A/N: Chapter 4 I have to say is much better! It is also the longest chapter I have written, but I love it. Lots of Clace. Next chapter I will get into more political drama, but for now enjoy sweet little Clace.

4 months later

Jace and I got off of our fight to New York hand in hand, making our way towards baggage claim. These four months have been some of the best and worst of my life. They were the best because Jace is honestly a great guy, and the way he treated me was magnificent. But they were the worst because I could no longer do controversial cases at work. I had to drop the biggest case of my life, and switch over to traffic tickets and divorces, which are so boring. So here I am now, in New York, and Jace is meeting my mother and proposing to me all in the same trip. My mom is super excited to meet Jace because I haven't had a serious boyfriend since high school. She was beginning to think I would never get tied down.

"Wow you're really short." Jace interrupted my nervous thoughts.

"Really? You're saying that now. We spend every weekend together for 4 months, and now you realize I'm short." I laughed, holding onto my messenger bag.

"Well I normally see you in heels." He looked down at my feet with a grin on his face. "I'm going to enjoy all the new short jokes coming into my mind." He chuckled. I shoved him lightly, as I spotted my mother.

"Clary!" She ran over to us, hugging me tightly. "It's been way too long." She squeezed harder.

"Ok, mom this is embarrassing. Please let go." I snickered, trying to pry her off of me.

"You're right sorry." She let go, turning her attention towards Jace. "Hi, I'm Jocelyn." She shook hands with Jace. "It's great to meet you." The grin plaster across my mother's face was priceless. She looked so happy to see us.

"Jace." He introduced himself.

"Let's go." My mother nudged us towards the baggage claim. After gathering our luggage, we headed to the car. We went the first ten or so minutes in silence until my mother spoke up. "So how did you two meet?" She sang, looking over at me.

"We met at a bar. She gave me some campaign advice." Jace answered from the back seat.

"You gave him campaign advice? You meet a gorgeous man at a bar, and you give him campaign advice." She exclaimed, glaring over at me.

"What's wrong with that?" I crossed my arms, feeling slightly offended. So what if I tell men different ways to better their career? I could hear Jace behind me stifling a laugh.

"Actually if she would have just flirted, I probably would have just slept with her and never remembered her name, so you should be glad she gave me campaign advice." Jace defended me, but he was still trying not to bust out laughing at my mother's comment.

"Well I guess that's true." She sighed, turning onto the road where my house was. "What do you two have planned while you're here?" She pulled into the driveway.

"Well we are going to a baseball game tomorrow and a fundraiser on Sunday." I explained, as we all filed out of the car.

"Oh that sounds fun. Jace bring in the luggage." She popped the trunk of home, walking in with me inside. He grumbled about something, as he made his way around the car. My mom tugged me into the kitchen, and started making us some coffee. "You did good." She nudged me with a smile.

"Thanks." I blushed, pulling out three mugs.

"Where am I putting all this stuff?" Jace grunted, carrying all five bags at once.

"Really you can't take two trips?" I raised my eye brows at him.

"Two trips is for p-"

"Language." My mother snapped at him, making him turn flush.

"Sorry Ms. Fray." He murmured.

"You two are the first door on the right." She pointed at the stairs.

"You want us sharing a room?" I questioned, not wanting to sleep in the same bed as Jace. We haven't really gotten past a quick peck on the lips, so sleeping in the same bed would be very different.

"I have no delusions that you two aren't already sleeping together anyways, and you're both grown adults. So I don't really care." She shrugged, pouring my coffee. Jace trudged loudly up the stairs with the heavy luggage. "Why did you two need so many suit cases you're here for three days?"

"Well we both have a suit case of paper work each. He's finishing up editing a super long bill, and I'm trying to finish up this divorce case." I shrugged, taking a sip. I cringed looking down at the mug. "Decaf?"

"I have a high blood pressure. I can't drink caffeine." She rolled her eyes. I poured the coffee out, feeling disgusted that I let decaf coffee into my body.

"It's late anyways." I tried to brush it off. Jace came barreling down the stairs, and stopped next to me.

"Your room is adorable." He draped his arm over my shoulders, pulling me against his side.

"Thanks." I wrinkled my nose.

"Well I'm going to bed. Try not to be too loud." My mom clapped, running up the stairs.

"I like her." He released me, sliding into one of the chairs at the island.

"Of course you do. She loves you." I snorted, sitting next to him.

"That's very true." He laughed quietly. "You're cool sharing a room with me right?" His tone changed was softer, and his giggles had stopped.

"Yeah." I shrugged my shoulders, glancing around the room.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." He offered.

"No it's fine. I mean we are going to be sharing a bed eventually anyways, might as well learn if you're a bed hog." I tried to be teasing, but I was too tired and uncomfortable to pull it off.

"Very true." He murmured. "I'm going to go ahead and go to bed then."

"I'm going to stay here a little longer." I breathed.

"Ok." He pressed his lips lightly to my cheek, before running up the stairs.

I've never felt this sad coming back home. I have a feeling I know why though. My mother is so excited, and the reason she's so happy is a lie. She thinks her baby girl is in love, when really I'm just marrying a man for no solid reason on my side. I just agreed to marry him. I don't love him. I don't really know him. I'm giving up everything for him, so that maybe I can become First Lady. What happens if he doesn't make it? We get a divorce, yeah, but I have a feeling I'll never leave him. After two and a half years of devoting my life to him, I don't think I would be able to leave. It wouldn't be fair to him because his ratings would tank for getting a divorce. Alec would talk me into staying, even though I have a way out. Eventually we would start having sex. It's inevitable when you're married and living with someone. I might get pregnant what would I do then? I'm stuck with him. I'm no longer an I, I'm a we. It's not that I don't like him. I do, but I still feel like he isn't being himself. I feel like he's putting on an act so I'll like him. After wallowing in my self-pity, I made my way upstairs. Jace had papers balanced on his lap with the lamp on. He didn't look up when I walked in. "Are you not wearing a shirt?" I saw his bare torso.

"I normally sleep naked you should be glad I'm wearing anything." He flipped a page.

"I don't see you as a tattoo person." I glanced at the black marks on his skin.

"Got them in high school." He shrugged. I dug through my duffle bag, taking out a band t-shirt and spandex shorts. I turned the other way, peeling my shirt off. I could feel his eyes boring into my back, as I yanked the other shirt on. It came to my mid thighs, so I didn't feel awkward about taking my pants off. I slipped on the spandex, followed by taking my bra off under my shirt. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was watching me. I guess I could have gone and changed in the bathroom, but I kind of wanted to know his reaction. I heard a thick stack of papers hit the ground, as I crawled into bed. He settled on his side facing me, so I looked at him. Our noses were less than an inch apart. "So tomorrow, after I propose, I was thinking I should probably kiss you, but like a real one. Not the little pecks we've been doing." He spoke softly, studying my reaction.

"Ok." I whispered, feeling like I need to be quiet.

"I was expecting you to put up more of a fight." A grin peeked across his face.

"Really?" I giggled almost silently.

"I had a speech prepared." He chuckled. "I was going to say how we had to look like we are in love, and how we are going to be married, and a bunch of other stuff." He exhaled, as his smile faded, but he kept his eyes locked with mine. "Could I kiss you now?" He breathed, looking down at my lips.

"Um I guess." My voice squeaked a little, making me kick myself. He leaned in lightly pressing our lips together, before he changed positions, brushing our noses together. The second time he kissed me it was harder, causing me gasp a little. His tongue eased into my mouth kissing me deeper, but he kept it slow and steady. His fingers found their way into my hair, as my hand rested on his bicep. I could hear my heart thudding in my ears. He was a really good kisser. He somehow managed to keep it soft and fierce at that same time. I whimpered softly when his hand trailed down my spine, resting on my hip. He started to roll over me, and gripped my hip tightly, which made me pull away.

"I'm sorry." He moved his hand, moving back beside me. "I got carried away." He stroked my cheek.

"I know." I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his thumb circling my skin. "I'm tired." I opened my eyes again, looking at him.

"Then go to sleep." He pecked my lips once more, before rolling onto his back. I turned away from him, resting my eyes. "Good night, Clary."

"Good night, Jace."

OoOoO

My eye fluttered open, and I could feel a warm body pressed against my back. It was a lot more relaxing then I thought it would be, feeling his breaths against my neck, his heart beating against my back, and arms keeping me safe. I groaned, trying to move, but I couldn't. I huffed, deciding to just close my eyes again, until I felt something poking my lower back. I widened my eyes realizing what it was, so I tried to get up, which only made Jace pull me against him tighter.

"Jace, wake up." I kicked his shin, making him groan, but his grip loosened.

"What?" He moaned into my neck.

"Your little friend has come out, and I'd rather you put it somewhere else." I smacked his cheek, which made him spring up.

"Awe man." He grumbled, crawling out of bed. "And sweetheart I'm anything but little."

"Gross." I threw a pillow at him, as he walked out the door. "I didn't need to know that." I yelled, but I knew I wouldn't get a response.

Since Jace was probably going to deposed for a while, I decided to go ahead and get dressed. I always wear my Yankees baseball jersey when I go to games. I tugged on my black skinny jeans, and finished off my outfit by putting my hair in a pony.

OoOoO

It is late October, so there is a slight chill to the air. Jace had his hand on my back, leading me into the stadium. "This ring is burning a hole in my pocket." He whispered in my ear. "I feel like someone is going to pickpocket me." He glanced around at the people around us. I snickered quietly, as we found our seats. I was thankful for the sun, or else it would be absolutely freezing right now.

"Just keep your hand in your pocket on the ring box the whole time." I suggested, and Jace held my hand, keeping it in his lap.

"Ok." He agreed, still looking panicked.

"What's wrong?" I squeezed his hand softly.

"This all suddenly became very real. Like before we just talked about it, and now it's actually happening." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"Jace you knew this was going to happen." I looked at him strangely.

"I know. I did. I just feel very overwhelmed now." He seemed like he was going to be sick.

"Deep breath." I smiled at him. It was fun to watch his skin crawl because he starts to squirm and tap his fingers on his legs. I'm beginning to think that he had ADHD.

"Is it hot?" He flicked his head over to me.

"Actually it's a little chilly." I corrected him.

"It is?" He chewed on his lip, as his nails began digging into my hand.

"Jace, release." I pointed to our hands.

"Oh sorry." He let go, holding the back of his neck.

"Are you ok? Do you need a drink or a snack?" My nails scratched his scalp gently.

"Yeah." He sighed, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Ok, I'll be right back." I grinned, ruffling his hair. "Wallet." I fished the wallet out of his pocket, making my way to the bar. "Do you guys have bourbon?" I leaned against the counter.

"Yeah, but it's kind of expensive." The guy winced, pulling the bottle off the shelf.

"My boyfriend won't care." I snorted, picking up the paper cup that was now full of brown liquid. I slid his card across the table, and he swiped it. I hurried back to Jace knowing if he was alone to long he might pass out. I plopped down in my seat, handing him the cup. He down the whole thing in one go. "That was a 60 dollar drink, and you hardly tasted it." I laughed.

"I don't care." He ran his hand over his face. "Let's get this over with." He got up from his seat.

"Well that's romantic." I crossed my arms.

"I know." He smiled faintly. "Now." He dropped down on one knee. Even though I knew what was happening, I could feel my pulse speed up, and my breath caught in my throat.

A/N: So this was getting long and I felt like putting in a cliffhanger. Lol. This chapter is much better, right?

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