A/N: I'm terribly sorry about the gap between chapters! reppinda503 went on hiatus for a few months and i honestly couldn't write these chapters without her!

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[ J. Herondale ] We should talk.

[ J. Morgenstern ] Fuck you. Go sit on a cactus.

[ J. Herondale ] Very mature. Seriously let's meet up somewhere.

[ J. Morgenstern ] Seriously, get the fuck outta here.

[ J. Herondale ] Look, I realize you have the maturity of a 5-year-old but you care about Clary don't you? I'm the father of her baby. She wants me in her life and I'm not going anywhere. We should talk.

[ J. Morgenstern ] Not if I have anything to say about it. She would do better raising that baby on her own than with a drug addicted asshole like you.

[ J. Herondale ] Man up, Jon. What kind of brother wishes his little sister would have to be a single mother at sixteen?

[ J. Morgenstern ] The kind who knows what kind of life lies ahead of her if she has to take care of a junkie and a baby.

[ J. Herondale ] Jon, we need to meet, face to face. The situation has changed and it's time we hashed this thing out. We're too old to be acting like children and I know you're better than that.

[ J. Morgenstern ] Who are you calling a child? I'm looking out for my family but I guess if you're willing to take the risk of having your face punched in then I should give you the opportunity.

[ J. Herondale ] First, there will be no violence because if you hit me, trust that I'll have no problem hitting back. Second, this conversation is long overdue so I need you to listen and not act like the douche we both know you can be when you don't get your way. This is for Clary and it's about time you started respecting her as a woman and not just trying to bulldoze her because she's your sibling.

[ J. Morgenstern ] You're not really making a case for me to meet up with you. But I love my sister, regardless of what you say and if this is what she needs then I'll show up. Where are we meeting and when?

[ J. Herondale ] Tomorrow morning. Football field. 8 am. Don't be late.

[ J. Morgenstern ] I'll be there.

Dew was still fresh on the grass when Jace saw Jonathan Morgenstern walking toward him. It was a bit foggy that morning and Jace sighed, preparing for the storm that would likely be this conversation. He sincerely hoped this conversation was going to go well. He needed it to. Clary didn't need the stress and neither one of them needed the hassle. "Hey, man," Jace said, nodding in Jon's direction.

"Hey." He toed the ground with his foot, looking unsure of himself for one of the first times since Jace had known him. Jace waited patiently for him to start speaking. He may have been the one to call this meeting between them but it didn't mean he didn't get just a little pleasure out of watching Jon's discomfort.

"So you wanted to talk about Clarissa?" Jonathan finally asked.

"Yeah. Look, the situation has changed. I'm getting help. I have a sponsor and I go to meetings a couple times a week. I'm not the kid you used to know."

"You're right you're not… you're worse." Jonathan said shortly, "You got my underage sister drunk and fucked her without a condom. You'll be lucky if you get out of this without criminal charges." Jonathan bit out.

Jace rubbed his temple, he felt a headache coming on. "No! We used a condom. She even got the morning after pill."

"So you're really just that much of a fuck up?" Jon said, rubbing the back of his neck. Jace looked at him, dumbfounded. Of course, he knew how to use a condom. Did people not understand that no form of birth control was 100% effective? "Look I can already see we're just going to go around in circles here so why don't I hit you now and get it over with?" Jon said

"Jonathan!" Jace snapped. "Clary is going to have a baby. A real, living, breathing human being that she and I are going to have to clothe and feed and nurture. I would be so much happier if you could be a part of that instead of causing problems for us? Clary wants you, her only sibling, to be a part of it too."

Jonathan was silent for a long moment. Clearly, he needed to think it over. "Clary really wants this?" He asked.

"Yes, of course, she does. You shouldn't even have to ask. She loves you." Jace said.

Jonathan sighed, he paced back and forth for a moment and then stopped in front of Jace. "Fuck, yeah ok. I can't let Clary go through this with just your sorry ass."

"Yeah, well my 'sorry ass' doesn't need you as a babysitter but I would do anything for your sister and this is what she needs so let's bury this shit and make sure we're there for her," Jace admonished.

Jonathan was silent but looked contrite. Jace wasn't sure what his next move would be but he didn't want to play games, he just wanted him to agree to support his sister. Suddenly, Jonathan looked up at him and reached out his hand to shake. Jace stared at it for a few moments in shock. He wasn't expecting it to be that easy. He did have to work at it a little bit but it seemed like Jonathan gave in way too quickly.

He didn't know how to react now that he'd actually gotten him to agree though. He was going through a myriad of emotions. Happy...surprised...irritated...pissed!

Before he realized what had happened, he was rubbing his knuckles and Jon was flat on his ass again. He knew he needed to say something. He'd just tried to make peace with him and then a short time later, hit him in the face.

"We may have to be civil to each other and that's okay, I can do that, but you can't fuck with my friends and expect nothing to happen to you. You're lucky you got off with just that. If you ever do some shit like that again, all bets are off."

Jonathan grudgingly nodded from his place on the still slightly slick ground. He hauled himself back up and after one last look at Jace, he walked off the field, back in the direction he came from.

Jace felt a lot better by the time he got back home. He had things at least at a neutral point with Jonathan and he felt a small amount of vindication after the punch to his chin. With the way his recovery was going so far, he was optimistic. The first thing he wanted to do was call Clary and let her know how everything went but he preferred to see her in person rather than talk to her on the phone.

He missed her when they weren't together and that was the first time he could really remember having that feeling about a girl. Now that she was carrying his child, he felt even more drawn to her and he couldn't explain it. He was still in high school and when he thought about most guys in his situation, he saw them running. He could never do that. Clary and the baby were his to love and take care of. Despite how it was going to change his life, he wanted it, he wanted a family with Clary, so much that even football paled in comparison.

He had to see her, not even necessarily for sex. He wouldn't say no, of course, his girlfriend was beautiful and he was a guy after all but he just wanted to be with her. He pulled out his phone to text her and make sure she was up.

[ J. Herondale ] Hey, babe. Are you up?

[ C. Fray ] Yeah, for about an hour now. I was feeling sick again this morning. Are you done talking with my brother?

[ J. Herondale ] I just got back home. I was going to call and tell you about it but I thought I'd check and see if you were awake first.

[ C. Fray ] You could just come over. No one is here.

[ J. Herondale ] Good. I wanted to see you anyway. I just didn't want to sound like a girl.

[ C. Fray ] Whatever, asshole. Just get over here.

[ J. Herondale ] See you in 10.

Clary was on the phone when Jace walked in. She put a finger to her lips. "Yes, I need an appointment. I'm 10 weeks pregnant and I haven't been in to see the doctor yet. Could you put me on the cancellation list?"

"Oh, you have a cancellation on Tuesday? That sounds perfect." She waved Jace into the living room and patted the cushion next to her. She hung up the phone after putting the appointment in her phone.

"Hey, you," Jace said, leaning in and kissing her hello.

Clary kissed him back and lingered on the kiss. They were just gentle pecks but Clary could feel that she wanted more… She needed to get a grip, it was only 9 am! Her hormones were already starting to affect her and she had a feeling that she'd be seeing that increased libido make an appearance sooner rather than later. "So you came to tell me about what happened between you and my brother?"

"Yeah, it was pretty interesting." Clary went to interject but he stopped her. "Before you interrupt me, just let me get it all out. This is what happened…"

After Jace gave her the rundown of what transpired, they spent most of the rest of the day in bed talking and just holding each other. They spoke about their hopes for the future and the love that was growing for the tiny human that hadn't even seen the outside world yet. Clary explained to Jace how excited she was about her appointment and asked him if he wanted to come. There was no way Jace was passing up the opportunity to potentially see their child, even if it didn't actually look like a baby yet so of course, he agreed. After some light fooling around, they eventually ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, spooning, with Jace's hand protectively resting over her stomach.

Tuesday dawned gray and early. The days were getting shorter and Clary woke up in the dark at 6:30.

She texted Jace, she knew he'd be up.

[ C. Fray ] Today's the day!

[ J. Herondale ] I know! I just got done running for the morning. Hitting the shower.

[ C. Fray ] Think of me!

[ J. Herondale ] Always.

Clary hit the shower and when she got out she took the time to look at herself in the mirror. Her belly was rounder and firmer than it had been. Today she was officially 11 weeks pregnant and she could feel the morning sickness coming on. God, why was this necessary? Wasn't pregnancy supposed to be a tranquil, peaceful time in a woman's life?

She toweled off and had to forego makeup and blow drying her hair because she needed to eat something (and pray to god she didn't just hurl-a-whirl it back up).

She found that only her cheer sweatpants really fit her now. She wore a tank top and no bra. She shuffled a Mahopac hoodie over the tank so no weird guys would leer at her tits.

She shoved some crackers into her mouth and drank down some iced decaf coffee.

Wait… that decaf coffee hadn't been there the night before? Holy shit did her mom… know?

She looked at the sharpie writing on the jug, it was Jon's handwriting, very similar to their mother's but not quite the same.

She smiled momentarily before she vaulted herself into the bathroom to be sick. A lesson she should really learn, wait until after getting sick to put nourishment into her body.

She sighed. Jace and she had both skipped their morning classes to be here. They figured if they went in around noon it wouldn't be too suspicious. Clary had lied and said she had a dentist appointment for a toothache. Jace had pleaded a stomach ache. They both had notes.

"Clarissa?" One of the nurses came out and said.

She and Jace both got up and headed toward the nurse. The nurse led them through a maze of rooms, rooms Clary hadn't seen last time she was here because they'd been seen on an emergency basis.

They eventually ended up in a big room with the lights down low.

A woman with curly long brown hair and a name tag that said "Technician" with the words "Pamela" in cursive scrawl.

"Is this the baby's father?" Pamela asked.

"Yes." Clary said, "Can he stay?"

"Of course," Pamela said with a smile.

Jace looked a little nervous. This was when it all became real. What if he passed out?

No. He wouldn't be that guy.

They were taken into a room and Clary was asked to repeat her name and date of birth. They asked her to undress and handed her a gown. She absolutely despised those paper gowns but she supposed they were a necessary evil. The nurse said the doctor would be with her as soon as she could and to go ahead and get changed. Clary took off her clothes to slip on the garment they'd provided and then she gingerly climbed onto the bed. Jace sat down in the chair next to her and reached out for her hand. Clary placed her hand in his and gave him a nervous look.

"It'll be alright, Clary. We're in this together, remember?" She nodded at him, if a little timidly, in agreement. If Jace was being honest with himself, he was just as nervous as Clary, if not more but he was trying to stay strong for her. He needed to show her that he could take care of her.

It wasn't long before the door opened and the doctor entered the room holding a folder in her hands. Clary could see it had her last name at the top so she assumed she was just going over her information.

"Clary? Hi, I don't know if you remember but I'm Dr. Moon. I saw you when you were here before. I'll be with you throughout your pregnancy." She shook Clary's hand and turned to Jace, holding her hand out to him as well. "And you must be the father?"

"Yeah, I'm Jace," he said taking her hand and shaking it.

"Well, just a few things to go over and then we can get to the fun stuff."

They talked about Jace's medical history and asked about the symptoms that Clary had been experiencing so far. Clary glanced at Jace and even blushed a tiny bit when she had to explain that she thought she was starting to feel the effects of an increased sex drive. She could feel his sense his smirk and eyes burning a hole in her head as she continued to talk to the doctor. It seemed he had no problem with the need for more sex.

"Alright, well now that we got all that out of the way, let's take a look at your baby and see if we can hear a heartbeat. Now, this might be a little uncomfortable, Clary. It's a transvaginal ultrasound so you're gonna need to put your feet in the stirrups like last time."

Clary followed Dr. Moon's instructions and it wasn't long before they would see a gray blob on the screen next to them.

"There," she pointed out. "That's your baby. It's very small now, about as big as a lime."

Clary and Jace both looked at each other, both with very similar emotions in their eyes. Clary was on the verge of tears and Jace just couldn't believe that he had a part in making this tiny person that was growing inside the love of his life. Everything was getting more real by the second. He squeezed down on her hand to ground himself and she squeezed back just as tight as if to let him know that she was right there with him. She always seemed to know exactly what he needed.

"Can we get pictures?" Jace asked, hopefully.

"Yes, I'll make sure we get some copies printed up for you. Now...we're pretty much out of the window where we'd have to worry about miscarriage. Everything looks like it's progressing well but I want the nurse to take some blood just to make sure, okay?" Clary shuddered a little when she heard the word miscarriage but nodded nonetheless. "Alright, now to hear this baby's heartbeat."

She pulled out another machine and before they realized what was happening, they heard a fast whooshing noise.

"That's...that's our baby," Jace said, she looked at him with tears in her eyes, unable to hold them back anymore when she saw how excited he was getting.

"Yep, that's our baby," Clary said and Jace smiled at her widely and laid the mother of all kisses on her. She melted into him, completely forgetting that there was anyone else in the room.

After a few seconds, Dr. Moon cleared her throat and they separated, both blushing furiously.

"Congratulations to both of you!" Dr. Moon said. "You'll need to come back in when you're 18 weeks. Then, if you want we can hopefully tell you if it's a boy or girl! Make sure to call us if you have any questions. In the next two weeks, your morning sickness should subside but if it doesn't please give us a call, and of course, if you have any bleeding or cramping you should call us right away or just dial 911." Dr. Moon advised.

Clary nodded. She couldn't imagine losing the baby now, not after everything.

"Clary, you can get dressed and just roll up your sleeve for the nurse when she comes in."

Jace stood up and shook her hand, "Thank you so much."

"Not a problem."

"There is one thing I thought we should ask you…" Jace said, pausing. "Clary's parents and my dad. How are we going to tell them?"

Dr. Moon smiled nervously. "Clary won't be able to hide her pregnancy for much longer. By the time she's in her second trimester, two weeks from now, there won't be any doubts."

"So we basically only have two weeks to tell them?" Jace said, sounding horrified.

"Jace, calm down, remember my brother is on our side now?"

Jace rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll leave you two to discuss it but I'm sure, based on the way Clary's dressed today that she's already having problems hiding the bump…Clary is extremely petite so this will be a big change for her body. In my experience, it's best to just be honest and having someone to lean on certainly never hurts."

"Ok, thanks, Doc."

"You're welcome." Dr. Moon said leaving Clary to get dressed.

"We're going to need your brother sooner than I thought…" Jace grumbled.

"It's fine, he loves me, he won't let my parents throw me out over this," Clary said, as she pulled her gown off and got dressed. "He made decaf iced coffee for me this morning."

"You told him about the appointment?"

"Yeah, briefly."

"Ok… well, I'm glad we have Jon on our side to help with your parent, but what about my dad? I doubt he is going to have a positive reaction to this and we don't have a buffer for that conversation."

"That was my thought exactly. He's going to think I'm trying to trap you with a baby or some bullshit. Our parents aren't exactly broke. We live in a nice neighborhood and we both basically have mansions for houses. How do you think Jon got his R8? If you're thinking he paid for it, you're wrong."

Jace scoffed. "I knew it. So what are you trying to say?"

"That you still need to hand in that paperwork about your scholarship. Don't worry about me. I'll get my GED and come live with you in the Bronx, and we can get our own place."

"Clary I can't ask you to give up art school for me."

"You're not. It's just a delay. I'll go when our kid starts going to school."

Jace smiled ruefully. "It's not the future I want for you."

Clary let out a frustrated groan as she put on her bottoms. Her cheer pants were just getting way too small. "I want a family with you. That's my top priority. Art school can wait." She pulled her tank down and tried to cover up the fact her belly was showing just a bit. "Ughhh!"

"We can go clothes shopping for you this weekend."

"Oh thank God."

Clary was finally fully dressed despite her clothes not entirely fitting. The nurse knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Clary called.

"Hi, I'm just here to take some blood?"

"I'll wait outside, needles give me the jitters."

Clary knew exactly why too, so she kissed him, chastely, and let him go.

The lady who drew her blood was good and it didn't hurt too much. "We'll call you to give you the results as soon as they come back."

"Thanks," Clary said, rolling her sleeve down.

When they checked out, they got pictures of the baby and Clary was in awe. She still could believe that the lime-sized blob in the image was growing inside her but she became more excited the longer she thought about it. She sent a snap of the picture to Jon, wanting to share her elation with him.

Jace couldn't stop staring at the copy he was given either. He knew their baby was going to be beautiful and was so happy that Clary was the woman who he'd be sharing the experience with. He put the photo in his wallet for safekeeping and they left the clinic.

The rest of day was uneventful. They both headed to school and spent the rest of the day attending their regular classes, holding hands in the hallway whenever the opportunity arose.

That night, when Clary got dropped off by Jace, Jon was waiting for her in the living room. She sat down next to him on the couch.

"Shouldn't you be on campus?"

"I went to my one class today. It was just a four-hour lab."

"Ewww! One class for four hours? Booooring!" Clary said, laughing. "So where are Luke and mom?"

"Out in Manhattan for dinner."

"Oh, good. I kind of wanted to talk to you…"

"About?" Jon asked, timidly.

"So are you and Jace really done with all of this macho bullshit that you have going on. I know you both have your differences but you guys and this baby are the most important people in my life, Jon. I need you to be on board with this."

"Yeah, me and Herondale worked it out. No more drama for you to worry about. I promise. Can't be causing undue stress to you or the baby," Jon said, giving her a side hug. "So, I saw the grey blob that's supposedly my nephew or niece." he laughed.

She whacked him on the arm. "That's not very nice." He smiled at her, letting her know he was only joking.

"Are those clothes supposed to be about two sizes too small for you?" Jon inclined a brow, Clary couldn't believe he'd noticed.

"Are you saying I'm getting fat? Clary glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, I'm saying you're starting to look noticeably with child." She pouted, knowing he was right.

"Jace said he was going to take me maternity clothes shopping this weekend. All my current clothes are like size double zero."

"Well, you've always been pretty tiny. Come upstairs, I've got some old clothes you can wear."

"Joooon! I don't want to wear boys clothes! Especially yours. Have you looked in the mirror recently? I'll be swimming in them."

"So you'd rather people know you're pregnant before you're ready to tell them?"

She flushed. "No. But when we asked the doctor how much longer I'd be able to hide it, she said no more than a couple weeks. Like you said, it's becoming pretty obvious," she said, stroking her small stomach.

"Shiiiiit. So…. what are you going to do about mom and Luke?"

"Enlist my favorite brother in helping me not get kicked out." Clary smiled, deviously.

"I'm your only brother." Jon sighed. "Mom would never kick you out. But she might kill Jace."

Clary looked slightly scared. "Please help us, Jon? They can't kill Jace. He's the father! And we're already going to have enough trouble with his dad as it is."

"Ok, ok." Jon conceded, standing up and pulling Clary in for a real hug. "You've got me. I'll help." He kissed her on the top of the head. " Now please let me give you some clothes!"

"Fine. I guess I can cross-dress for a few days."

"It's just sweatpants and t-shirts. And if it makes you feel better. They should be a couple of sizes smaller than what I currently wear."

"It'll work. Thanks," she said as they walked to his room and gathered what would be her wardrobe until she could get some clothes to fit her constantly growing body.