The Eighty Nine's leader. My Lover.

Chapter 16.

I got off bed and took a lamp holding it as tight as I could and as close to the heart as I could, I am scared, sure but I have to at least look not too scared when I get downstairs, being pregnant is not so nice now. I can't die. If I die, so does she, Jace was is suppose to be here by now.

I took another step, one step at a time, if I trip and fall I will scare whoever is in the house into doing something stupid, so I need to take it as slow as I can.

Jace was in the office, I groaned putting the lamp away, I could have killed him, he was still grunting, a full glass of whiskey in front of him, he stopped what he was doing and took a sip. I walked up to him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He turned the other way around his back facing me."Nothing, go back to bed".

"Let me see".

He turned his face around looking at me, I just stood there waiting, he put everything on the table then turned his whole body to me. I looked up at his face then down at the wound.

"What happened to you?".

"I fell on a bottle".

"This is a stab wound".

He frowned."I got mobbed".

"Again?".

He went silent, I shook my head and stood infront of him between his legs, I took the cloth he was using and dipped it in the bowl on the table behind me. I wiped his wound making him grunt. I stopped and just looked at him, he took a sip of a whiskey, it's not even that painful he's a big baby. I slightly smiled dipping the cloth again, he gritted his jaws his hand moving to my thigh.

He started squeezing way before I started wiping his wound which isn't that deep and the bleeding isn't serious which is a good thing. I just stood there looking down at his hand, he looked up when I didn't move, he looked down at his hand then up at me again then his hand, he chuckled moving it back.

It's funny how he is always getting mobbed and hijacked yet they never take anything. How nice it must being him, I moved a bit closer between his legs, bending over he looked down at the top of my head a few inches away from his face, he cleared his throat looking the other way.

"Why are you up anyway?".

I lifted up my head, moving my eyes to his our faces an inch apart."You woke me up".

"Sorry".

Be nice."It's okay".

I stood up and moved a bit closer again and wiped his forehead with drops of blood, not his. I wonder what kind of things he's into, seriously. He looked up at me between his legs, he moved his hands up to my waist his thumbs on my stomach. I stopped and looked down at him, he didn't look up.

The first thing that came to my mind was to pull him to me and give him a hug and he just sat there holding me dearly his head on my stomach. I brushed his hair and he held me a bit tighter. I moved back and gave him a kiss on top of his head, he looked up and actually smiled making me smile back, he then kissed my stomach.

I don't know how any of this is normal, how much we hate each other yet we always seem to end up in each other's arms. I do hate him sure but I don't want to see him sad unless I make him sad. Not normal!.

Jace stood up his entire body brushing against mine making me roll my lower lip between my teeth, he moved up his lips brushing against my chin up then his lips crashed hard on mine as if he's been longing for this kiss. He pulled me to him kissing my neck. I like that.

He pulled me down to him and he sat down again, still pulling me down to him, I sat down on his laps, he moved his hands down to my ass pulling me up, his lips still on mine sucking. He moved his head down to my neck burying his face in it, my arms moved up to his neck hugging him.