Clary walked into her room with a basket of Jace and her's clean clothes, balanced on her hip. It was a small challenge to carry it up the stairs because of her extended belly. She was seven months pregnant with their first child. Jace was asleep on the bed. It wasn't much of a surprise considering that the clock on the nightstand read 11:32 p.m. Clary herself longed for the nights that she could fall asleep easily before midnight. She set the basket on top of the dresser and started to put the clothes away, folding them in the process.
She was folding the last shirt in the basket, it was one of Jace's black V-neck T-shirts, when Jace shot up from his slumber, screaming her name.
"Jace!" Clary said as she rushed to the side of the bed. "What is it? What happened?"
His breathing was jagged as he pulled her to him.
"Jace," Clary soothed, "what happened?"
He breathed into her shoulder as they felt their baby kick against her stomach. He sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. Jace's breathing was a bit more calm now. He still had his head buried in her shoulder.
"Shh, tell me what happened," Clary cooed. Jace had been having nightmares lately and Clary was extremely worried. He wouldn't tell her what they were about.
"I'm sorry," he whispered now.
"For what?" She asked. "Jace, there's nothing for you to be sorry for."
"I'm a terrible husband," he told Clary, his voice was still a whisper. "I haven't been here to protect you."
"Yes, you have, Jace!" Clary was rubbing circles on his back trying to calm him. "You've always been there, you always will be!"
He lifted his head and his golden eyes locked with Clary's green.
"Jace," Clary touched his cheek, "what happened?"
"It was just a nightmare," he tore his gaze away.
Clary pulled his face back. "Please?"
"You... you were..." He started. "You were chained up, in a cave... And someone was torturing you... I didn't get there in time. He had already beat you up really badly... I tried to save you, but as soon as I entered the cave I couldn't move. The person that was torturing you... it... it was Sebastian... and... he told me to rescue you... but... I couldn't... I couldn't move. I tried, but... I failed... and... he... he..." He choked up.
Clary layed down on the bed and pulled him to her. He rested his face on her chest. Clary thought of what Jace had told her that night before Magnus's party: The boy never cried again. Clary wasn't going to force Jace to say anymore. She had to admit, she was kind of scared when Jace cried. He didn't do it often.
"He..." Jace tried to continue. "He stabbed..." His voice trailed off, but Clary got the picture. Jace was rubbing his hand over Clary's stomach. He stabbed the baby.
"Shhh, you don't have to say any more." She whispered.
Jace buried his face in the crook of her neck, and whispered a muffled "I love you, Clary, I won't let anything happen to you."
"I love you, Jace," she whispered back. She held him in her arms until they both drifted off in to a somewhat peaceful slumber.
Mk, that was a little on the sad side... and it was short... Idk I'm running out of ideas.
Thanks for reading!
