Disclaimer: Since Jace and Clary skipped almost six years of their life, and Cassie wouldn't do that, then I'm obviously not Cassie Clary.

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And yes, I decided to make the second chapter. BUT THAT'S IT! I'm not making this into an actual story. Maybe an epilogue but other than that, I'm done with this idea unless I get some brilliant idea.

Note: If you read a second chapter BEFORE this one, which was posted for the wrong story. That was a mistake; it was for my other story Just a Dream. So, sorry about that.

Chapter 2: The Proposal

Jace's Point of View

It was a beautiful warm autumn day. It was the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold with a slight cool breeze to help with the sweat that was plastering my hair to my skin. The grass was a rich dark color, the leaves just starting to turn scarlet, carroty, and gold, reflecting its beauty in the still crystal blue water. Today was the perfect day to propose.

Yet I still felt nervous. What if she said no? What if she thinks I'm rushing it? There were a million and one question like that bouncing around in my head, making it pound. Jace Herondale never felt nervous, never thought that a girl could turn him down.

Then why was I worried now?

I shoved those thoughts aside and channeled my worry into my fighting. Yet, I couldn't help but to try to answer that. Maybe because it was the one girl I actually cared about. I was distracted by my thoughts when Clary looked like she was getting tired – we have been training for a while. We always saved practicing with the lances last and it was her favorite. So I had put the ring there. It seemed like an appropriate spot to put it.

"C'mon Clary! I know you can do better!" I told Clary as I neatly dodged a weak punch thrown at me. She looked like she didn't even expect to hit me, not when she was tried. I was smiling despite being jittery; that was probably why I still felt like we just started. I always did like fighting and at least it kept my mind off the ring in the back, stilling on the lance right now.

"I'm tired," Clary complained, eyeing my right shoulder. She ended up punching my left arm, knowing it was my dominate and stronger arm. I could tell that she hoped it would slow me down a little. I just smiled at her, the energy still pulsing through my body.

"I didn't train you for – how many years? – six something years for no reason! I expect you to do better than this," I teased her. She came along really well in these last few years. She was almost as good as me now, which was saying something. She just had to work on stamina and not getting tried.

"I'm old!" she jokingly told me while pretending to look hurt.

"You're only twenty-three, what are you talking about?" I asked her. How could she say she was old? She was still the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid eyes on.

"Well, not all of us can be full of bubbly energy like you," she muttered as I clipped her shoulder. "Ow."

"You okay?" I asked, worried that I actually hurt her, lowering my hands. This was the exact reason why I didn't want to train her in the first place. I didn't want to hurt her even if it could be healed by an iratze. I couldn't stand hurting her. But after she didn't the puppy dog eyes on me, I finally agreed to. And she was so happy too. Plus, this did give me to chance to propose to her during training. So something good did come out of it, besides the time extra we got together and the occasional make out session afterwards.

"Well, kinda…well, enough to do this!" Clary shouted as I she pushed me down, catching me off guard. That little sneak.

"Hey!" I laughed as Clary straddled my chest, her red hair sliding forward, ticking me.

"You were saying?" she asked me, a smile tugging on her lips. Those soft, plush pink lips that I've kissed so many times before…

"That you are the best Shadowhunter in the word," I informed her. Clary smiled and leaned in to kiss me but I decided to tease her and added, "not." I was close enough to smell her grapefruit scented hair, to see the little specks of lighter green in her shining eyes. All too soon she pulled her face back, but I could tell she didn't want to.

I wanted to smile at that. "Mood killer," Clary huffed, getting up. The urge to smile disappeared.

"Aw, come on baby, don't be so mad." Clary continued to pout at me, standing too far away from me, her arms folded across her chest. "I know how to make it up to you!" I brightened up, thinking that it was the perfect time to bring in the 'lances'.

I tried not to think about what might happen if she said no as I quickly went toward the bag, rummaged through it, finding the lances all the way on the bottom where I put it so she wouldn't see it. I couldn't ruin the surprise. I pulled the lances out, hiding them behind my back. I didn't want the sun's reflection on the ring give it away.

I jogged back to Clary in my excitement. "What is it?" she asked me curiously, wanting to see.

I showed her what was in my hands. Lances. "Your favorite," I stated as she beamed at him, reaching for the lance.

I tsked at her. "Patience, Miss Clarissa Fray." Hopefully, it wasn't going to be Miss. Fray anymore.

"Just give it to me." She lunged forward, like I thought she would and grabbed it out of my expecting hands. I was getting nervous again, cold sweat breaking out on my back. I watched her glance down at the lance and she did a triple-take. Shock filled her face along with a blush as she took in the ring, the emerald in the middle the exact color of her beautiful eyes.

I gently took the lance out of her hands, careful not to shock her and slipped the ring out and threw the lance aside; the use for it right now was gone.

Clary looked like she was going to say something when I knelt done on one knee, holding the ring up to her. "Clarissa Fray, the moment from when you stepped into my life, the moment I saw you at pandemonium, my life wasn't about me anymore, it was about you. It was as if I existed only because of you, for you. From that very day, I could never get you out of my mind; it was like you permanently moved there. Clary baby, I love you. And I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then. Will you please do the honor of marrying me?" I told her the carefully written lines to propose to her. It had to be perfect.

Just like Clary.

Clary swallowed, and looked like she tried to say something but nothing came out. I was still nervous, scratching the back of my neck. Hopefully quoting what I said to her in Idris wasn't that cheesy and she didn't think it was stupid. It truly meant each and every word. I watched as tears sprung up in the corners of my Clary's and as she rapidly blinked them away.

"Oh, Jace, of course yes. Yes yes yes! A thousand times yes!" Clary cried happily, delivering the best words I could ever hear in my life while throwing her arms around me. I hugged me back, stood up and spun her around in a circle a couple of times. It was cheesy, like in one of those sappy romantic movies but Clary always looked at it and almost starting crying from it because and I quote "it was just so sweet".

I set her down, pulling her up for a kiss. It wasn't like the kisses we had when we thought we were siblings, during those dark days. It was slow, sweet and soft. We were going to have the rest of our lives to kiss each other now. Clary pressed herself closer to me.

Reluctantly, after a while, she broke away from me for her need of oxygen, even I needed some too. I don't want her passing out on me, I jokingly thought to myself. I slipped the ring on her finger, the feeling so right. The even looked like it belonged there.

I was just going to kiss all her fingertips when clapping burst around us and I looked around, befuddled. We were near the entrance to enter the underground tunnels the fey call home; no mundie audience could be here, it was specially warded off for us Nephilim and Fey. It was a magnificent place, full of colors and beauty.

Clary twisted, still holding onto me and we both saw familiar faces. Simon, Izzy, Maia, Maryse, Robert, Luke and Jocelyn were all there, smiling at us. I had asked her parents first before proposing and even thought Jocelyn was reluctant at first, she gave in and I could see her happy from my fiancée's happiness.

"Guys! What are you doing here?" I asked, still shocked.

"Well I could tell something was up when you got all nervous and you never get nervous," Izzy boasted but she was smiling at me. Curse her for knowing me so well.

"And the others?" I prompted.

"Of course I told them, silly!" I inwardly groaned. I wanted this to be special but since Clary didn't seem to mind, I guess it was okay.

"As long as you didn't tell Clary," I finally said, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"Anyways, congrats from all of us. Now let's plan this wedding!" Izzy cried and surprisingly enough, Clary joined it. It was going to be hell later, mark my words.

Clary turned to looked over to me but I was already staring at her beautiful face, unable to resist. "I love you," Clary whispered softly. Despite the noise that everyone made, I still heard her. My heart thumped happily in my ribcage.

"I love you too," I replied simply, while reaching out to hold her hand, my hand enclosed around hers.

I sighed happily, hand in hand with the most beautiful girl in the world who I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

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