"Clary? How can you be eating at 4:30 in the morning?" Jace asked as he saw me eating the last spoonful of a carton of chocolate ice cream. He walked lazily down the stairs, his boxers riding low on his hips, and his golden hair tousled from sleep. He tried to look like his usual sarcastic self, but his eyes, filled with love, gave him away. "You ate the whole thing? You know, when they said pregnant women have cravings, I didn't think it would be this extreme," he said as he sat down beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

I looked down at my stomach fondly. Even though I wasn't showing much, there was a small bump on my usually flat mid-section.

"You're lucky, at least it wasn't ketchup or something," I said, kissing him as I got up to throw away the empty carton.

"True, chocolate tastes a lot better on you," he smiled as his eyes followed me across the room. I walked back over to the couch and he pulled me in his lap. Leaning into him, I breathed in his scent as he wrapped his arms protectively around me. He kissed the top of my head as his hand moved to my stomach. Placing my hand on top of his, I thought about our baby, and the night we found out.

I was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom when I heard Jace walk in.

"Clary, where are you?" he called playfully.

"In the bedroom," my voice came out as a horse whisper. I heard his footsteps quicken, but I didn't look as he walked in behind me. My gaze was locked on the thin strip of paper in my hand.

"Clary?" The worry in his voice made me turn to face him. As soon as I met his eyes, a dazzling smile lit up my face. "What?" he asked, a small smile playing on his mouth.

"I have to tell you something,"

"I gathered that,"

"Jace… I'm pregnant." He looked at me with a breath taking smile as he pulled me close, lifting me off the ground as he spun me over to the bed. He sat me down on the blanket, holding my gaze. I cupped his face with my hand as he leaned in to kiss me. I could feel the smile on his lips as he pushed me back against the bed.

"Clary, I love you."

We were still the only ones who knew. I looked from our hands, still intertwined on my stomach, to his eyes.

"We have to tell them, we won't be able to hide it much longer, and I don't want people to think I'm getting fat," he chuckled as he pulled me closer to him.

"I know, but how are we going to do it?" After all, it was only a few months after our wedding when we found out, and I was still only nineteen. 'The same age my mother had been,' I thought, biting my lip.

"I don't know."

"At least you have an excuse for your mood swings; I don't get to go on any violent rampages, except those necessary to my job…" He smiled down at me and I blushed. I was starting to have awful mood swings; the worst being when I attempted to cook breakfast one morning and ended up throwing five of my best plates against the wall. Jace had found me crying on the kitchen floor, shattered plates littering the floor. He'd almost had a heart attack. I laughed at the memory.

"I think we should tell them tomorrow," I suggested. "Everyone is coming to Idris for Luke and Jocelyn's wedding, we can have everyone over for dinner," I was still shocked that Jace and I tied the knot before they did.

"Okay," he consented, "on one condition. Isabelle will not be allowed anywhere near the kitchen," I laughed, Isabelle's cooking had not improved. If anything, they had gotten worse.

"Agreed. I better go make some calls," I said, trying to stand up.

"Clary, it's 4:45 on a Saturday morning, who do you think will be up?"

"True," I agreed, settling back into his chest, "I need to time my cravings better."

"Yes, normally, I like to sleep in when I have the chance, but you decided to get up at this ridiculous hour."

"It's not my fault, my stomach woke me up," I mumbled into the base of his neck, closing my eyes.

"C'mon, let's go back to bed," he said as he picked me up and carried me up the stairs. He set me down under the covers and I closed my eyes, listening to his movements. I felt him crawl in beside me and I scooted closer to him. His arms wrapped around me as I buried my face in his chest. His kissed my head as he braided his fingers into my hair. "I love you," he whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

I was walking up to my house when I saw Aline out of the corner of my eye. I turned to greet her, but when I saw her running at me with a murderous expression, dagger held high in the air, a scream burst through my lips and I bolted. "Jace!" I screamed as her hand constricted around my arm, whipping me around so I was staring at her face. She threw me to the ground, kneeling over me, pinning my arms to the ground.

"That should've been my child," she growled into my ear, "Jace should have been mine, but you stole him from me. So now if I can't have his baby, no one can!" I curled up, trying desperately to protect my stomach, but her dagger got there first. I felt the blade rip through my abdomen like fire, snuffing out the life inside.

"NO!" I screamed hysterically, but it was too late. My baby, my precious little angel baby, gone, and I hadn't been able to save it. Guilt and loss pressed down on me, like a literal weight on my shoulders. "No, no! Please, no!" I sat on the ground, sobbing.