Simon never did get back up. It had been about six months since Jace and I had seen him and I was getting fat, which made no sense to me, I was barely eating anymore. I was vomiting in the morning and at night and I felt like I was using the bathroom more, I was eating things that sounded like they'd be disgusting, I hadn't had my period in a while and I was always tired. Jace was making me go to the doctor to find out what was wrong with me. The doctor had taken x-rays, and did all kinds of tests to find out what was wrong with me.

"Ms. Fray…we have some information about what's wrong with you."

"Oh, Doctor what's wrong with her?"

"Mr. Wayland, your girlfriend is pregnant."

"I'm what?"

"She's what?"

"You're five and a half months pregnant…how did you not notice the symptoms of pregnancy?"

"I…I just didn't."

"Well it seems the baby is growing just fine."

"Oh my god…I'm…I'm gonna be a mother?"

"Yes…I'll give you two some privacy." I looked up at Jace, he hadn't said anything to me since the doctor said I was pregnant and that scared me.

"Jace…babe?"

"Don't….just…just don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't talk to me." he stood and walked to the door. "Don't talk to me ever again. I'm not a dad."

"Jace Wayland! Get your ass back here!" he walked out without looking back. I curled up in a ball and cried. I loved him, he was everything to me, and I couldn't just do this parenthood thing alone.

After about a month and a half making me seven months pregnant, I was taking a nap and I suddenly felt an excruciating, unbearable pains. Mom took me to the hospital to make sure there was nothing that might hurt my baby and they told me I was having contractions. I passed out after they gave me some medicines to stop the contractions; they said it was too early to have the baby. I really wished that Jace hadn't been so anti baby, and had come to take care of me. Being in the hospital room by myself made me feel so empty and alone. It was so scary.

Hours later the contractions started again and I was given a different type of medication to stop them. They slowed until they finally stopped and the doctor said that if they started up again I'd have to deliver the baby. This was the scariest moment in my life. If they started up again I might lose my baby, and I wasn't losing anyone else. Not as long as I was alive. I was gonna protect this baby with my life. Whatever it would take, I was willing to do.

About three hours later they started up and my water broke. The doctors rushed in and within four hours I had gone into labor and had my babies. I had fraternal twins, a little blonde, blue eyed boy, Rico, and a little, brown eyed, brunette girl, Riku. My mom called Jace and asked him if he was going to be part of the baby's life. He didn't even answer. The babies were taken to an emergency room and we stayed there for a week. They both lived, but Rico almost didn't make it.

I was sitting in my room holding Rico and singing his favorite lullaby to him on his six months birthday. He had just stopped crying and fell asleep and I had just put him in his crib when Simon burst in breaking my bedroom door to pieces. He raised his bow and arrow, and fired it at me Rico; I threw myself in front of my babies and allowed the arrow to pierce my skin. As I fell to the floor blood pouring from the wound in my back as Jace walked in with black roses, my favorite. His stare went from me, to Rico, to Riku to Simon, then to the arrow sticking out of my back. He grabbed Simon by the throat and snapped his neck like a twig. Simon fell to the floor limp and Jace ran to my side, he pulled the arrow from my back and cradled my head to his chest.

"I'm so sorry, I should have stayed, if I had you wouldn't have been alone and you wouldn't have gotten shot."

"Jace, I'm gonna die. Please, take care of our babies."

"Don't talk like that. You'll make it out of this." He used his steele to heal me but it had no effect.

"I'm going to die, don't deny it. Just promise you'll take care of our babies. Please Jace, I love you, and I love those babies. Take care of them…and protect mom."

"I'm sorry, Clary, your mom is dead. Simon must have killed her on the way in."

"Then protect our babies. I love you Jace."

"I love you too Clary." I felt my body go cold and then I watched as Jace cried over my body. The next day he carried my body to the river and put it in the row boat with my diary and the black roses he'd brought the day I died. He pushed the boat out onto the river and I noticed the small holes drilled into the bottom. He planned on sinking me to the bottom of the river, just like I wanted.

He went back to the house and sat with the twins. Rico was choking and gasping for air, he rushed him to the emergency room, but it was too late. Rico passed and Jace buried him in the river next to me. He cradled Riku to his chest and they cried together. I smiled down at Jace and felt myself disappear, seeing the sky open up to reveal Rico, my mom, Simon, and all the other people I had loved that had died waiting for me. I went to them, and I guessed that was what people meant when they said go into the light.