Broken

Chapter 21

Jace P.O.V

It has been a day since Clary left.

She left everything and everyone behind. She just up and left.

"It's his fault. He said he was going to take away her child! Who in their right mind would say that?! To anyone?! You are so stupid Jace Herondale! You are selfish and reckless!" Izzy yelled at me for the hundred time since she left.

"Isabelle Lightwood for the love of god shut up. I am trying to find her but you yelling like a mad woman at Jace is not helping anyone. Now shut up and let me concentrate." Magnus scolded her from the other side of the room.

I let out a deep breath when she listened to what Magnus had said and backed off. She has been very touchy since the incident.  She is also extremely bitchy when ever Ambriel is in the room or...area.

When Clary disappeared Izzy when on a full on bitch-athon. I mean she yelled at me for saying what I said and the went over to Bria and slapped the shit out of her. She has a busted lip and a black eye. I felt sorry that I had dragged her into this situation.

"Home wrecker..." murmured Izzy when Ambriel walked into the library. She was holding a pack of frozen beans on her eye. Bria with her other not swollen shut eye glared at Izzy.

"You're gonna let her talk to me like that?" She asked me while holding a hand on her hip. I turned my head to look at Izzy but found out she was already staring at me, daring me with her eyes to defend Ambriel. When I lowered my head she lifted her chin up in victory and Ambriel scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm gonna talk to you however the hell I want to talk to you. And if you have a problem with that then you can come and tell it to my face." Isabelle said with her arms crossed over her chest. Ambriel scooted closer to me with her head down.

"UGH! I can't get anything. Damn it! I can't find her." Magnus exclaimed from where he was.

I lowered my head into my hands and let out a frustrated breath.

Where can she be?

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Clary's P.O.V

"What about Micah?"

"I don't like it."

"Mhh. Christian?"

"No."

"Sylas?"

"I like that! Can it have a second name?"

"Sure. What name would you like?"

"What about... Maxwell?" He said looking at me for reassurance.

To say I was surprised that he thought of that specific name all by himself was something extremely emotional for me and he caught on to that when his happy face turned into one of regret.

"It's okay. I'll choose otro. James. Por favor  don't cry Miss Mommy!" He said frantically trying to make me stop crying only when he said Miss Mommy I cried even harder.

"No, no I don't want you to change the name you like for me. It's just that I new a little boy who was named Maxwell. I loved him very, very much but he passed away. I cried because you actually wanted to be named Maxwell after his name with out even knowing it. It just made me happy." I told him sincerely while smiling hoping that he understood what I just told him. He just nodded and smiled at me.
"So Sylas Maxwell it is?" I asked while taking his hands in mine.

"Yes Miss mommy. My name is Sylas Maxwell. What's your last name?"He asked seriously.

"Fairchild... Why?" I asked doubtfully.

"My name is Sylas Maxwell Fairchild, nice to meet you miss mommy!" He said giving me a small smile while lightly shaking my hand. My eyes widened at what he said. He really what me to adopt him. He really wanted to be my  son.

"So now that we have decided what to name you, let's go into town to get the adoption papers." I said while taking his small hand in mine. When I looked at him I remembered he had no a appropriate clothes. "Let's buy you some clothes first." I said smiling at him. I got dressed, grabbed the young boy and made my way to the small shops across town.

When we finally finished he was dressed in black skinny jeans, a pink and white checkered flannel, a black and grey sweater and some converse. He looked so cute with his little outfit it made me excited for when my little boy is born.

We talked all the way to the Hall of Accords hand in hand making small talk. Everyone was looking at him with curious eyes. He didn't look like a warlock child until you looked into his eyes, his blue cat like eyes. They were tremendously beautiful.

I rushed him up the halls stairs and opened the doubled doors. I ushered him inside and closed it behind us. Once I turned around they were all there, looking at us, more at Sylas than me.

"Miss Fairchild, what bring you here to Idris?" One of the council members said.

I sighed and looked at the little boy holding my hand and then at the council.

"I have come to request that you grant me and Sylas permanent stay here in Idris, in the Morgenster-Fairchild mansion." I said slowly never taking my eyes of the council. They looked at each other in a silent conversation with their eyes. Once they finished they looked at me then at Sylas.

"If we remember correctly you Miss Clary did not want to be living here in Idris. May I ask what made you change your mind?" Another council member said. I think her name was Perry Aldrige. I sighed knowing that they would obviously want to know.

"Things change, circumstances change and people change. Now, are you granting me permission or what?" I said through gritted teeth. I took a deep breath so I could calm down.

"You can stay as long as you want. May we ask who the boy is? He looks like a warlock child." Another one said by the end of the table. I nodded my head and turned to Sylas as if asking for his permission to tell them.  He looked me in the eyes and slowly nodded his head.

"When I got here last night, I found him hiding in the closet. He told me that his mother fears him, so she left him at the border. He made his way to the mansion and hid. Until I found him. He didn't have a name so we named him. He chose his name to be Sylas Maxwell Fairchild. I wanted to also request that he stay with me." I said confidently, chin raised at the council. They looked at each other again and then at Sylas. Once they stopped they looked at me and the at Sylas.

"We will grant you temporary custody of Sylas. but as you know he seems to be a warlock child. We cannot have you raise a warlock child when we don't know what he can do." Penny said with a sympathetic smile on her face. I sighed and nodded my head slowly.

"Is that all you wanted Clary?" She asked me. "No. Thank you for your time. Have a nice day." I said quickly turning around and leaving the Hall of Accords before they had the chance to ask me about something or someone else.

"Well that is settled now Sylas. You are okay to stay with me for now. How about we hit the town before we go to my doctors appointment?" I asked turning around to face Sylas. He had a smile on his face and he nodded his head. "Plus I'm very, very hungry and I could go for some food. How about you?" I asked him again.

"Miss Mommy we ate like an hour or two ago! How are you hungry again?" He asked moving his arms around in the air.

"Because I am creating human life as we speak kiddo." I said with a small laugh while rubbing my protruding belly.

"Oh that's why your belly looks grande?" he asked in amazement as we passed by some stores. I nodded my head and walked into a small diner. I walked hand in hand with Sylas straight into a both and sat down. A very nice looking waitress came and handed us some menus ready to take our orders. I ordered a blueberry muffin and some iced tea for me and a strawberry milkshake for Sylas. We ate and drank our food while talking about childish stuff. We got interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked down at it and saw the caller ID was Magnus.