Accidental Life (On Hold)

Chapter Two

Clary's POV

*Three Months Later*

I'm showing. Fuck. I have to tell him, the father, not that I even remember his name. But, I do remember where he lives.

That's where I'm on my way to now. I haven't told Simon, Izzy, no one. I'm pregnant with that horny fucker's baby and I'm miserable. Nausea, forgetfulness, dizzy spells, tiredness. It sucks ass.

I don't want to be pregnant, I don't even know the man. Will I have to raise my baby with him? I mean, what other choice is there?

"You seem upset." I turned to the woman in the elevator.

"I am." I sniffled and wiped at my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I laughed lightly.

"I have the most complicated life in the whole fucking world. Pregnant with my one night stand's baby." She winced.

"Oh my. That's a very good reason to be upset." I nodded and the doors opened on her floor. "Good luck." I nodded and the doors closed, leaving me all alone to prepare to tell him.

If he's even home.

When I got to the top floor, I knocked on his door and waited.

It opened and he stood there, smirking down at me. "Hey, red. Come to relive our last encounter?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"No. We need to talk." Men's laughter came from inside and I sighed. "Alone."

"Boys, go to my room, come back in thirty." Their laughter faded as they walked down the hall. "Come in." I walked in and lingered by the fireplace. "What is it that we need to talk about?" He sipped at his beer.

"I'm pregnant and it's yours." He choked on the liquid and set it down after he finished with his coughing fit.

"What? Pregnant?" I nodded. "Like, with a baby?"

"Well, what other kind of pregnant is there?" I snapped and he slowly sat down on the couch.

"Wow. Really hoped this wouldn't happen." He mumbled, but it was just loud enough for me to understand.

"What do you mean?" He sighed and looked up at me.

"I was drunk that night, too, but I was sober enough to see that after we finished, the condom had broken. I hoped to god that this wouldn't happen." Now, I was so fucking angry.

"So, what would've happened if I was too out of it to remember where you lived? I would've been pregnant with your baby and had no way to contact you. You wouldn't know that you even had a child."

"I'm sorry, I am, I just didn't expect this to happen. I kind of hoped you were on the pill." I scoffed.

"You're such a fucking asshole." I groaned. "So, now what?"

"I'll pay for the abortion. Just make the appointment and I'll pay for everything." Tears swelled in my eyes.

"I'm not getting rid of the baby. I can't, I'd be going against everything I believe in. If you want something to do with this baby, here's my number." I set a piece of paper on the mantle with my number and address on it. "If not, fine. Be a deadbeat dad for all I care. But, if you don't contact me before this baby is born, you will have no rights to it in the future, understood?" He nodded and I left his place, slamming the door behind me.

"Hey, wait!" I pressed the button for the elevator as I turned to him. "What's your name?"

"Clarissa Morgenstern, but I go by Clary. You?" He smiled.

"Jonathan Herondale, but I go by Jace." The doors opened and I stepped inside, but before the door closed, I heard exactly what he didn't want me to hear. "I can't, I'm sorry." And, at that point, I knew I'd be doing this on my own. I'll be a single mother at Twenty-two years old.

I made it out of the building and onto the subway, silently crying as I sat in my seat. "Clarissa?" I looked up and sighed, holding onto my growing belly.

"Not now, Valentine. Please." I closed my eyes and continued to cry.

"What's wrong? Come on, talk to me. I know that I haven't been in your life, but I'm here now. And, I want to know what's wrong." He sat down beside me and I leaned against his shoulder, letting his arm wrap around me.

"I'm pregnant. The only one night stand I've ever had and I end up fucking pregnant. The dad, I don't think he's gonna be involved with the baby, so I have to do this on my own. I haven't even told my best friend." I cried and he rubbed my arm. "I'm scared, daddy, I don't know what to do. I don't know how to be a mom."

"Sweetheart, you will make an amazing mom and if the father doesn't see how beautiful and sweet you are, it's his loss. And, trust me, you won't be doing this alone. If you'll allow me to, I want to be there for you and the baby. I want this, I want you, I want to go to sonogram appointments. Please, baby." I smiled and nodded.

"What can it hurt?" He smiled brightly and kissed my head as the train stopped. "This is my stop. I'll call you soon."

"Come to this party tonight. It's at Successful Affairs, I'll get you a dress and send a car to pick you up."

"It has to fit my baby bump." He smiled.

"I'll make sure of it. Bye, baby."

"Bye, daddy." I exited the train and headed back to my apartment. Reid was waiting outside my door. He stood up as I approached the door and slid my key into the lock.

"Clare, just let me explain. Please. You've avoided me for three months and it has been hell not being able to talk to you every day, but I understood that you needed space for a while. Please, just talk to me." I shook my head.

"That night that I caught you in bed with her, I got drunk and did something I wish never happened." His face fell. "I'm three months pregnant, Reid, and you and I have never had sex. I'm sorry, I feel so bad about it, but you cheated, I will never forgive you for that, no matter how much you try to make it up to me."

"I'm sorry, Clare. I'll come back for my things tomorrow." I nodded and walked inside my apartment, taking a shower to clear my head, but it wasn't working out well.

I couldn't stop thinking about how the hell I was going to do this, be a single mother and have only the help of my dad, brother and best friend.

So, my back story is a little complicated. Well, a lot more than a little.

I grew up in an abusive home with my mother, Jocelyn, who was a drunk and a drug addict my whole life. As I started getting older, she'd hit me every once in a while, but the older I got, the more it escalated.

Even her many boyfriends would join in on the fun sometimes. But, when I was fifteen, things really escalated and I was hospitalized.

When I woke up from my four month long coma, I was put into foster care and as smart as I was, I got early acceptance to Harvard.

So, I moved to Boston and attended Harvard University on a full scholarship. There, I did four years of college and now I'm almost done with getting my bachelor's degree online, because I wanted to move back to New York to be closer to Simon.

I just want to be a good mom to my baby and I'll do anything and everything to keep myself from being a horrible mother like mine.