Jace

I get Willow home and put her down. I walk into Izzy's room. "Clary, i.....if you want to talk, just come in my room," I offer.

"Yeah, I'll be in there in a bit," Clary replies. Just walk out and do your homework, a voice says. So....hesitantly, I walk back into my room. I get started on my Algebra. My thoughts keep wandering though. Maybe the kisses were out of remorse or she didn't know how to say no....because of her.....Jonathan.
I kissed her the first time. Maybe she felt compelled to comply with my wishes. Maybe......she has been "complying" the entire time, like she did this morning. Is she......scarred of me? I have never done anything threatening, but.....I'm taller and a male. Maybe....that's all it takes. Surely you've proven yourself by now.....

After Dinner- Willow's in bed

I hear a knock. "Jace, can I come in?" Clary quietly asks.

"Yeah, come on in," I reply cheerily. Make her feel safe and comfortable!

"Jace, I.....I'm sorry about....earlier. I know....we've got to talk about this," Clary comments as she joins me sitting on my bed.

"I....I get it. You....you have a boyfriend. I....I didn't even think about that," I begin. Good! Stay calm! Make sure she knows you're to blame.

"Jace I-" Clary tries, but I interrupt.

Take the blame. "No, I need to say this," I argue. "I'm sorry for assuming that you didn't have anyone. That was just naive of me. Someone.....someone as special as you, of course someone's gotten to you. I....I shouldn't have kissed you. I...I greedily messed up your first kiss. I....I understand you're not interested, but we can still be friends, right?"

"Jace!" Clary shouts. N.....not even friends.......Just stay calm. Do you really deserve being able to see this lovely person?

"Okay, so.....we don't have to be friends.....maybe be..... acquaintances. Just.....let me see you in the hallway and wave back, please," I reply. You sound pathetic! Begging just to see her sporadically. But.....if that's all you can get, take it before it slips away....

"Jace, let me speak!" Clary yells. I look at her, and I see her distress. I should let her talk. "First, I....I don't have a boyfriend. I told you when we were playing 20 questions. Second, I'm not special, Jace. I'm just.......subpar. Third, I kissed you, and I....liked it. I gave you my first kiss because I wanted to experience that with you. I....I don't know how else to express my interest. Finally, I don't want to just be friends; I certainly don't want to be acquaintances."

"Clary, you're the specialist person I've ever known. There's something about you, it makes you stand out for every other person I've ever seen. Trust me, your outside is beautiful, but I mean more of the stuff people can't always see. Yes, your eyes are like fireworks and everytime I see then, I'm awestruck. Yes, your bottom lip is.....adorable. Yes, your hair is fun to play with. But...." How do I even express this is words? "I'm not good with words.....so bare with me please. There's....a light that shines in you.....Angel! I'm messing this up! Let me try again please," I beg. Clary doesn't move an inch. Is that a yes? Well.....she didn't say no. "The way you light up when you're around Willow, it makes me feel like no matter what, everything will be alright. That as long as I have you and Willow, I'll be able to take whatever else life throws at me.....Does that make sense?" Probably not! Ugh! You suck at this! "Oh, you're kindness. Yeah, that's one. Of course, the way you took a beating when you saw my......weakness. But even before that, when we first walked into school, you tried to introduce yourself to us. You were nice. Even when Alex denied the family thing, you didn't confront Izzy or I. It's just natural to you, and it's....beautiful."

"Jace, I...I don't know what to say," Clary quietly confesses. Shit! You really messed up! But...I thought I was doing okay....

"I'm sorry Clary.....I told you I'm not good with words," I whisper.

"That was.....beyond words. You really think about me like that?" Clary asks shocked.

"Of course!" I defend.

"Personally, I think those words were........perfect. If you really want to, we can work on your wording later. Right now, I have another idea," Clary smiles.

"Before we do whatever you're proposing to do, I really need an answer. Really, if you're not ready, we can wait. But...if you are, you would be my girlfriend?" I ask nervously.

"Dada!" Willow suddenly screams.

"I'm so sorry. I'll be right back," I say.

"It's okay go, we can talk about this later," Clary confirms. "Why don't you bring her in here?"

"If you're sure," I reply. Clary simply nods and smiles.

I walk into Willow's room. She's a mess. Tears stream down her cheeks. Her eyes are all red. "Baba,  it's otay," I comfort. ("Willow, it's okay.") I pick her up. I tightly hold her, something she finds calming.

"Dada, baba scaried," Willow cries.("Dad, I'm scared.") We walk into my room.

"What happened?" Clary asks shocked. "Why is Willow so distraught?"

"I...I don't know. I think maybe she's had a nightmare. She gets them a lot, and I hate it. I just wish I could help her. That's actually why I sleep with her so often. When I'm there, she doesn't usually have nightmares," I explain. I sit next to Clary with Willow between us. Willow grabs my right hand and Clary's right hand.

"Dada and mama," Willow says contently as she drifts off. Shit! I don't know if Clary even wants to date me and Willow just called her mama! Shit! But....it's kind of adorable. Shit! Will she be mad? I muster up the courage to look at Clary.

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Author's Note: @BellaSH13 Willow thinking Clary is her mom is about to happen! Remember when we talked about that?

I do not own any of the Mortal Instruments books, materials, etc. All credit belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Author's Note:
I hope you all like it! Please leave comments, votes, and feedback. I'm going to update, when I'm done and it'll be random.

Originally posted: 3/8/16