Okay guys so this is it. The last chapter. I just wanted to say a few things before we finish this story together. The first thing I want to say is that it's been a pleasure writing for all of you and this won't be the last time you see me. I have more ideas for different stories lined up so you guys should check them out (maybe?). The second thing is that I appreciate all of the reviews, follows, and favorites. They mean so much to me because they make me feel like I'm doing something and I'm a part of something bigger. Lastly I just wanted to say that I love you guys. Without ya'll I would just be depressed and complain about people not reading my story. But you guys give me hope and your reviews make me smile. Also, if you guys really like my writing then I also have non-fanfic writing on Wattpad too. So if you want to check that out you can either review or PM me. I also want to call out to you guys. Some of ya'll have stories, some of ya'll don't and that's cool either way. To all my writers I just want to say kudos to you for not getting super discouraged and leaving fanfiction. To all my readers, you don't have to write that's what I did for a year. Just keep doing what you're doing because you guys light up writers' worlds with reviews, follows, and favorites.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the plot the Mortal Instruments or the Infernal Devices nor do I own the characters, I do, however, own the plot to this particular fanfiction story and any similarities to this and the plot of TMI or TID are completely coincidental.

Epilogue

"Clary, are you ready," Celine, coming in her beautiful gold dress. Her hair was intertwined with gray and there were laugh line from her first grandson, Zachary Jonathan Herondale. She loved him so much. She looked so happy. And I was happy too. I looked in the mirror one last time. The dress I had picked was perfect, mostly because Isabelle picked it but still. It was a flattering white that made my hair look more red than orange.

"Yeah, I'm ready Celine," I said, smiling at her. She smiled back and we left the room. Dad and Mum were in their usual positions. Mum was trying to tie Dad's tie and Dad was saying how Mum was trying to choke him. I smiled, looking at them. They looked so happy. That's what I hoped my future looked like. Mum and Dad stopped to look at me.

"Clarissa, you look beautiful," said Dad, giving me a proud smile. Mum had tears down her face.

"Mum, what's wrong," I said and I immediately understood. I hugged her. And she hugged me back, her shoulders shaking.

"Mum, I always be your little girl. And besides, now that we have Zachary, you can be a grandmother," I said, trying to calm her down. She looked up and smiled, wiping the tears away.

"Yes, that's right. But if he's anything like you or Jon, we're in for some trouble," she whispered, her eyes darting over to Jon, who was trying to tie his tie himself. I rolled my eyes.

"Places everyone," shouted Isabelle with Simon in tow. Her strap was messed up and her hair was slightly frizzy. She took her bouquet and stood in front of me. I thunked her with my bouquet and she whipped around.

"Yes, Clary," she asked but I didn't reply. I just wiggled my eyebrows and she rolled her eyes facing forward as the music started. Dad and Jon came over and grabbed both of my arms. They would be both be walking me down the aisle today.

"Clary, you look beautiful," said Jon as we walked. I muttered a quick thanks. I scanned the crowd, seeing Zachary, sitting on Stephen's lap, playing with blocks. I scanned the rest of the crowd. Maia and Jordan were smiling hand in hand, looking at me. Then I realized that everyone was staring. My face grew hot with everyone staring so I looked down, watching my white wedges.

"Clary, look at Jace's face," said Jon and I looked up. Jace was smiling so broadly I thought his face would rip apart. I smiled too, my face heating even more. Great, even on my wedding day I looked like a firetruck. We finally made it up the aisle where Dad and Jon let me. I turned to each of them, kissing them on the cheek before walking up the altar steps. There was Jace in front of me. His hair was in the disheveled way I always liked it and he looked really good in his tux. We turned to face the priest and started the mass. When it was time to say our vows I turned to him, holding his hand, and said my vows:

"It happened under the shiny moon in Oakland park. On your shiny blue prius. I had never wanted to lose it so easily. And in my defense, we were drunk. Like drunk enough to the point where I had stripped off the obnoxious baby blue jacket, no offense to Tessa, and stuck my tongue down your throat. I take you, Jace, to be mine forever. Had this not happened we would've never met. We would've never shared in the magic that is Zachary. I love you. I've loved you everyday since I saw you in that cafe, when I embarrassed myself in front of you by talking about what happened. I love you. Even when you say stupid things, do stupid things, or are just completely stupid, always.

It was Jace's turn. I looked into his eyes. He looked so sure, like he was ready.

"I wrote this letter a year ago before Clary went into labor so excuse the... you know what? You'll see what I mean," he said. Then he pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket:

"Dear Clary,

It's me, Jace, but you probably already know that. I was hoping to send this letter to you but I don't know if that's a good idea now. You probably hate me and never want to see me again. But I can't help but reflect. Reflect on things I've said and things I've done. Ever since I was little the idea of a wife and kids was always the next step, and because of that I tried to avoid it my whole life. It wasn't until I met you that I realized maybe babies and wife wouldn't be so bad. From our horrendous trip to PPC and my first visit to Dr. Dorothea, which was terrifying by the way, I figured it was us against the world and Dr. Dorothea's cucumber sandwiches. Every fiber of my being is longing for you. I see you everywhere. I walk fast to catch up to any short redhead, hoping it was you. I would drive past your apartment to see if you were home, not in a creepy way. Clary, I want you. I miss you. Love Always, Jace."

I didn't even try to mop up my tears. I just let them fall. I looked into his eyes and his eyes were wet too. The priest didn't finish quick enough. Just as he said "pronounce", I collapsed against him, kissing him, our faces both wet with tears. I could hear the priest finish his lines, probably looking scandalized. But we didn't care. We were too wrapped up in each other.

The End.

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