his temper was about to explode. And he had always been grateful for it. But this night, he would have rather had answers than comforting gestures.

When the dinner finally ended with Jace and Mr Khan shaking hands to seal their future collaboration, Jamie barely said two words to Jace, mumbling something about seeing him Monday. Which Jace doubted very much. He had the whole weekend to find a decent excuse to fire him, and he was going to make sure to put this time to good use. In fact, the first thing he was going to do in the morning was to call Thomas so his lawyer could help him find a loophole to get rid of Clary's ex.

The car ride was silent, but knowing Clary, Jace didn't expect her to say anything in front of Kyle. She barely opened up to him, so she was certainly not going to be open in front of his head of security. She was looking through the window, pensive, her eyes lost in space. But when he slid his hand in hers, she did not reject him, though she didn't look in his direction, either.

When Kyle parked in the parking lot of their building, Jace was faced with a dilemma. He knew that Alec would be waiting for them upstairs and that there would be no opportunity to talk, so as soon as they were out of the car, he dismissed Kyle so they could be alone. Even if it was just for an elevator ride, he was going to talk to Clary, and this was why he said between his gritted teeth as he called for the elevator, "I think I've been patient long enough."

Clary blinked, coming back to the present moment. Ever since they had left the restaurant, she had been in her own little world. She looked at him, confused. "Sorry?"

"You obviously know Jamie," He stated, looking deep in her eyes and forbidding her to lie.

He knew that Clary had an excellent poker face and knew how to bluff even better than him. But he also knew that she didn't like to apply those skills in her day to day life with those she cared about. In fact, Clary always tried to be as honest as she could, even if she often eluded her issues and problems.

She gave him a reassuring smile, caressed his cheek and said, as if nothing, "You have nothing to worry about."

The elevator opened its doors for them, and she entered, so he followed, lowly growling with annoyance, "Clary …"

"Not tonight, Jace. I'll tell you all about Jamie later, but not tonight. Let me sleep on it and I'll tell you in the morning."

He looked up, seeing the numbers rise as he tried to lower his temper. But after a deep breath, he exploded, "No! We're having this conversation right now. Tonight!"

Her eyes opened widely as if she couldn't believe what he just said, and so he continued, "It's always the same with you, isn't it? It's always later, later, later. And later never comes. I'm still waiting for you to tell me about your labour and delivery! I'm tired of always having to do everything in your own time and in your own terms. This is selfish of you."

Something odd happened when he finished speaking: Clary's face seemed to fade. It was very subtle, and it barely lasted a second, but still, Jace could swear that a light died in her eyes. She looked down, clearing her throat just as the elevator opened to his penthouse, and she said, "You're right. I'm sorry."

She walked in their apartment, inquiring with his brother about Celine, but Jace didn't pay attention, too disturbed by what had just happened, and by the tone of her voice. That hadn't been Clary's voice at all. Clary had always spoken with passion or reason. This voice was just dead, and yet, her facial expression had been oddly familiar.

And then it hit him. She had had the same demeanour when she told him about her ex. When she told him how she felt invalidated in everything that she did, thought or felt, and that she had learned to just agree with that jackass. She had been just as empty then.

Jace didn't say a single word as Clary was finally willingly open about a part of her past. But he looked at her carefully. He had expected her to look vulnerable as she talked about her ex, and how he had mistreated her, but as she explained the situation she had been in, she just looked empty.

It was as if that Henry character had drained her and was still draining her a year later as she shared her story with Jace, and as he discovered this new side of Clary, Jace truly hoped that he would never make her feel like that. Though she didn't say it outright, it was clear that Henry made her doubt herself a lot as a person and as a woman. In fact, it explained a lot why she had so many trust issues, and why it was so hard for her to be open with others. Henry had thrown back in her face every feeling she had and used them against her repeatedly.

He shook his head back to the present moment when he realised that she was no longer in the living room, and Alec opened his mouth to ask something, but Jace just shook his head, telling him, "Just a moment."

Then, he went to their bedroom, but she was nowhere in sight, though he could hear the water running in their bathroom. Out of courtesy, he knocked on the door, but she did not answer so he tried to open it.

He glared at the door when he found it locked. In the past, even though they hadn't been officially together, she never locked her door, because she implicitly knew he would not walk in on her, she trusted him. But apparently, now Clary's latest hobby was to lock herself in bathrooms so she could fall and hurt herself.

"Clary …" He growled with a warning tone, but she did not answer him clearly. He heard her mumble something about waiting whilst the water was running, and it infuriated him more than anything.

"Open the fucking door, now, and talk to me!"

He banged on the door more forcefully than he had intended and Clary swung the door open, seething with anger herself. Her face was clean of makeup, which made Jace understand that she had been washing it. In fact, he could smell that faint smell of coconut she always had before going to bed.

She glared at him before walking back to the bathroom and continuing her night-time routine, taking care of her hair now.

"Just talk to me, Clary! That's what couples are supposed to do. Talk. Not everything can be done in your own time. You've got to think of us. As a couple, as a family."

He watched her close her eyes, as if to calm herself, before she put her brush down, and turned to look at him, planting her green eyes on his golden ones. And he didn't like the hurt he was seeing in them.

"In my own time? Really? Aren't you being a bit hypocritical? I mean, we just moved in with you. Was this decision made in my own time? Did you give me some time to pack my own things by myself and say goodbye to my neighbours?

How about the call I received just a few days ago from a private school in Seattle concerning Celine and her registration for the new year? Were you ever going to tell me about that, or just confront me with your decision once it was made?

And what about Celine? How does this qualify as my own time? Twice I gave you the chance to listen to me, and twice you sent me to the bushes, taking the coward's way and avoiding conversation with me. And even after that, when you discovered you had a daughter, it took you weeks to own up to her, and accept her as such? How is that in my own time?

I gave you all the time in the world to come to her your own way, even when I saw that you were annoyed by her presence, even when you drank and showed that you couldn't care less about her. I gave you the time you needed to do things at your own pace, because I know it's a lot to process.

I respected you as a person, I understood that it was something that you needed to do on your own, and you needed time on your own, and you can't even return this decency to me. So, tell me, Jace, who's not thinking of us, and who's selfish?"

"You can't throw this back in my face!" He accused, though deep down he knew she was right. "And you're taking things out of context. I asked you about this one guy. If you were to ask me about any girl, I would tell you straight away, I wouldn't leave you in the dark, pretending I needed to think about it. I would put you first. I'm tired of you pushing me away. You indefinitely postponed Jamie, just like you did for your story of delivering Celine, and I'm still waiting on that one."

Her eyes grew wide with frustration, but Jace doubted she was as frustrated as he was. "Don't you ever listen to anything I say? I didn't indefinitely postpone, I told you I need to sleep on it. How insecure are you that you can't even wait a few hours?"

Jace rebuffed, not liking hearing that word in Clary's mouth. Maybe she was right, and his jealousy was born out of insecurity, but he would certainly not admit that to her in the middle of a fight.

So, he pushed to get some other answers, since she was dead stubborn on keeping Jamie to herself for the time being. "Okay then, what about your pregnancy?"

"Why do you want to know? It's in the past. Why does it matter?"

"It matters because you matter to me!" He all but roared, and she sadly shook her head.

"It's not going to change anything."

"Just tell me, Goddammit! It's not that hard! For once in your life, trust that I can make you feel better!"

And just as he said those words, Jace felt that he had pushed her too far. Twice before he had seen her cry, but it had never been pure anguish. Once was out of grief, and the other was out of worry. This time, the tears building in her green eyes were tears of hurt, pain and torment. And he would have given everything he owned to never see those expressions again on Clary's face.

For the first time of their lives, Clary was crying in front of him, and not trying to hide it, and he didn't like it one bit.

"And what do you want me to tell you, Jace? What can I say that will make you feel better? Because the reality is, the past will never make any of us feel better. There is nothing to say.

I tried to call you and you refused to talk to me. You refused to give me five minutes of your precious time, even if it was just over the phone. And I didn't get the chance to even tell you about our kid because every time I opened my mouth, all you had to say was work, work, work."

She sobbed, as her tears were freely flowing on her cheeks, and her voice was getting higher, though she made sure not to scream.

"I was not myself, back then. I was in such a fragile state. Do you realise how abnormal I am? Do you realise how much of a freak of nature I am? Women have been giving birth for millennia, and I couldn't even do that one thing! That one thing that every female on the planet can do, no matter the species, I couldn't do.

And then, when I reached out to you, you reminded me that I was never important to you. I was barely an agreeable second thought. Because in the end, your job mattered more than me, more than your own child in a way.

And no matter how much I tried to be strong for Celine, for months, all I wanted to do was take the easy way out. The birth was painful and traumatic, but it was nothing next to what came after. She cried a lot; it took her ages to sleep through the night. And I was alone, in a whole other country, living with someone I've only heard about.

And the only reason I would carry on was that I knew I couldn't leave Celine alone because, at the end of the day, I was all she had. Every morning was a struggle, every morning my thoughts got darker and darker, every morning the Thame looked more and more inviting. I cried myself to sleep every night for a year, ridiculously hoping you would show up and take Celine away because I had failed her from the start.

Is that what you wanted me to tell you? Does that make you feel any better? Because it sure doesn't make me feel any better."

Jace stood speechless, looking at the woman he loved cry her heart out. He wanted to reach out to her, but he could tell it wasn't the right moment. She would only recoil, as she was too wrapped in her own pain to accept any form of sympathy. Still, he made sure that he got his point across,

"You did not fail, Celine, Clary. I can't let you say that!"

"Didn't I?" She challenged, "Isn't a mother supposed to protect and care for her child from the beginning? I drank, and partied, and went roller-coasting whilst I was pregnant with Celine. I didn't eat that healthily, I didn't exercise that much, I didn't take care of my baby when it was the most crucial for her. Nothing you can say will ever change that. I failed as a mother, I failed as a woman, I failed as a human being."

"Clary, you …" He started, not sure how to convince her that she was wrong, and she shook her head, saying, "It's okay, Jace. It's in the past. I've made peace with it; you don't have to say anything. There's nothing you can do, and there's no point dwelling in the past.

Just when I ask for time, respect me enough to actually give it to me. I know that I don't easily open up, but you said it yourself, actions speak louder than words. If I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be here. This is not the kind of example I would give to Celine. I just wish you would have enough faith in me to understand that I am with you because I want it. I already gave up on my biggest dream to be with you, don't make me give up on who I am."

Jace felt a lump growing in his throat, realising why Clary had been so reserved on the previous night when he talked about helping her achieve her dreams. Sure, she never made it a secret that she wanted to be a lawyer, but she had always been more vocal about her dreams of a big family. And he didn't regret Celine, in fact, he couldn't even picture his life without her anymore. But he couldn't picture more children being there either.

He took a step toward Clary and she took a long deep breath, before smiling at him. "This was not supposed to happen like that. You should go to your brother, though. He's going to think we ditched him. I'll be right there."

"Clary …"

"Go to your brother," She insisted, lifting her hand to caress his jaw and erase a tear he didn't even realise he had shed. She gently pressed her lips against his, before unzipping the back of her skirt, and he said the only thing that came through his mind.

"I'm sorry, Clary."

She stepped out of her skirt, scrunching her nose as she calmly said, "I don't really think you are. Because in the end, you got what you wanted, and that's who you are. You always get what you want, and you don't play fair to get it.

I just think you need to realise that home is not the office, Jace. You will have to learn patience, and you will have to learn that backing people into a corner is not the solution. Because if you don't, the relationship you have with me, and the one you have will Celine, will suffer, and you won't like the end result."

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Before joining his brother in the living-room, Jace went by the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey. When he slumped on the couch next to his brother, who was working on his tablet, Alec ignored him for a moment, lost in his accounts, and Jace was grateful. He didn't want his brother to know he was already screwing up his brand-new family, not even 24 hours after the girls moved in.

He remained silent, playing with the empty glass as his thoughts kept going back to Clary and to the face of anguish she had when she told him about her past. He had wanted to know, but there was this part of him who regretted knowing now. She was right, there was nothing he could do or say that would make her feel better. It was too late for that. She had needed him four years ago. Not now, forcing her to reminisce things she would rather forget.

He was very surprised that she even considered committing suicide. Clary had always been a strong-minded person, and he had always thought that people who committed suicide were weak. Of course, he was sure that if he shared that opinion with his mother, he would get a lecture that would last several days. But he just couldn't understand how someone could be so defeated, that they would feel ending their life was the only option for them.

He was torn out of his thoughts by Alec's voice, saying something rather disturbing, given the hours, "Where are you going?"

Jace snapped his eyes open and saw Clary dressed in jog-wear, her hair up in a messy bun and a sweet inviting smile on her face. In fact, if he hadn't seen it himself, he never would have been able to say that she just cried her eyes out. "I need to jog. I ate way too much at that dinner, and I can feel the fat settling on my hips."

Alec frowned, turning a questioning head to Jace before inquiring, "At this time?"

It was almost midnight, and on any other occasion, Jace would have made a scene. But he understood that she needed some air and to think for herself, so he just let her know, his eyes steady in hers so she would understand that he was insistent on this point, "Kyle is just one floor below."

He saw her twist her mouth on the side, clearly unhappy with this outcome, but he was not going to back down. This might qualify yet another thing he did his own way, without her input, but they were in New York, in the middle of the night, and there was no way in hell he was going to let Clary roam around alone in those dangerous streets.

She waved them goodbye, and as soon as she was gone, Alec put down his tablet and inquired with worry, "What happened? When the two of you left so abruptly, I figured you were going at it like rabbits. I mean, the outfit really did put light where it should."

Jace ignored the last part of his brother's comment, getting up to pour himself another drink. He knew that she didn't leave him, mostly because Celine was still fast asleep in her room. But he still didn't like the fact that she felt she needed to get away from him to think. It made him feel like he was suffocating her, and that was the last thing he wanted.

When he sat back next to his brother, taking the bottle with him this time, and he saw that Alec was not going to pretend as if nothing happened, he just truthfully let him know, "I fucked up … again."

He finished the drink in a single gulp and poured himself another when his brother interrupted him by taking the bottle away from him. "Jace?"

Jace still drank the little alcohol there was in his glass, before leaning against the sofa and closing his eyes. "Turns out that she knows the guy I hired to shadow me. Out of all the people on that fucking planet, she has to have fucked the one guy who's working for me. Well, he is 'someone from her past'. And we both know what that means.

I … I just …"

"You just got your usual jealous, without any valid reason? You know, Mom would call it insecurity …"

"Maybe," he admitted. After all, Clary said over and over that he didn't have to worry about Jamie. And yet, he let his jealousy get the better of him. Just like he did with Andrew.

"Which I really don't get. What do you have to be insecure about? You're good-looking, rich, successful and she's madly in love with you. Oh, and you have a kid together!"

"Yeah, we do … and that's the deal-breaker," He muttered, realising why he feared so much that Clary would walk out on him.

He never doubted her fidelity, unlike he did with his past girlfriend. Clary was a loyal person, and she cared too much to break peoples' hearts that way. But … as she said, she gave up her biggest dream to be with him. All this time, he felt that she was compromising for Celine's sake, but in truth, she was compromising for his. What he had wanted for those two years they were together, she was finally doing. Putting aside her grandiose ideas of having a big family and settling down with him.

But what if she decided she couldn't do it anymore? What if, in a couple of years, Celine asked about siblings, and it triggered Clary's baby fever? She could leave him for that. And … there was nothing he could do. He loved Celine with all his heart, but he couldn't deal with more kids, she already took too much of his time.

He cleared his throat, and told his brother, "She cried, Alec. This is the first time I've actually seen her cry like that. The only other time was when she lost her friend. Even when we broke up, she didn't cry. And … I made her cry."

"She cried? She looked so fresh. I never would have thought."

"I made her cry. I'm supposed to bring her joy and happiness, and I made her cry. I forced her to say things she wasn't ready to say or to relive … That whole cryptic pregnancy really got to her. You have no idea how much it messed her up."

Alec nodded, apparently unsurprised. "Yeah, Dad mentioned that most women don't react well to that. I mean, pregnancy and giving birth is hard enough when they're prepared, so imagine without the nine months. He said there are a lot of suicides involved, and a lot of babies killed as well. It has to do with that sudden change in their lives and the sudden imbalance of hormones. Plus, there is this whole postpartum thing. Dad said he saw a couple of sad cases. You should call him and ask him for advice, he's clearly more educated than me on the matter. Camille had it very easy for both boys."

Jace agreed, thinking that his brother was right and that he was going to call his father the next day. Because in all honesty, he really had no idea how to help Clary. What she said was wrong on so many levels, but she seemed so persuaded that she was right. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she thought that she had failed their daughter, or that she thought she was abnormal. In fact, if he didn't know already that she would straight up refuse the idea, he would have proposed that she saw a therapist. But Clary would never open up to a stranger, even if it was their job.

"Jace …"

"It's simple, Alec. I know I screwed up, and I just need to man up this time. I can't cower away as I did in the past. I wasn't there for her when she needed me, but I'm here now."

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When Clary came back from her jog, it was well past two in the morning, and Alec had gone to sleep. Jace had resisted the urge to finish the bottle of whiskey, mostly because his brother had lectured him about it, and reminded him that a hangover was never a good idea when there was a young child involved. So, for the first time in his life, he did nothing. He just sat there on the sofa, looking at the skyline as he was thinking back to all the choices he made in his life and that led him to that exact situation.

"Jace?" Clary asked when she saw him still up, and he looked at her, all sweaty and out of breath. Her face showed worry and concern, and she got closer to him, removing her jacket. "You didn't have to wait for me."

"How was your jog?" He asked with a lump in his throat.

She sweetly smiled at him, probably to ease his pain, and when she tried to pull him up, he yanked her to him, not caring the slightest in the world that she was covered in sweat. He made her sit on his lap, and caressed her face, as the lump in his throat got bigger and bigger.

"Babe …"

"I'm sorry, Jace. I never meant to lash out at you. This isn't your burden to carry. I … I was tired, and I felt pressured, and I just exploded. This isn't the relationship I want for us. I'm not here to make you unhappy, especially regarding things that happened years ago."

He felt a tear roll down his cheek, and she erased it with her thumb. Never had he felt like he had failed so much at something. He knew that his past relationships were not healthy examples to rely on, but his parents had always had a strong, loving, and healthy relationship. And he had always seen his parents rely on each other to help the other through tough times.

But now, Clary felt that there were parts of her past, of their past, that she shouldn't put on his shoulders, and it made him feel like less than a man. It made him feel like her trust issues were stronger than her feelings for him.

"So … why am I here, Clary? If you can't let me ease the pain and the burden, what are you doing with me?"

"It's not your job to make me happy, Jace."

"It is exactly my job. This is what a partner is supposed to do. Provide. It's more than wealth, it's also emotional," He snapped, and she looked down, her brows furrowed before she said,

"It's unfair of me to rely on you for happiness. Happiness is a subjective term, Jace, and everyone takes it differently. I didn't lie yesterday when I said this was the happiest I've been in a long time. And today doesn't change that. I am with you because I want it, not just because it's what's best for Celine. But … I am happy in my own way. It took me a long time to be happy without relying on someone else to make me happy, and I just wish you could see that."

Jace remained silent for a moment, seeing the logic in her words, but doubting he would ever be as 'wise and enlightened' as Clary. He was happy because Clary and Celine were in his life, and he knew that their five years apart had not seen a single happy day for him.

He cleared his throat, hoping that it would help him stop being so weak in front of Clary, and he told her,

"I really am sorry. I … I never meant to make you cry. Not in a million years. And … had I known, I never would have pushed you to relive those memories. You mean the world to me and the idea that I …" He took a deep breath, and continued, "You were right, I am used to getting what I want, when I want, and … I'm not a patient man, as you know. I felt that I'd been so patient with you that you owed me something in return.

And … I didn't think clearly. All I could think of was that there was this guy from your past you could leave me for. I can't bear the idea of you leaving me."

A strangled sob escaped his throat, and he closed his eyes, hating the fact that he was crying in front of the woman he loved. He felt so weak, and this was clearly not the image he ever wanted to show Clary. And still, she cupped his face and gave him the most loving and sweet kiss she had ever given him. Something delicate, coming from the bottom of her heart.

When she broke their kiss, she rested her forehead against his, and she whispered, "Don't let your insecurities and those ridiculous fears get the better of us. I'm here for the long haul, Jace. I wouldn't have moved in with you, otherwise."

He nodded, reassured by those simple words, though she added with seriousness as she sat back properly on his lap, "But don't you dare fire Jamie with some silly excuse. Because I will represent him, and I will sue your ass. I'll tell you all about him tomorrow morning when I'll …

It's just that … we knew each other when we were young, and we parted … I'll tell you all tomorrow, I promise. I need to get my thoughts together."

He nodded again, most of his brain still on the terrible state Clary had been in after Celine's birth. And so, he let her know, "I wish you would have told me sooner. About the parturient."

"What for? To make you feel bad and uncomfortable? To make me cry and sad? It's in the past. None of us can change it. I've made peace with it, and I don't want you to feel guilty over what may or may not have happened then. It's the past. Let's not dwell on the past."

She gave him a soft kiss, before getting up and letting him know that she was going to check on Celine before she would take a quick shower. Jace stayed on the sofa, wondering if this was the right route to go. Just let the past be the past and go on in life.

Never before that day would he have thought that she had fallen in depression and had suicidal thoughts. So, she was obviously past this. And she was right, there was no point dwelling in the past. But he still felt responsible. He felt that, had he been there, he could have eased her pain back then.

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💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

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💚 So I just want to make something clear. Though I can't stop you from having your own opinions, I won't tolerate any hate towards postpartum and cryptic pregnancies. Those are both very difficult times for women affected. And knowing that we are 95% female reading this story, I just think that we should show our support, and not shame those who feel and experience those things. Postpartum is a real thing that some women actually never recover from. And cryptic pregnancies can lead you to do things you don't even realise. In those cases, the delivery is extremely fast, so in less time than it takes to cook pasta, you discovered that you were pregnant, gave birth to that baby, and have a sudden rush of hormones. Some of us (starting with me) can't even handle the hormonal change of the pill, so imagine …

💚 Also, I want to make another thing clear. The way Clary felt after giving birth does not reflect how I feel in any ways towards women who suffered cryptic pregnancies. Far from it. But many women who had that issue, or who suffer through many miscarriages, do feel abnormal because this is the one thing that never changed throughout History. It's the one thing that makes us women, our ability to procreate. I am not trying to shame Clary, or women in her situation, I am just shining a light on how many of them feel after that traumatic experience.

💚 The same way that Jace does not reflect how I feel when it comes to people committing suicide. Nor do I think that a man crying shows that he's weak. Those are Jace's feelings because they fit his character in this story.

💚Now question time,

1. Okay, so we heard a bit more about Jamie. Just a bit. Any guesses. So far, only one person had it spot on, unfortunately, they were a guest reviewer T.T. Oh, and just so you know who to picture, Jason Momoa, when he was young and had dreadlocks

2. Now, I know many of you had a lot of resentment against Clary, but now you know a bit more. Plus, remember that Mary's funeral was in mid-September and that Halloween was just last weekend. So they've been back together for barely a couple of months.

3. Now, since Jace is that perfect man who can do no wrong (some people have short memories, haha) how do you feel about him in this chapter?

4. And what about Alec? Did I mention how much I love him?

5. This chapter was very much centred on our couple, just like the one before, and I hope you didn't cry too much. It was heart-wrenching to write, I won't lie.

6. As per usual, what was your favourite part? Mine was the sweet kiss Clary gave Jace in the end.

7. And what do you think will happen next?

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

Love, Mina💚💚💚