Today is the day. Today is the day I get married to Jace. Saying I was nervous would be a gigantic understatement. Fortunately, I didn't have any weird dreams last night, but I still woke up later than I was supposed to. That was probably due to the fact that my bridesmaids were all still passed out when I woke up and it was already 1 in the afternoon.

I grinned as an idea struck me. I practically skipped to the kitchen to grab a pot and a ladle. Then I ran back to the room. I took a deep breath and then started banging the wooden ladle on the metal pot and screaming, "WAKE UP!"

I was rewarded with groans and grunts but I kept going. All three of them attempted to cover their ears with pillows but I only screamed and banged louder. Finally, Izzy snapped.

"Dammit!" she yelled, "We're awake and dying! Can you at least do something useful and grab a few aspirins?"

I smiled at her and said, "I already have them."

I handed her the bottle and she dry-swallowed them. She handed the bottle around and I smiled at their groggy faces.

"There's coffee in the kitchen," I offered.

They all practically shot up then and walked to the kitchen. I heard some clanging around so I guessed that they were cooking breakfast too. Oh, crap.

I ran to the kitchen and hoped Isabelle wasn't going to cook. I mean, six years later and she's still a horrible cook. It's scary sometimes. I walked in, and to my relief, my mother was downing a large cup of coffee while readying a pan for omelets. Isabelle sat at the table, her head in her hands.

"Rough night, guys?" I asked, trying to hide my amusement.

"Ugh," Isabelle groaned, "I can't even remember what I drank."

"I think you had those Jager bombs flowing all night," I said.

"Man," Jocelyn groaned, "Those margaritas got to me."

"Yeah," Maryse said, "Those vodka shots were full of kicks too."

I just laughed.

"What did you drink?" Jocelyn asked.

"A few safe-sex-on-the-beaches," I answered, "It's a non-alcoholic sex-on-the-beach."

"Smart bitch," Isabelle moaned.

"Nah," I corrected, "Pregnant bitch."

We laughed but then the three of them grabbed their heads and groaned simultaneously. I tried to contain my laughter but a few chuckles slipped out and so they all glared at me.

I smirked and shrugged. When the food was cooked, we all ate in relative silence. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't stop bouncing my leg up and down and fidgeting with the hem of my pajama shirt.

I just picked at my food while my mom, Maryse, and Isabelle practically shoved the food down their throats.

I forced myself to eat for the babies' sakes. I drank two cups of milk too. Once we were all done and behind schedule, we immediately went into our wing of the Institute and started getting ready.

I took a shower and it calmed my nerves a little bit. I wondered if Jace was as nervous as I was. I quickly dried off and put my robe on. When I got out of the shower, my bridesmaids took their turns getting clean.

After we were all showered, we decided to ready the ring bearer first, then the flower girl, then the bridesmaids, and then me. My flower girl was, of course, Chris and my ring bearer was, once again of course, my little bother Maxwell. Robert Lightwood was going to carry him down the aisle and hold him during the wedding.

Jace and I had decided that Simon, Magnus, and Alec would be our groomsmen and Luke would be the one to perform the marriage. We were going to get married the Shadowhunter way. We invited the Penhallows, Maia, and Amatis, but that was it. We also decided to keep the name Morgenstern.

Alec was going to be our seraph-blades man and Magnus was going to be our stele man. Jace and I weren't allowed to see our matching seraph blades and steles, because it was tradition but we both heard that they were beautiful.

Shadowhunter weddings were similar to mundane weddings, but there were some definite differences. (AN: You'll see later)

I helped Max into his baby tuxedo. After he looked all spiffy, I helped put Chris's makeup on. Chris's dress looked absolutely beautiful on her (Pic on profile). After Chris was ready, we sent her downstairs to greet our guests.

After Chris left, I immediately began helping Isabelle, Maryse, and Jocelyn with their dresses. After their dresses were on, I ran around while they put their make up on, tying to find the bouquets. I finally found all the bouquets (Pics on profile) and set them on the couch.

Isabelle, Maryse, and Jocelyn seemed to all finish at once. They were so incredibly beautiful it made me self-conscious. I internally sighed. But then, all three women turned to me. Jocelyn walked up to me and held both of my hands in hers.

"Now," she said, "How do you feel about this wedding?"

"To be honest, I am a complete and total nervous wreck inside but if you're asking if I'm having second thoughts, then the answer is I'm completely okay, better than that, really," I replied, "I'm so excited."

"That's great," Jocelyn said, "Now, there's a mundane superstition about your wedding day. You have to have something old, something new, something borrowed and something new to give good luck to your marriage. Now, your dress is new (Pic on profile), so we're good on that front. Isabelle bought you a dark blue garter. I'm going to let you borrow the veil (Pic on profile) I used to marry Valentine, and I have these clips that belonged to your great-great-grandmother. These clips (Pic on proile) were passed down so we could wear it on our wedding day. Now, it's your turn to wear it, keep it, and then pass it down the line. I'll use them to secure the veil."

"So," I said, "I'm good on the whole superstition thing?"

"Yes," she answered, "Now, it's time to get you ready."

They began by straightening my hair. It was a long, painful process, since my hair wouldn't cooperate. Jocelyn put my wedding veil on, clipping it to my hair. Then, they plucked my eyebrows a little bit before stating on my make-up.

They put foundation first, and then put a light gold eye shadow that emphasized my green eyes. Then, they put eye-line and mascara. They put blush on me, last. They didn't do anything to my lips yet. They said they'd do that just before the ceremony.

Isabelle and Jocelyn helped me into my wedding dress and zipped it up for me. I glanced at the time and saw that it was almost time for me to get married. The wedding was supposed to be just at dusk.

Jocelyn helped me with my final preparation as Isabelle and Maryse talked to the few people who were there and get the procession and the men ready. Jocelyn helped me into my shoes and I tried not to pace or fidget as I waited the final few minutes for the wedding to begin.

"Listen, Clary," Jocelyn said, "You are going to be fine, you, Jace, and the babies. Everything is going to turn out all right, so you can relax. Don't be nervous. Everything will go according to plan. Just breathe in and out."

I followed my mother's advice and calmed down. Sooner than I thought it would be, it was time for the wedding. Jocelyn put lipstick on me and covered it with lip-gloss. Then, I took deep breaths as Jocelyn and I walked down the stairs, towards the backyard.

The music for the procession started. The piece was the intro of All My Life by KCi & Jojo. From where I was, I couldn't see Jace and I was anxious to see his face. Simon was somewhere up there too, next to him. I remembered what Jocelyn said and breathed in deep.

Luke came jogging up to me and smiled when he saw me. He covered my face with my veil.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"I'm walking you down the aisle," he said.

"You are?" I questioned.

"Yes," he answered proudly.

I hugged him hard before I turned back to face the aisle. Luke and I linked arms, and I smiled at him

Alec was the first to walk, then Magnus, then Robert with Max. Then, it was Maryse's turn to walk, then Jocelyn, and then Isabelle. Second to last was my flower girl, Chris. The petals were the petals from flowers that bloom at night, including the one that Jace and I had picnicked next to on my birthday six years ago. We managed to preserve the petals by refrigerating them.

As soon as Chris got to the end of the aisle, I could see the whole backyard. There was a white gazebo, the groomsmen, bridesmaids, and Jace were all standing under at the end of the aisle. The aisle consisted of a long white, linen sheet. There were only two rows of chairs, but the chairs were covered in white linen, once again, but there was gold ribbon tied on all the chairs. The gold ribbon on the chairs matched the gold ribbon that hung from my bouquet.

When Chris went to her seat, the music changed into the wedding march and everybody stood up. Jace's eyes immediately flashed to me. I couldn't help but smile widely at him as I took my first step towards him. He smiled back at me as I continued to walk down the aisle with Luke by my side.

Jace looked incredibly in his tux (Pic on profile, the flower is white though). My grin was as wide as could be as I finally made it to the alter. Luke turned to everyone and smiled. I stayed where I was, staring at Jace.

"I, Luke Graymark," he said, "Am the one who gives this young woman, Clarissa Morgenstern, away. It just so turns out, that I'm the official for this wedding too. So, I do give away this young woman to get married."

Luke turned to me and lifted my veil. I hugged him and whispered in his ear.

"Thank you for everything, Dad," I said and knew that calling him "Dad" would hit a soft spot for him.

Luke pulled away and dabbed at his eyes.

"Don't cry," I said.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said and then walked me up the steps to Jace before walking to his own place.

"Today," Luke said, "We are here to join Jace and Clary in holy matrimony. Today, we are here to celebrate not only the love these two have shared in the past six plus years, but also the pain and strife they've endured. Because within their problems, they found their strength. Within their strife, they found their love. Within their trouble, they found each other. A love as strong as this one never dies so we are here, to set that love in stone."

Luke turned to me as Alec stepped forward, our seraph blades in his hands. They were beautiful. They blade was crystal, of course, but there seemed to be a swirling pattern on it. The handle was gold and one blade was adorned with a moon, the other adorned with a sun.

I held the one with the sun flat in both of my hands. Jace held the one with the moon in his own hands.

"Do you, Clary, take Jace to be your partner in all things, to love and trust, care for and cherish?" Luke asked.

"Yes," I answered, "With all my heart."

Luke turned to Jace.

"Do you, Jace, take Clary to be your partner in all things, to love and trust, care for and cherish?" Luke asked.

"Yes," he answered, "With all my soul."

"Please name and exchange you seraph blades," Luke said.

I knew the perfect name for Jace's seraph blade.

"Galgaliel," I said, "The prince of the sun."

"Asariel," Jace said, "The ruler of the moon."

I gave Jace his seraph blade as he handed mine to me. I held it in my right hand, still facing Jace. Magnus stepped forward next and handed us steles that matched our seraph blades.

"Do you, Clary, take Jace to be yours, to protect, and to comfort from this day forth?" Luke questioned.

"I do," I answered.

"Do you, Jace, take Clary to be yours, to protect, and to comfort from this day forth?" Luke asked him.

"Hell yes, I do," Jace responded.

"You may exchange steles," Luke announced.

We exchanged steles and I transferred my seraph blade and stele to my left hand. Robert stepped forward with Maxwell in his arms. In Maxwell's arms, there was a pillow with our wedding rings on it. (Pic on profile) Jace and I held each other's rings while smiling like idiots at each other.

"This is the time for you both to exchange your vows," Luke announced.

"I, Clarissa Morgenstern," I said, "Take you, Jace Lightwood, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not yet know, in all the ways that life may find us. I love you with all my heart, Jace. We've been through so much together and you have no idea how much you save me everyday. You are strong, handsome, and a tiger in bed," everybody laughed, "But most of all, you are the owner of my heart and the lives growing in my womb are poof of that. I'm ready to be with you forever. I'd do anything for you, and I hope you know that."

I slipped the ring onto his right hand.

"I, Jace Lightwood," Jace said, "Take you, Clarissa Morgenstern, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not yet know, in all the ways that life may find us. Clary, how you put up with me, I will never know, but I also will never resent it. You love me for the ass I am," everybody laughed again, "And that's amazing to me. You're strong, stubborn, and beautiful, and you don't even know it. I know now that I should never argue with you, lest I'm looking for major trouble. I want to spend forever with you, Clary, and that's what I'm planning on doing."

A few tears of complete bliss ran down my cheeks but I wiped them away. I mouthed, "I love you" to Jace and he mouthed it back, as he slipped the ring onto my own right hand.

"Well," Luke said, "To seal this joining and make it official, Jace, you may now kiss the bride."

Magnus and Alec held our seraph blades and steles so that Jace and I could seal our marriage.

I threw my arms around Jace and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. He crashed his lips to mine, and we kissed, blissful that we were finally joined in this way. When we pulled away, we started laughing.

Jace, then, pulled me into his arms bridal style and I squealed at being airborne suddenly. Pictures were being taken, flashes were going off. People were coming up to take pictures and to congratulate. It was chaos, even though there were only a few people.

Everything was going perfectly and I was in complete bliss until, abruptly, inhuman figures started swarming the backyard.

"I thought this place was hallowed ground!" Amatis cried.

"It should be!" Robert replied.

"Is the backyard part of the hallowed ground?" I asked, dreading what was going to come next.

"Dammit," Jace said, "Obviously, if these things are here, the backyard isn't hallowed ground."

"Then, we're all in trouble," Magnus said.

And we were. Because we suddenly found ourselves surrounded by hundreds of demons.


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