"Red, we have to go," Jace yelled through the bathroom door. We were in Las Vegas for Simon's fight and the wedding was two weeks from today. I scrambled to finish getting ready and exited the bathroom of our hotel room.

"Calm down," I said as I came upon Jace sitting on the couch in jeans and a t-shirt from the gym, ready to stand in Simon's corner. I walked up and sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around his side and smiling up at him. "Stop being so nervous."

"I'm not nervous." He shook his head and lowered his eyes to meet mine.

"Yes you are. Look at the water bottle you're holding." Jace had peeled the label off of his water bottle without noticing. I knew this was something he only did when he was freaking out inside. "Jace, Simon is as prepared as he can be. He is an amazing fighter and has the best people in his corner. Everything will be fine."

"I know. I just want this for him so badly. He deserves a title shot more than anyone else I know."

I ran my hand up and down his back and leaned my head on his shoulder. "You've done all you can and now it's up to him." I snaked my arm around his waist and under his shirt to rest my hand over his scar. I had memorized where it was. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Okay, let's do this." He got up from the couch and offered me his hand, which I took. We walked out of our hotel room and down the hall to Isabelle and Simon's room where I knocked on the door.

Isabelle threw the door open as she was fixing her shirt and hair. I looked at her questioningly and her cheeks turned red, which was a mental picture I filed in my memory because Isabelle blushing was a rare occurrence.

"Dammit," Jace said under his breath. "I knew I should have gotten them separate rooms." We entered the room and Simon was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless. "You know you are supposed to keep your testosterone pent up before a fight."

"It's not my fault," Simon said throwing his hands up in innocence. "She attacked me!"

"I don't care. Get your shirt on and let's go." Jace threw a shirt that matched the one he was wearing at Simon and I stood next to Isabelle trying to stifle my laughter. Jace came back to my side and kissed me before turning to face Simon again. "We will see you ladies after the fight."

"Bye, guys," I said. "Good luck, Simon."

"Thanks, Clary," he said as he leaned down to kiss Isabelle and she took the opportunity to grab the back of his neck and deepen. Jace cleared his throat and they separated. "I love you. Wait for me."

"Always," she whispered before he turned to leave with Jace.

"I love you, Red," Jace shouted over his shoulder before the door shut.

"Love you, too!"

The door shut and Isabelle and I went to sit on the couch to wait until it was time for us to leave. We still had a few hours before the doors opened to the arena and Isabelle wanted to be there right when they opened so she could sneak back to see Simon before things got too intense in his waiting room. It was going to be my job to distract Jace because there was no way he was going to let her in to see Simon, especially after the way we found them.

I turned to Isabelle and gave her an accusatory glance.

"What," she asked feigning innocence.

"Why would you attack Simon," I asked. "You know how serious Jace is about that stupid rule."

"I wasn't expecting you guys to be here so early. Besides, we didn't do anything."

We sat in silence for a few minutes before we decided to put the countdown show for the fight on. I watched the TV as a package on Simon played. A camera crew had come by the gym the week before to film Simon training and get a glimpse inside his life. Slow motion shots of Simon and Jace flipping tractor tires outside the gym flashed across the screen and I listened to the voices explain where Simon came from and who he trains with. Then, Simon came on the screen and said his two cents, followed by Jace who described the type of fighter Simon was and how he was going to win the fight.

Before we knew it, the phone in the room rang, informing us that a car was waiting downstairs for us to take us to the arena. Twenty minutes later, we were standing in front of our seats in the arena with passes around our necks. I looked around and found the tunnel where the fighters would emerge. I pointed toward the opening and Isabelle nodded.

"Okay, so what's the plan," I asked as we walked toward the area where the fighters waited for their fights to start.

"You are going to knock on the door and ask for Jace," she explained. "You distract him and I'll slip past you to see Simon."

"And how do you suggest I distract him? You do realize that he's extremely stressed out right now, right?"

"Exactly. Use your womanly ways to relax him."

"I'm not doing it with Jace in the hallway so you can see Simon, Isabelle."

"That's not what I'm saying, Clary. Just please, do this for me."

"Fine." I huffed and crossed my arms in front of my chest. We showed our passes to the guard who let us pass him into the tunnel. "Why are you doing this again?"

"Simon wants me to write him a message on his tape on his wrists." She said as we rounded the corner to the hallway where Simon's room was. "And, of course, I have to give him a good luck kiss."

"You two are ridiculous." She shrugged her shoulders as we stopped in front of Simon's room. She stood off to the side so Jace wouldn't see her and I knocked on the door. Hodge answered and I asked for Jace. He came to the door and smiled when he saw me. "Hey."

"What are you doing here," he asked. "Where's Isabelle?"

"I missed you," I said ignoring his second question. Before he could ask any more questions, I slammed my lips against his and grasped the back of his neck, holding him to me. His hands clutched my waist and he pulled me flush against him. I opened my eyes to see Simon and Isabelle behind us. She was writing something on his wrists and I focused on my kiss again. Jace tried to pull away, but I kept my hold firm until he removed his lips from mine and kissed down my neck. I looked back into the room to see Simon sitting on the couch giving me the thumbs up.

I pulled myself away from Jace and tried to catch my breath. He placed a small kiss on my lips before saying, "Wow."

"Yeah," I said around my heavy breaths. "So, good luck." I leaned up to kiss him one last time before I turned to leave.

"That was some good luck kiss," he mumbled as he closed the door.

I walked away and Isabelle darted out from the side of the hallway with the biggest smile on her face as she linked her arm with mine. I tried to keep a straight face, but ended up laughing right along with her.

"Holy crap," she said through her laughter. "That was the hottest kiss I've ever seen."

"Shut up," I said digging my elbow into her side. "You know Jace is going to know you were in there, when he sees Simon's tape and then he'll know that I had something to do with it. So thank you for that."

"Don't worry, he put his gloves on before Jace could see. You won't get in trouble."

We made our way back to our seats and the arena was starting to fill up. I sat back and waited for the festivities to begin. Simon's fight was the main event, so it would still be a while before he fought, but the rest of the card was looking pretty good. The theme music for the organization rang through the speakers and the lights went down as the announcer positioned himself in the center of the octagon. Just like that, the fights were under way.

I watched as eight different guys fought for a win. There were knockouts, submissions and fights that went the distance and after two hours, it was finally time for Simon's fight.

"Sweet Child 'o Mine" by Guns 'n Roses started playing and Simon emerged from the tunnel with Jace and Hodge flanking his sides. I met Jace's eyes as he walked past us and I melted a little. Unlike the last time we watched Simon fight, Isabelle and I sat firmly in our seats and waited for this to be over. We loved that Jace and Simon had something they were so passionate about, but we would be lying if we said it was easy to watch the men we loved fight someone in a cage for a living. I knew some of the fighters' wives didn't even come to the fights because they couldn't stand to watch their loved one get hurt.

We watched as Simon went through groom check and the referee smeared Vaseline all over his face. He went down the line of people who escorted him to the ring, hugging them and thanking them for being there. When he got to Jace, I could tell Jace was giving him one last pep talk. Simon turned and Jace slapped his hands down on Simon's back before he climbed the steps into the octagon.

The process was repeated for Simon's opponent and the entire time, Jace was leaning over the top of the cage talking to Simon. When both fighters were situated in their corners, the announcer went through the process of introducing Simon and his opponent.

When the referee stepped into the center of the octagon and motioned for the fight to begin, Isabelle and I sank down into our seats as I took Isabelle's hand. She squeezed my hand tight and rested her head in her other hand partially covering her eyes. Simon bounced his way over to the other fighter before taking the first swing. They exchanged blows for a minute and each time the other guy's fist connected with Simon, I could feel Isabelle flinch and tense up next to me. When Simon threw the final punch, which connected with his opponent's temple, I looked over to see Isabelle closing her eyes. Simon leaned over to rain down punches until the referee pulled him away. I shook Isabelle so she would open her eyes and when she did, she let out a sigh of relief.

Jace and the rest of the team rushed into the ring and hoisted Simon onto their shoulders. As Simon was being interviewed by one of the ringside commentators, Isabelle and I made our way back down the tunnel so we would be in the room when they got back. We sat on the couch and watched the TV as Simon answered questions about the fight. When he was finished being questioned, he grabbed the microphone and looked into the camera.

"I just want to tell my girl that I love her," he said, "and that I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her. Let's go home, baby."

I looked over as Isabelle was swiping at a tear. She laughed as she let more tears fall.

"He told me he wants to start a family right away," Isabelle admitted out of nowhere.

"Really," I asked trying to hide my surprise. "How do you feel about that?"

"I think I want whatever Simon wants and if he wants a family, I will sure as hell give him one."

"Oh, yay!" I clapped my hands together and reached to pull her into a hug. "We're going to have little Simons and Izzys running around!"

"Calm down, it's not like I'm pregnant right now. I'm just saying it could be a possibility."

"Either way, I think you're going to be a great mom."

"Thanks, Clary." We hugged each other and laughed through our tears. When the guys came in, we separated and went to our respective men.

I launched myself into Jace's arms and he picked me up and spun me around before kissing me. I congratulated Simon, but he was too busy with Isabelle to even notice me. I smiled up at Jace and his smile made my heart melt.

"Take me home, Jace Herondale," I said with the biggest smile I could manage.

"With pleasure, Red."

A/N: It amazes me that I can't write for a few days and then all of the sudden I can't stop! Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this bonus chapter today! :)