Here's Chapter 2, most of it is just a memory to you guys clued in on what has happened, but I hope you enjoy! Remember to review:)

All characters belong to Cassie Clare

Somewhere in the many rooms of the institute Clary Fray or Clary Lightwood as she was now known after her marriage to Jace was asleep in the room they shared. Her fiery red hair was splayed out around her head like a flaming halo and slept contentedly with a smile on her face as she dreamt of her wedding day...

"CLARY! Get in the car!" an impatient Isabelle shouted from the front of the institute, waving her bouquet of flowers around her head, "We're gonna be late! And you don't want that on your own wedding day, now get in the car, you're fine, I did a great job blah, blah, blah! Now get in!" At this point people in the street were starting to stare.

Clary stood at a large gilt-framed mirror in the hall of the Institute where she'd only moved into some months before. It had been three years since the battle at Alicante, which was almost as long as it had taken to persuade her mother to let her move in here, especially with Jace living here too.

Clary had never been happier or more nervous than she was right now. She was about to marry Jace Lightwood, as he had named himself, her soul mate and she was worried about everything: her appearance, walking down the aisle, but mainly about getting attacked by demons! At this thought she patted the dagger in her thigh sheath, just above her garter.

Sucking in a deep breath and ignoring the impatient car honks from outside, she tried to calm the angry red splotches on her neck and looked down at her reflection in the mirror: Izzy had done her make-up, but she had so little on that she didn't think she looked any different; simple, thin black lines around her eyes made them stand out and some mascara made her eyelashes look thick. There was a faint blush across her cheeks and her lips were a pale pink colour, the colour of pink roses. The mess of red curls that were usually so fierce were pulled back away from her face, but cascaded down her back the way Jace liked it.

The simple white dress she had on wasn't overly decorative: a white strapless bodice, with some fine gold embroidery, the skirt was narrow, but with a small train. It emphasised the curves that Clary had developed only in the last year or so. Lifting the hem of the skirt, she stepped out into the light May sunshine and walked toward the white car out front.

"Where have you been?" cried Izzy, obviously panicking, "I thought you had cold feet!"

"Nope! Maybe I was just checking everything MOM! I swear Izzy you're more nervous than I am!"

"Oh, just drive!" she growled at her boyfriend Simon who was waiting patiently at the wheel. Little did she know that Simon had a ring in his pocket, ready to propose later on today after Clary and Jace had left for their honeymoon.

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted at Isabelle who scowled in return. Shortly after setting off, Izzy's phone beeped.

"It's Alec, they're there!"she smiled at Clary.

"Oh, God," she whispered back.

"Don't worry, Alec said Jace is also panicking! Ha I can only imagine his face!"

Clary frowned, it was hard to believe the normally calm and sarcastic Jace, panicking.

It was then they arrived.

The church was beautiful, gothic spires rose up and intricately carved saints and angels dotted the building, enormous stained glass windows twenty feet high depicted epic battles and colourful figures. The memory of when Jace had asked her to marry him suddenly came back to her.

It was here that Jace had proposed, they had finished hunting (the place had a demon problem), and Clary was tired, she rested on a bench slowly drawing an iratze on her broken arm, while Jace looked at her nervously."You could have died," he told her, suddenly seeming to realize that was what could happen to her whenever they went hunting.

"Yeah, I know, that does come with the job description y'know!" she laughed, but stopped abruptly seeing his expression.

"I don't know what I'd do without you. I think we should get married." He said almost to himself as if he was commenting about the weather. Clary's mouth dropped open.

"Did you just propose?" she exclaimed

"Yeah, I think I did." Jace said, seeming to finally realize what he had just said. Clary smacked him on the arm. Hard.

"You mean you just thought that now? Never in all the years we've been together did you think I might want to get married, and then you do it while I'm all sweaty and tired, without a ring?" she almost shouted at him, her voice shocked.

"Oh, Clary I'm sorry, and yes I did think about it, I just wanted to see how you would react-"

"Well of course I would say-

But he cut her off as he got down on one knee and produced a small black box from his pocket.

"Clary, I have loved you ever since that first night in pandemonium, and when I thought you were my sister I loved you in my heart even though my head was telling me it was wrong. I will love every single day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

Clary had a hand over her mouth and she was holding back tears as she looked at the dainty silver ring in the pretty box; it had a small diamond in it and the thinnest band she had ever seen.

"Of course I will Jace," she whispered as he slid the ring onto her finger. He pulled her close and leaned in to kiss her, when their lips were just millimetres apart she smacked him upside the head.

"OW!" he shouted, "What was that for?"

"For making me think that you didn't care, and had only just considered proposing to me today!"

He actually smiled at this, "How could you ever think that? It was all part of my plan just to mess with you a little." He chuckled.

"You're such an ass!"He started to look sheepish, "But you're my ass, and I knew you were going to propose: the box fell out when you pulled out your stele, I put it back in, and you didn't even notice." She smiled leaning in.

"So what did you hit me for then?"

"I was just messing with you." She murmured as their lips touched.

Clary took a deep breath as Simon helped her out of the car, and they walked towards the large oak doors together, Isabelle and Simon were holding hands. Simon had finally gained enough experience as a vampire to walk on hallowed ground. Leaving Clary and Izzy together at the back of the church, Simon went in to tell everyone she was finally here and take his place at the altar as ring bearer.

Luke came to greet them, looking dashing, if slightly uncomfortable in his tux. Clary hadn't called him Luke in years though, after he married Jocelyn not long after the battle at Alicante, she had gotten used to calling him dad.

The music started, and Isabelle went first in her flowing red satin gown and a pair of dainty stilettos to match.

Clary heard her cue in the music and before she knew it she was grasping Luke's arm and walking down the aisle.

At the front sat her mother, her face shining with fresh tears, her mother cried so rarely Clary thought she might cry too. Quickly she turned her face away to look at the other people in the row, Maryse and Robert Lightwood looked so happy, she had been a part of their family for a long time now and they had long since accepted her. Sitting in the pew across from them sat Maia and her husband Thomas, a member of the wolf pack.

Gazing up at the altar she saw the best "men" standing next to each other. Alec stood next to Magnus an arm wrapped lovingly around his waist, she smiled at Alec- who smiled encouragingly back and Magnus returned her smile with a wink- he was wearing a black sequined tux and his hair was in its usual spiky do. Well, she thought, it could have been worse. Alec moved his arm a little and Clary saw it was covered in glitter- she suppressed a giggle.

Clary turned to look at Isabelle and Simon; they looked so in love sometimes it was hard to watch. Simon and Maia had tried, but it just didn't work- maybe it was a werewolf/vamp thing. But no, she thought, it was a Simon /Maia thing.

Finally, she had saved the best til last; she gazed hungrily at Jace, whom she hadn't seen since the day before yesterday. His golden curls combed back, and his tux showing off his muscular frame. Behind him at the front of the church was an enormous stained glass window depicting an angel with its wings spread wide and a mop of golden hair, it was similar to pictures she had drawn of Jace, but where this face was beautiful, in her eyes Jace was perfection.

Their eyes connected, and for a moment Clary caught an expression of something in his eyes, was it fear? But then it was replaced by a look of joy that mirrored her own, and suddenly she was crying, large salty drops sliding down her face(thank god, her make-up was water proof), Clary was so surprised at this that she almost didn't realize she was at the altar.

Before Clary knew what was happening it the minister was pronouncing them husband and wife. "You may now kiss the bride!" he announced.

Jace leaned in and Clary closed her eyes and-

"CLARY!"

"What? What? I'm up, it had better be important Alec or I'll swear I'll..." she snapped angrily

"Clary it's Jace..." Alec trailed off

"Oh, for the Angel's sake what has he- Clary cut herself off realising the tone with which Alec was speaking.

"We were out hunting and there and – and- I think you should see." He said solemnly

Clary's blood ran cold, Her Jace, what happened? Clary thought her heart might stop.

"Help, me up then Alec," she told him extending a hand toward him. He took it and helped her out of bed. Swaying a little on her swollen ankles, she pulled her top down over her pregnant stomach and hurried as fast as was possible for a pregnant woman after Alec.

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