A/N: Hey guys! This isn't really a full blown story. It's mostly fluff and drabbles, but they are all based off this chapter.

This is the gist of what my history teacher said Spartan marriage was like, so this is not made up. He only gave a basic description, which means I had to fill in a few parts. So this isn't perfect, but I definitely like it.

Please enjoy!

Jace: 26

Clary: 21

The first snap of the scissors made me wince. I have never cut my hair before, but now it's time for my wedding night. Well if I get pregnant, it's my wedding night. If I got pregnant it was my duty to bear at least five sons. Spartan women are known for fertility and short skirts, but those things created a high death rate. A lot of women died from child birth, hoping that I won't be one of those women. I loved my hair. More hair fell down from my head, making me sigh in disappointment. It was weird to think this was actually happening.

"I remember my night." Izzy, my bridesmaid, spoke from above me. "I had no idea who he was, but he was gentle and kind." She breathed, as she cut more hair.

"You've told me this." I smiled faintly at her memory, knowing that she truly loved her husband. That was rare. We were partners yes, but they almost never developed feelings. Why would we? We barely see each other. My mate is 26 so he's still going to be in the barracks for another 4 years and even longer if he doesn't want to move.

"Think of the positive." She smiled, ruffling her fingers through my now short hair. I looked in the mirror, feeling weird about having a man's haircut. I know its tradition, but I really like my long hair. The weight of my head felt funny now, which was annoying.

"What positive? I was doing fine tending my father's lands and running things around here. Now I have to wait around hoping I get pregnant, and then move to his land." I blew out an annoyed breath, playing with my fingers. I guess didn't want things to change. Sure, I don't really need to answer to anyone still, but I have to move change my routine, I have to deal with being pregnant, and I have to raise a kid when it's born.

"At least you've met him. I mean. It's Jace." She smiled, dusting off my shoulders.

"I hardly know Jace. I've met him once for 10 minutes." I rolled my eyes.

"He's handsome." She hummed, trying to cheer me up.

"It wouldn't matter if he was handsome or not we will be in the dark. I won't be able to see him." I scoffed, still trying to be negative about the situation.

I met him once in the markets. I was strong woman, like all Spartan women, but there were some things I just couldn't carry. I dropped an entire load of my groceries, and he offered to help. I won't lie and say he wasn't handsome. He looked like a statue of Apollo, which means he is fit, golden, and graceful. This happened two weeks ago, and now I'm going to marry him. I should have been more careful about who I talk to.

"You'll be fine." She gestured for me to stand up.

"I know." I took a deep breath, getting to my feet. She helped me out of my clothes, and into some men's clothes. I knew everything would be ok, but sometimes it felt good to complain. Worse comes to worse, I don't get pregnant, and I'm not married. I honestly couldn't care less. Now getting pregnant now would save me from having to do this again, which would be humiliating. I have 4 years until I have to live with him, which means he should only drop by every once and a while to knock me up.

"I think you're ready." Izzy clapped, walking to the candles. "I'll blow these out and leave." She murmured. I sat on the bed, pushing myself back against the pillows.

I exhaled a breath, slipping under the covers. I have no idea when Jace is supposed to come at some point tonight. He has to sneak away from the barracks, which means he has to wait until most of the men are asleep. They said that the waiting made it more passionate, but really it just made me anxious. I had this weird pit of nerves in the bottom of my stomach, which was extremely unpleasant. The longer I laid there in the dark, the sleeper I got. I heaved a sigh, rolling onto my back to stare up at the black ceiling. Could I close my eyes? Am I allowed to fall asleep? I couldn't stop my eyes from slipping shut, and I knew they wouldn't open for a little while.

OoOoO

I stirred awake when I heard the hinges groan open. I rubbed my eyes, seeing that it was still dark outside. I turned my eyes to the door only seeing a male figure walk in. "Jace?" I yawned, sitting up. He nodded, pulling off his shirt, as he crawled over me. My heart started pounding in my chest, realizing that was happening now. I mean I knew this was coming, but he's here now, in bed with me.

"You fell asleep." His breathed washed over my face, running his fingers along my cheeks.

"It was late, and I didn't know when you were-" He cut me off with a swift kiss that was so tender I felt like I was melting beneath him. I wound my arms around his neck, wanting more of his mouth on mine. I've never been this close to a man, and I wish I could just see him. Is that weird that I want to see? Why does tradition say the room has to be dark? He drew away, shifting under the covers with me, his weight still on me. I soothed my hands along his torso, feeling the strong muscles coiled under his skin. I felt his hands under my shirt, making my stomach quiver.

OoOoO

I exhaled a breath, laying on my back, as Jace lite a candle so he could see. The sun was beginning to rise, and we had been joined together most of the night. No one ever talked about how that would feel so exhilarating and good. He stood up, pulling his pants on, while I remained in bed watching. I really hope that I get pregnant because I really enjoyed that, and I don't know why, but the idea of doing it with someone else seemed weird.

"Are you sure you have to go now?" I asked quietly, looking up at him. Secretly wanting to keep him in bed all day tomorrow too, but I knew he probably couldn't.

"I've been here late enough as it is." He turned around, as he shrugged his shirt on. His eyes glazed over my body, making my heart skip a beat. I just realized that this is the first time he's seen me naked despite the activities we were just a part of. I didn't really feel ashamed, but it was strange. I sighed, resting my head against the pillow.

"Let me know if you get pregnant." He kissed my forehead, before heading out the door. I covered myself with blanket, suddenly feeling cold.

OoOoO

Three weeks had gone by, and I determined I was with child. Luckily. I had been waiting until I saw him in the market to say something because women aren't allowed in the men's barracks, so I had to wait to run into him. To be honest I'm glad I'm pregnant because I only have to go through that wedding night once now, and I can move on from it to become a mother. My hair had hardly grown back, which was a little disappointing, but it'll grow back. Soon I hope. I saw a flash of gold in the crowd, and I hurried towards it. When I saw him again, I saw him in a new light. His features were more handsome somehow.

"Jace!" I called out him, making him turn his head. He stopped in his tracks, letting me finally reach him.

"Clary." He nodded respectfully, gazing down at me.

"Come with me." I took his hand, leading us around one of the nearby builds to be alone.

"Is everything ok?" He questioned, cupping my cheek to bring my eyes to his.

"I just wanted to let you know I'm with child." I spread my hand over my lower abdomen, looking up at him under my lashes.

"You are?" A bright smile broke out on his face, as his hand went over mine, making my stomach churn. "That's great news." He breathed.

"Yeah." I murmured, admiring the sight of him. "I was wondering..." I cleared my throat, knowing that this would happen eventually. "When you wanted me to move onto your families land?"

"My land hasn't been tended too since my parents died when I was 10, so you can wait until after the baby or even when I decided to move out of the barracks if you want." He dropped his hand, making me realize how close together we were standing.

"Ok." I agreed. "You should stop by tonight." I paused, feeling my cheeks flush slightly.

"Why you're already with child?" His hand came to my cheek again, cupping it gently, as his thumb stroked the soft skin of my face.

"I was thinking it would be nice to see you again." I suggested, trying to ask him to come over without being extremely blunt about it.

"Oh." The movement of his thumb stalled. "If you wish me to come by, all you have to do is ask." He stated kindly, pecking my cheek. "I'll be there, but I don't know when. Leave a candle burning." He smiled faintly, before disappearing into the crowds. I placed my hand on my stomach once again, as I walked back down the streets to my home, knowing there were a lot of chores I needed to do.

A/N: What did you guys think?

I thought this idea was so interesting I had to write it! I mean it's so weird, yet cool at the same time.

Please review! Your feedback would be awesome.