The Light of Heaven

Chapter 2

Clary was sorry that she had shouted at Jace. She hadn't meant to and Jace knew that. But still there was a tension in the air as Jace watched her bath the baby and comb Imogen's hair. After some time Clary got fed up.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out.

"I know," was the only thing Jace answered. She could tell he wasn't lying, but also that he didn't forgive her yet.

"Can you stop staring at me then?" she asked, and her voice was angrier than she had expected.

"Okay." It didn't feel like Jace was angry. Maybe that was worst about it: he didn't seem angry. More disappointed in her, and he had all the right to be. Jace started at staring at the bath instead, still with his unsmiling handsome face. Clary sighed and continued to comb Imgogen's hair. She hardly noticed Jace leaving the room, but she knew he was, although she wished he wasn't.

"Mom, stop combing my hair. You' re already done." It felt like Imogen was as done with Clary as Jace was.

"Sorry, dear," Clary answered, trying to hold her tears back.

"Mom?" Imogen asked with her sweet innocent voice. "Why is daddy upset?"

Clary felt a shock, but didn't say anything and stared into the distance thinking about Jace. Inpatiently,  Imogen tugged at her mother's hair asking the question once more. Clary came back to her senses and said: "Nothing, daddy is totally fine." 

Then Clary stood up and said: "Shall we go outside?" Whilst she was trying to believe the lie she just told her daughter. She couldn't believe it, because she knew it wasn't true. It was fake, a lie, just a temporary solution to not hurt Imogen or herself, even though she knew she had already hurt herself, Imogen and most of all, Jace.

"No, mom. I'm going to find daddy," Imogen replied. Clary watched at her daughter ran out of the room. Now she was left alone again, as Jace had taken Shawn with him. Clary wondered if it would be alright one day, and just hoped it was.

"Don't worry, it will be,"  she heard Sophie saying, from which she could tell she had spoken her last thought loudly. "You just shouldn't think too much." And as Sophie left the room as well, Clary found herself smiling. It was probably the way in which Sophie had spoken to her, maybe a little naive - as always. Still, the most important about it was that it was true. What Sophie had just told her was true, and that's what made her smile. That Sophie always told the truth.