Y'all know the drill. If I owned TMI, do you think I would've spent my church mission trip writing fanfiction for it? No. (Plus if I owned it Jordan would not be dead.)
May 2011 -
They had decided for their wedding to be in the spring. That way it would not be too hot and not be too cold for the wedding to be outdoors.
The planning had been a pain. So many people to invite, so many little details.
But that wasn't important. Today was it. Today was the day. Today was Clary and Jace's wedding day.
Clary stared at herself in the huge, ceiling to floor mirrors. Isabelle had wanted to Clary's dress to be extravagant.
"Come on, Clary! It's your WEDDING. You're getting MARRIED! You only get to do this once in your life!" Isabelle stated as an attempt to persuade Clary in the middle of a bridal shoppe in Idris. "Well, hopefully anyway. I honestly can't imagine you with anyone but Jace though," Isabelle frowned. But Clary shook her head and continued to stare at the golden dress that had been in the shoppe window. She knew she just had to try it on.
She had tried it on. And it had fit perfectly. Jocelyn was convinced that Clary had been born to wear that dress.
Now Clary was wearing that same dress. She smiled to herself. It was strapless and made of satin, and of course, gold. Clary's veil was gold as well.
Izzy did Clary's hair in a "braided crown", whatever that was, and entwined it with baby's breath.
"Baby's breath?!" Clary exclaimed, slightly alarmed.
"Oh, relax, Clary. It isn't actual breath from an actual baby. It's a type of flower. I'm done. Look in the mirror."
Clary looked and stared. Izzy had really outdone herself. It was beautiful. Clary thought about the fact that Jace preferred her hair down, and that would probably pull it out of the pins. She smiled to herself.
Clary was marrying Jace. She couldn't believe it. They had been together almost 4 years now. Clary remembered the day he proposed like it was yesterday...
It had been a warm day in the city. Clary and Jace had spent the day sightseeing; she could not believe that Jace had not even seen half of the city, even though he had lived there about 10 years. Today they were going to a beach. Heading toward the beach, they had passed a man selling roses on a cart, and Jace waited for the mundane man to look away. When the man finally did, Jace quickly snatched a single rose, and handed it to Clary.
"For you."
Clary smiled and inhaled the sweet scent. "You should pay for that," she said, smiling brightly.
Jace groaned. "Why does everyone have to pay for everything here?"
"Because it's New York," Clary stated.
"How aren't all of you broke?" Jace grumbled.
"A lot of us are," Clary smiled again. She smiled a lot on these dates.
Jace laughed and grabbed her hand, leading her away. Clary turned and quickly put a dollar in the mundane man's tip jar.
Clary and Jace had eventually ended up at the Jacob Riis Park Beach. Clary ran back and forth into the water. She loved the ocean. She turned around and looked at Jace, who was lying on their towel. He smiled at her brightly. She could tell he liked her bikini.
"Come over here," Jace called over to her. She smiled and quickly ran to where he sat. Jace quickly took out a large blanket and smoothed it out. He then placed their picnic basket on top of the blanket. Clary sat down cautiously.
"What's for lunch?" She asked.
Jace smiled slowly and took out to cheese sandwiches, and an apple. Clary laughed.
"Are you confused? It's not my birthday," she teased.
"No, I'm not. I'm perfectly aware of the date," Jace teased back.
"So what's with the throwback to my 16th birthday?"
Jace took a deep breath, looking as if he was bracing himself for something important.
"Jace? What's going on?" Clary asked slowly.
Jace took out a small container from the basket. Puzzled, Clary's eyebrows knit together.
"Clarissa Adele," Jace stated, placing his hands on hers. "I love you very, very much. You know how much you've changed my life; you know how much my love for you grows every day. So I'm not going to make a huge speech out of this," he smiled a little. Clary was still a little confused. What the hell?
"Clary?"
"Yes?"
"How would you like being a Herondale?"
Clary's eyes widened. He was not?
Jace got down on one knee and opened the small box. His Herondale ring was inside. Clary had noticed that he wasn't wearing it today...
"Clary, will you marry me?" Jace asked.
For a moment, Clary was frozen. She just stood there in shock. But then she snapped out of it and nodded vigorously.
"Yes," Clary said, hugging Jace tightly. "Yes, I will marry you."
Jace broke into a huge grin. He put his ring onto her finger. Now Clary was wearing two family rings, for she still had the Morgenstern around her neck; she wore it always.
"I can't believe you said yes," Jace commented, astonished, while walking home.
"I can't believe you doubted that I would!" Clary responded, smiling.
Clary now watched Isabelle desperately run in multiple directions, her gold dress swishing. Isabelle, of course, was the maid of honor. Maia was sitting trying not to laugh at Isabelle's pacing. Maia was the other bridesmaid. Maia claimed she hated dresses but looked fantastic in hers. The gold color looked excellent against her dark skin.
"Isabelle, stop pacing for goodness sake!" Clary exclaimed.
"I can't help it; I'm nervous!" Isabelle replied helplessly.
"Why? It's not your wedding!"
Isabelle paused and looked at Clary.
"I'm sorry. Am I making you nervous?"
"A little bit, yes!"
"Why?" Isabelle asked. "You shouldn't be worrying about marrying Jace. You guys have been talking about getting married for 4 years!"
"Being nervous is totally normal," a voice announced. "But really, 4 years?" Jocelyn walked into the small room, her eyebrows knit.
"Mom!" Clary got up and hugged her mother, partially to greet her, and partially to distract her.
"Oh, Clary," her mom sighed. She held onto both of Clary's hands and stared at her. "You look so beautiful." Her eyes started to water.
"Oh, Mom, please don't start that. Because then I will cry. And then I will smear my makeup. And then Izzy will kill me. And then the wedding will be ruined because there would be no bride."
Jocelyn smiled through her tears and laughed lightly.
"Mommy?" A voice echoed through the room. A small red head peaked into the room.
"Yes, Lavvy?" Jocelyn responded to the child's call.
"Is it time for sissy's wedding yet?"
"No sweetheart. Not yet."
"Lav, come here," Clary called. Lav and Lavvy was short for Lavender. She was the daughter of Luke and Jocelyn, born exactly 9 months after their wedding. She was about 2 years old and she looked exactly like Jocelyn and Clary. The only difference was her eyes. They were strikingly blue, like the color her father's eyes and the color of the eyes of an aunt she'll never know. She called Clary "sissy", which Clary thought was the most adorable thing ever.
Lavvy was Clary's flower girl. They hadn't handed her the basket containing her flower pedals yet because they worried that she would toss all the flower pedals around before the ceremony started. That was sort of the kind of thing she would do.
Lavvy ran into Clary's open arms and clung on to her older sister.
"Jacie wants to see you. He said that he misses you," Lavvy said in her high pitched voice. Clary smiled to herself. Lavvy called Jace "Jacie". He pretended to be annoyed whenever she called him that, but Clary knew that he secretly loved it. Him and Clary both spoiled Lavvy since neither of them had ever had younger siblings (until now of course.)
"You still nervous?" Isabelle asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"A little." A lot.
"Liar," Maia teased.
"Oh, don't mind them," Jocelyn murmured patting Clary's arm. "Wedding jitters are normal. Trust me, I know. I've gotten married twice."
"What if I trip?" Clary wondered.
"That's not going to happen," Jocelyn sighed.
Before Clary could voice more of her worries, there was a knock at the door, and Luke's head peaked in.
"Ready?" He asked.
Clary took a shaky breath and looked at everyone in the room.
"Yes."
YES YES HELLO FRIENDS I AM BACK
so yeah I decided to make my oWN post cohf fic! and hopefully I won't lose inspiration like I did for 3 other fics!
Please review I love reviews almost as much as I love hugs
I might post the next chapter tomorrow but I after that I can't update for a little while *sad face*
But yeah, I hope you liked it!
Oh, and about the title... *laughs evilly* Yeah but really I only vaguely know where this story is headed so I may change it if I have to. I'm currently writing the third chapter - I'm thinking the first couple of chapters will be fluffy and then... *rubs hands together*
