A/N: most of this story will be when Clary and Jace grow older and older, I'm thinking about a sequel, not sure yet. This all belongs to Cassandra Clare, the story line belongs to me, must ask me for my permission to use it.

I looked into Jace's eyes and I saw the things we had been through, the past, the things that started, when I was thirteen.

Clary's P.O.V.

The wedding bells sounded. I was nervous. I twiddled my fingers and played with my perfect curls, nothing seemed to work to calm my nerves.

I stood outside the church's big wooden doors in one of the most exquisite dresses I had ever seen, let alone be in. The dress was pure white, like most wedding dresses were. It had no straps and had a heart-shaped covering. The dress hugged my body in all the right places, showing the curves I had grown into. The dress flowed out on my hips and trailing a couple inches behind me. My head piece was more like a crown, having the fabric in front of my face felt like this was almost real. My hair was curled professionally, making them look almost tame. I had light make up on and my eyes were outlined and had sparkle and everything that made them stand out. I saw them briefly in the mirror. There were beads, in floral designs decorating down the dress. I ran my hands over them, feeling the bumps and cracks between them.

The first of my bridesmaids walked down the aisle, after both the flower girl and ring bearer finished, the bridesmaid was Maia. My breath nearly stopped. The last of my bridesmaids, Isabelle, I recognized. She patted my shoulder, murmuring words of comfort. She turned her head and walked down the aisle as her cue came. My breaths came in short, quick, breaths of panic. Luke, my step-father, grabbed my hand and rubbed soothing circles on my knuckles with his thumb. I looked up at him and he grinned at me. As our cue sounded, we walked down the aisle in synchronized steps, me wobbling in my plain white high heels. I looked up and saw my soon-to-be-husband. Jace. He looked good in anything, but in a black, ironed, tux, he was astounding, sexy and stunning. He caught my eye and grinned, it was bigger than any smile I'd ever seen.

The closer I got to him, the more I wanted to be finished with the wedding and just be curled up on a couch with him, wearing his t-shirt and boxers while watching a good movie with a bowl of popcorn on my lap. But we had to go through this first.

Me and Luke reached the alter.

He placed my hand in Jace's. I immediately felt warmth spread through my body. The rest of the service was a blur; all I remember were Jace's gold eyes piercing into mine. Then his mouth moved and I faintly heard the words, "I do," and I was brought back in time for my own response, I didn't hear the words come out of my mouth, but felt them in my mind and my body, the feeling of being owned and taken. Then the words, "You may kiss the bride," pierced through my haze of thoughts.

Jace leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine, Heat zapped through my body and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back, I could faintly hear applause in the back ground. We broke apart our fore heads touching. He broke out into a grin and leaned his head towards my ear. With his lips barely touching the side of my ear and whispered, "We're married. You are completely and utterly mine now." I blushed. We clasped hands, walked down from the alter and headed out the church doors, where the wedding cake, food, and after party was going to be. After we exited the church, people spilled out the church, and we were both immediately swamped by family and friends congratulating us and, too soon, we were cutting cake, and as good a thing as that was, in my mind it seemed like the event was close to ending. But the fun wasn't. I turned around to grin at Jace, but was met with his finger, icing-fied, sliding down the ridge of my nose. I gaped, my eyes wide and mouth open; I grabbed a piece of cake and rubbed it down on his golden hair with a laugh. There were clicks of cameras in the back ground as we laughed. He gaped back at me, a grin forming on his face. He slid icing over his lips and bent towards me, saying, "You like licking icing off of cupcakes right? So you won't mind licking my lips, hmm?" I blushed madly and leaned forward-

I awoke with a gasp. My face was sweating, my heart was pounding, my hand held over my heart. My tank top was damp and my comforter was slung across my hips, hanging partially off the bed. I squinted through the darkness, looking for my cell phone. I gripped it tightly in my hands, sliding my fingers over the side to turn it on.

It brightened up, momentarily blinding me. I blinked, gaining my vision back and saw the screen.

5:04 a.m.

Ugh! I grabbed my covers, throwing my phone onto the floor in the process. I wrapped myself up in a warm cocoon planning to rid my mind of the dream. I curled up, turned over and fell asleep. Into a dreamless slumber.

Jace's P.O.V.

I was surrounded by flowers of different colors and varieties. There were people squished in every row, some even standing. Alec was standing behind me, wearing a dark tux and was staring out into the crowd. Probably looking for Magnus, his boyfriend. I rubbed my hands down my pants, they were starting to sweat. I don't know why, I was confident, all the girls wanted me, but I only wanted one. Clary. She was always beautiful, but she never knew it. Always sitting at the back of class, sketching in her drawing pad. She never raised her hands or talked to anybody at school. But that was a long time ago, back in high school, before we started dating. In my mind, those were the dull days, the days that I had nothing to look forwards to. My life then, was a blur.

Music sounded from the piano in the corner of the room. My head jerked to look at it. I started to worry again. I had no idea why, I knew nothing would go wrong. She loved me. If she didn't she wouldn't have said yes to my proposal. I was starting to remember it when a person flashed from the corner of my eye. The memory went away.

Maia was walking down the aisle. She was wearing a tan/ golden looking colored gown. It shimmered as she passed the windows of the building. She held a small handful of white daises in her hands. She took her place a couple feet away from me. She caught my eyes, giving me a comforting smile in the process. I was a little less worried.

Then Isabelle walked down. She had on a similar dress to Maia's, but it was white and silver and she held the same flowers. But of course, Isabelle was one of those types of people that everyone turned their head to look at. And that's what they did. Every head was turned towards Izzy. She, not walked, but floated down the aisle, her hair straight, and hanging down her back. Her hair bounced against her back as she took the steps up and stood in front of Maia. It was obvious she was the maid of honor.

She smiled a big bright, glorious smile at me. It calmed me a little bit. She was starting to mouth something at me, when the door whooshed open, and everyone turned around.

I turned around my head to see one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Clary, her amazing white dress flowing behind her, flowers grasped tightly in her hands, her nails a pure white as well, her tiara on top of her head sparkled and the fabric around her face looked like pure silver. Her curls, curled professionally to perfection, bounced on her back as she walked, they cascaded down, framing her face. Her eyes, so green and bright, they showed all of her emotions and they popped with her white dress. They were outlined with black eyeliner and she had silver eye shadow covering the soft skin of her eye lids. Her lips were colored with a shade of light pink and they were full and inviting. I couldn't wait to ruin the lip gloss.

I saw everything in slow motion. And too soon, she was here. But I wasn't complaining.

She stepped beside me and her hand was placed in my hand. I felt warmth spread through my body and I grinned at her, I didn't hear anything the priest said until my line.

"I Do," the words flowed out of my mouth; it felt so natural to say them.

And when she said them back… my world brightened, everything was brighter, more colorful, and happier.

"You may kiss the bride," pierced through my haze.

I tilted my head towards hers, preparing for the kiss that would be me and her beginning.

When our lips met, the possibilities began forming in my head. Long glorious nights together, children waving good-bye on their way to school, family dinners, honey mooning, and all of the Christmases and years we had to spend with each other. And she kissed me back.

I pulled away and only saw her, together with me, forever and though there was much clapping and Isabelle complaining loudly, "Finally!" none of that mattered. All that mattered was that she was mine!

Eventually, we had to go out for the after party and slice the cake and blah blah blah. So to make our evening more interesting, while she was turned around, I grabbed icing off the cake and slid it down her nose. She gaped at me and the icing fight started and ended too quickly. After she kissed me, again!

It was the happiest day of my life. After she threw the flowers and laughed at Isabelle, who caught them, and after I slapped Simon on the back, it was time for the honey moon. We got into the car and I immediately grabbed her hand and kissed her again and again and again.

I grinned and leaned in for another and-

I woke up to my buddy, Alec shaking my shoulders.

"What?" I mumbled grumpily.

"You were doing some weird shit man!" Alec said, a confused look covering his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you were rolling around the bed, mumbling about some girl in your sleep."

"Oh..." I said, "You hear anything?"

"No, just something about the best day of your life."

"Ok, well what time is it?" I asked as the smell of something downstairs hit me.

"Oh you know, just time for breakfast." Alec said a smug smile on his face. "You better hurry before Isabelle eats all the bacon.

After that I jump out of bed and pull on a shirt and run downstairs to my breakfast.