EDITED:1/1/14

Set two years after CoHF. Jace and Clary are married and living in Idris, when Clary becomes pregnant. All she wants is a baby, but all Jace wants is Clary. Is there room in the Herondale for three? CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM CLOCKWORK PRINCESS! DON'T READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ ALL THE TMI AND TID BOOKS!

This chapter takes place a year after the defeat of Sebastian/CoHF. I know it isn't out yet, so all this is made up. After this all chapters will take place two years after the defeat of Sebastian, and the ending of CoHF. Clary and Jace have been married for six months. Clary is 17 and Jace is 18.


RE-EDITED: 7/15/14


CLARY POV

I took Jace's hand as we approached the ruins of what used to be Fairchild Manor. The wind blew across my face, causing me to shiver. I pulled him closer to me, in search of warmth.

"Well, it looks exactly how it did when I saw it last," I sighed.

"Are you sure you really want to go through with this?" he asked," It isn't like we don't already have a home. And besides this place doesn't exactly have the greatest history."

"I know," I told Jace," I just am ready to move on, and I think that we shouldn't overstay our welcome."

"Clary," he said," Tessa gave us Ravenscar as a wedding gift. It's not as if we're guests. And anyways, she and Brother Zacha- I mean Jem are New York helping Alec and Magnus take care of Kira. It's really amazing how much work goes into goat."

"That isn't the point. It just doesn't feel right to me, Jace," I explained," We should have our own home."

"And this does?" he snorted.

I looked up, and frowned. Jace still hadn't gotten over his hostility towards everything like I had. But I knew that if I pushed enough he would cave. I stood up in my tiptoes, and pressed my lips to his. He groaned, knowing that he wasn't going to win.

"Fine. But you get that this isn't going to happen over night," Jace said, after we broke apart ," It'll be a ton of work, even of we won't be be doing it ourselves."

"But in the end it'll all be worth it," I smiled, victoriously.

"It better be for what we're paying."

"Just think, Jace," I told him," It'll look just like it did before the fire."

"Let's just hope history doesn't repeat itself," he muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Valentine did raise me. Who knows, maybe I'll go insane and burn the house down too. With you in it."

"That isn't funny!" I exclaimed.

"Just trying to lighten the mood," he countered.

"Of all the mood lightening topics out there you decided to go for fire and death," I sighed," I think that's a new low for you."

"Point taken," he smirked," I did have a better remark, but it involved Sebastian."

"I don't even want to know," I shuddered.

Sebastian was still a bit of a sore spot. But what can I say? It's not like I was going to just get over the fact that he had killed Max, kidnapped Jace or attempted to rape me. About the only thing I think I would ever be able to forgive him for would be killing the Seelie Queen, but unfortunately that hadn't happened. Good thing Sebastian was dead now. If there ever was a mood lightening topic, Sebastian's death would be a pretty damn good one.

"Moving on," I said," Have you sent the blueprints to the builders?"

"Yes," Jace whined," This is going to cost me so much money. I can't believe you're forcing me to rebuild an exact copy of the Fairchild Manor."

"I know," I smiled," I make your life so difficult. But I'm worth it aren't I?"

"You Clarissa Adele Herondale are most definitely worth every penny," he whispered, pulling me to him by my waist.

He leaned down, and planted a small kiss on the tip of my nose, while brushing the hair out of my face. I placed my hands on either side of his face, as he pulled back slightly.

"Don't ever let me forget," I murmured, gazing into golden eyes.

"Never."


A few hours later we found ourselves in a New York department store looking at furniture. Since Sebastian, along with countless other Circle supporters had been killed the Clave had become much more liberal with the use of portals. Suddenly you could portal in and out of Idris without a single problem. I made getting around much easier.

"Jace," I called, across the room," Come look at this."

Jace set down the catalog that he was looking through, with a sigh. It wasn't that he was annoyed that I was interrupting his reading, but more of that I'd been calling him to look at some random piece of furniture every thirty seconds.

"What do you think?" I asked, motioning towards the pale blue loveseat in front of me.

"It's, interesting," he said, cocking his head to one side," I guess."

"Meaning..." I pressed.

"Meaning I'm not exactly a blue couch kind of person," he finished.

"It's a loveseat," I corrected him.

"Whatever the hell it is it isn't for me," he growled.

"Jace!" I groaned," You are so difficult!"

"I don't understand why you brought me. I'm sure your mom, and Isabelle, or even Simon would have been happy to come with you. Why don't you have them help you pick stuff out?" he asked.

"Because if I had brought any of them you would have ended up with the blue loveseat!" I huffed.

"By the Angel, what have I gotten myself into?" Jace moaned," Why did no one warn me about marriage?"

"Fine, Jace, I'm going to portal home. When you've picked out furniture for the entire house you can meet me there."

I turned away from him and stalked off. Honestly I had no intention of going back to Ravenscar. It truly amazed me how just a few hours before, at Fairchild Manor, we had been fine, and then now we were arguing. It made me wonder how many marriages had ended due to furniture disagreements. Oh by the Angel, one little fight and my mind had wandered to the thought of divorce. It made me wonder if I should go back and apologize to him. It wasn't Jace's fault. Mostly.

Eventually I ended up wandering around. After I'd been gone for about an hour I found myself sitting on a bed in a model of a children's room. I picked out a picture book to look at. I didn't bother reading the words, I just looked at the drawings. I managed to understand what was going on without the words. It was about a little girl who was mean to her mommy, and then felt bad, and had to apologize. Great, now Jace was my mommy, and I had to apologize. I threw myself back on the bed.

"Do you need help, miss," someone asked me a few minutes later.

"Not unless you want to go apologize to my husband for me," I answered looking up at the woman standing in front of me.

I gave her a quick one over. She was using one hand to hold a little boy on her hip, and the other to push a baby carriage.

"I know how that feels," she laughed," Newlyweds I'm guessing."

"We've been married six months. How did you know?"

"You just have that look to you," she said.

"Oh," I mumbled, thinking of how to switch the topic, because the last thing I wanted to hear was the you're so young speech," What's your little boys name?"

"Can you tell her your name?" she whispered to him.

"My name is Conner, I'm fwee," he answered.

"And this is my daughter, Janie, who's four months old," she beamed, motioning towards the baby carriage.

"My name is Clary," I smiled, as I extended my hand out to the mom.

"I'm Michelle," she beamed beamed back at me, taking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," I said.

"You too," Michelle agreed.

"I should probably let you get back to shopping," I said.

"Yeah," she laughed," You probably want to get back to your husband."

"It's not that I really want to right now, it's more of that I have to. He isn't used to department stores," I told her.

"That's amusing," she chuckled," Well I'll let you go.

I watched as she walked away. I felt a tiny bit of envy. I knew next to nothing about her, and yet I wanted her life.

I found Jace in the women's lingerie department a few minutes later. He seemed very clearly amused. At least he hadn't spent the last hour in misery.

"Someone's been having fun," I sighed.

"Huh?" he asked, as he turned to face me.

He threw the extremely revealing lingerie that he had been holding over this shoulder when he saw that it was me. I was almost tempted to laugh. But then I quickly remembered our fight.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be. I should have just told you how I felt."

"You really should have," I agreed.

"That's it?"

"Pretty much," I answered," That and I've decide that the furniture should be brown."

"Oh, thank the Angel. I thought you were going to say pink. And we all know how I feel about pink. I was truly frightened," he told me.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes," Let's go home. We can finish this another day."


"I'm still sorry about today," I said, as I pulled the covers over my body that night.

"Don't be," Jace yawned, pulling me him.

"Jace?"

"Hm?"

"I met someone today," I said.

"He undoubtedly was no match for my wit and charm."

"Michelle was very charming," I told him," And so were her kids. We're going to run away together."

"Mhm," he groaned, sleepily, showing me that he wasn't really listening.

"Her daughter, Janie, was adorable. The way her soft cheeks looked, and the way her little fingers curled," I smiled, to myself.

"Clary, what is going on?" Jace asked, as he sat up and turned the lamp on.

"What? Nothing!" I lied.

"No," he sighed," I'm pretty sure something is."

"Nope," I shook my head.

"Tell me, Clary," Jace said.

"I want a baby," I whispered.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I want a baby," I repeated, a little bit louder," And it doesn't have to be right now, but I want one. Maybe we could just wait a year or two, you know until we're more settled down."

"No," he stated," Absolutely not. No."

"I know you're afraid you'll be like like Valentine, but I promise that you won't be."

"That has nothing do with this," he said.

"Then what does it have to do with?" I asked, letting my voice crack.

"I don't want kids!" Jace exclaimed.

"I can't believe you," I hissed, as I threw back the covers, and stood up," I really can't. You could have told me that before we got married!"

"You wouldn't have married me if I had. I figured that you'd get over it eventually, after you gave up trying to have a baby, because you weren't able to get pregnant."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, the anger welling up inside me.

"I'm planning on having a vasectomy when I turn twenty one. That way I can ensure that I never accidentally get you pregnant," he explained.

"You know how much this means to me. I can tell you do."

"Well, someone is always unhappy in marriages, and I certainly won't have it be me. You're just going to have to suck it up, and get used to it."

Had the words truly just come out of his mouth. They couldn't have. My Jace would never have said that. However the boy that he used to be would have. Suddenly it was like he wasn't even himself. But that still didn't stop the words from hurting me.

I walked across the room, to pick up my robe. On my way out I didn't hesitate to slam the door. I decided to spend the night in one of the downstairs bedrooms. One of the perks about living in Ravenscar was that it was a large house, with many rooms. It was so big that I could go days without seeing Jace if I wanted to. I ended up picking the smallest bedroom that I could find, knowing that if Jace came looking for me he would overlook it.

I was met by the feeling that I had made the biggest mistake of my life by marrying Jace.


So what did you think? This is my first TMI, so I'm not 100% into story mode yet. Do you think it's worth continuing? Please review and tell me what you think!

~Lillie