AN: This chapter is a little shorter than the previous one, but don't worry there is more to come. I am working on chapter 3 and it should be a bit longer.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters they are the property of Cassandra Claire. I only own my imagination.

Isabelle took a deep breath, "Well here I go. Do you guys mind waiting out here? I kind of want to do this one on one."

"Aren't you supposed to consummate after the wedding?" Magnus teased.

Isabelle slapped him playfully in the arm. She knew Magnus was poking fun at her. She and Magnus had become closer since he and Alec had reconnected. She could see how happy they made each other and she wouldn't have it any other way. She gave Magnus hug, to his surprise, and after a moment pulled away, "you go find Alec and finish getting ready. This wedding is happening." She smiled.

Magnus nodded, squeezed Isabelle hand gently and headed off. She turned to Eric, "You stay out here, if anyone asks you anything, tell them nothing okay?" She smoothed the front of her dress and opened the door.

She saw Kirk sitting on one of the blue silk chairs by the window. He made eye contact with her then made his way out of the room after receive the directional wave from her. On his way past her he pointed her towards the bedroom doors indicating that Simon could be found in there.

Isabelle felt a pang of sympathy for Eric and Kirk. It was bad enough that they had to adjust to learning everything they now knew about the shadow world, having almost been killed in the process, and now they were dealing with their friend's meltdown due to a potion. At times she wondered if Simon ever regretted meeting them. He had been nothing more than a typical mundane when they met, and over the last year and a half he had transformed completely. Now he fought demons for a living, he never got to play his music, and he had to edit his life for his family. He had told them that Isabelle's family was into a ancient runic religion to provide some explanation to the kinds of things they could possibly to see.

Isabelle opened the French doors to the bedroom immediately seeing Simon sitting on the end of the bed. His face was buried in his hands, his fingers shoved in his hair. He was nonsensically to himself.

Her heart broke a little for him, the man she loved; the man she couldn't wait to spend forever with. She instantly drop to her knees on the floor in front of him and grabbed his hands from his face, "Simon. Simon, look at me."

Clary found Jace with Alec in a back room reserved for family. They were laughing over one of their many inside jokes. Jace's back was facing Clary, but Alec could see her and he immediately stopped laughing when he saw how livid she looked. Jace, taking his cue from Alec stopped laughing and turned around just in time to receive a solid punch to the shoulder.

"Ow. Clary, what was that for?" Jace asked trying to mock hurt in his voice.

Clay crossed her arms over her chest, "Oh don't give me that bull, you know what you did. How could you? Today, of all days, why would you try to ruin your sister's wedding day?" She let out a breath of exasperation.

Jace felt the tension radiating off of his parabatai. He turned his head, "Hay Alec, could you get us a moment?" Alec left, seeming all too glad to get out of the tense situation. Jace turned his attention back to Clary, "So I am guessing thing has to do with the paranoia potion I slipped the mundane?" Jace smiled.

"He's not a mundane!" Clary shouted. She knew Jace didn't mean it. In fact she was quite sure Jace cared for Simon, in a strictly platonic way. After all, Simon gave his immortality and his memories to save them. If it hadn't been for Simon there'd be not wedding today; she and Jace wouldn't be married either. "Look, just tell me why you did it? Simon can hardly move he is so upset."

"Honestly? I just wanted to shake things up," He said with a chuckle, "I was told it would make the drinker paranoid. I didn't know it would debilitate the poor boy." Jace started to look a little forlorn. He didn't mean any true harm; he just hated boring situation.

Clary walked up to her husband gazing into his captivatingly golden eyes. She put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him down to her, "I forgive you," she said softly, but her grip tightened, "but if you do one more thing to mess up this wedding you'll wish you were still stuck in a demon realm." She gave him a chaste kiss then released his face.

Jace smile, "Yes ma'am," he mocked a salute.

"I mean it Jace, by the Angle is you do one mo…"

Jace grab Clary's waist and pulled her in for a kiss. It was soft and gentle and loving, but quickly turned passionate as Jace let his hands travel down her sides to her backside. He lifted her off the ground encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. As quickly as it started is ended. When he pulled away and set her down it took Clary a moment to regain her center. When she finally opened her eyes she saw Jace was grinning wickedly, "Clary, I promise I won't do anything to mess up this day."

Clary reluctantly trusted what her husband was saying. "Good," she said trying to regain her sense of authority, "now you will go find your seat and you will stay out of trouble," she said in her 'I mean business' tone.

Jace leaned down and gave her one more kiss, "I love you Clary," and with that he headed towards the lawn where the ceremony would take place.

Clary watched her husband until he disappeared. She then straightened her dress and headed back towards the bridal suite to wait for Izzy.

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