I finally did it guys. I finally finished the story and honestly I was kind of getting tired of writing happy, sappy moments. I guess I should feel bad that I prefer drama and tension but I don't. Anyway, final chapter! Hope you guys like it, review it and now I go to my other story which I haven't updated since January but thanks to my friend Gillian73 I have started writing a new chapter. Enjoy!

The Next Day-

It's killing her. It twists her stomach and shoves her heart into her throat. The gleaming light comes closer to the pale surface of her daughter's skin. She too young, her mind screams. It will kill her. She can't lose her daughter. She remembers the first year of her daughter's life. Filled with joy and laughter but also skepticism, but Alex was nothing like Jonathon. Alex's smile when she first saw Simon.

Standing in the conservatory, Alex squirms in Clary's lap as she hears the doors open at her back and footsteps sound on the wood before being muffled on the thick carpet Clary and Alex sit on. Her back tightens as she feels a looming presence behind her.

"Hey Fray," says the sweet, familiar voice.

"Hey Si," Clary says not turning around. Simon sits down next to her and places a hand on her back. She feels no hostility or anger, just comfort and warmth.

Alex looks at this new face with wide, curious eyes. Simon stares back with the same doe eyes.

"And who is this?" Simon says, smiling down at the little girl sitting in his best friend's lap.

"Your god daughter," Clary says, smiling as her daughter continues staring at this new face, this friendly, warm face.

"And what might my god daughter's name be?" Simon asks as Clary leans against him, tired from her lack of sleep last night. Despite Jonathon's protests she's taken care of Alex for the past couple of nights.

"Alexandra," Clary says with a yawn. At her name Alex looks to her mother and squeals, holding up her hands and grabbing, asking to be picked up. Clary doesn't see her daughter but Simon does. He reaches around the almost asleep Clary and picks Alex up, who squeals in delight at these new, foreign hands holding her.

Simon sets her on his knee as he wraps an arm around Clary's shoulders as she drifts in and out of consciousness. "Hello Alexandra. It seems your mother is tired. Did you keep her up last night?"

Alex nods, her intelligence still amazes Clary. She's able to wave and nod and laugh now. Simon's eyes widen as he receives an answer to his question. Clary laughs slightly, watching the two through her half closed eyes.

"She's smart isn't she?" Clary asks as Simon slowly comes out of his shock.

"She's very smart. I can't help but expect it either, you being her mother," Simon says a smile returning to his face. Clary sits up and frowns.

"And what about her father?" Clary asks. Simon seems to like Alex but she can't know for sure until she gets his real opinion. She can't see any hidden disgust on her friend but he's changed, she's changed, she might not know him as well anymore. She studies his face as it shifts from emotion to emotion. Hate, concern, confusion, conflict.

"She's not her father," he finally says. "And I know you won't let her become her father."

Clary watches him with amazement. "So you're fine that your goddaughter is Jonathon's daughter?"

"She's your daughter too. And that's what matters," Simon says, rubbing Clary's shoulder.

"I'm glad you think that. I don't know what I would do if you… I don't know. Were repulsed."

"Never, Fray. I'm not as thick headed as I look," Simon says with a smile.

Clary laughs. "No you're not Si."

She hears heels click on the wood behind them and looks up at Simon. He gives her a shy smile as she hears a delighted squeal from Isabelle behind her.

"By the Angel Clary, she's beautiful," Isabelle squeals, sitting down across from Simon, making Alex turn around to face the tall, willowy, beautiful, black haired girl. Isabelle is wearing a one shoulder strap, loose black shirt and the ring on her left ring finger glistens gold along with Simon's. They had gotten married a year ago, after coming to Clary, being queen, to ask for approval. It was a very awkward affair and Clary had convinced Jonathon, who had final say, that it would be no harm to the Shadowhunter community.

It was a beautiful spring wedding and Clary had gone but Jonathon had not. They hadn't minded, they were just glad that she came.

Izzy picks Alex up and sits her in her lap, playing with Alex's long hair.

"She's beautiful. Clary what's her name?"

"Alexandra," Clary replies.

"That's a beautiful name, Clary," Isabelle says, smiling as Alex starts laughing.

"Thanks. It's good that she likes you. You being her godmother and all," Clary says, still leaning against Simon.

Isabelle gasps. "Really! Clary, why didn't you tell me?"

Clary laughs again. "I just did. I need you guys to agree and then sign the papers but only if you want to."

"Of course I will. Won't we Simon? We'd love to be little Alexandra's godparents!" Izzy says, her voice dripping excitement. The rest of that morning had been spent with Izzy coddling Alex on the floor of the conservatory and Simon supporting Clary as she took a well-deserved nap.

Jonathon had come in the afternoon and taken Clary to bed, leaving Alex with Simon and Isabelle after a short argument with Clary, which she won despite being half asleep. She slept for the rest of the day and woke up to the darkness of night, Alex sleeping in her crib and Jonathon next to her. Jonathon seemed to have gotten Alex to sleep so Clary decided to get a few more hours of sleep with Jonathon wrapped around her. She was glad that Izzy and Simon had accepted the position of godparents and hadn't rejected her daughter despite her parentage.

Alec and Magnus were just happy for her, that she had a daughter, that she was happy.

And she is happy, but she's nervous she might lose her daughter to a stele of all things. Jonathon's hand rests on her shoulder, calming her as the stele touches Alex's skin and the clairvoyant rune takes shape on the back of her hand. It's over in a second and Alex is running over to her, waving her hand excitedly.

"You were right mommy. It only hurt a little and everything's clearer somehow," Alex says.

Clary scoops her up and smiles lovingly at her daughter. She made it. Her strong little girl, always surprising her. "See, you're my strong little sweetheart," Clary says, bouncing Alex on her hip. She laughs, she's always laughing and it is such a pure, innocent, joyful sound that it makes Clary's heart warm.

"She's my strong little angel. Just like her mother," Jonathon says, taking Alex from Clary's arms and hugging her small body to him. "I'm so proud of you."

He turns to Clary, smiling and pulls her against him, still holding Alex. "And you, for bringing such a wonderful daughter into the world." He kisses her deeply. He hasn't kissed her like this for a while. Alex taking up all their spare time and their nights mostly used for much needed sleep but now, the stress of the new rune gone and Alex becoming more independent, he takes his time. He lets the heat from his lips sink into hers and she locks her arms around his neck, melting into him.

The rest of the day was filled with celebrations, presents and visits from Luke, Jocelyn, Magnus, Alec, Simon and Izzy. They all were shocked and extraordinarily happy for Clary and her daughter but they celebrated all the same. The first rune is always something to celebrate.

That night, after everyone had left and Alex in her room, asleep in bed, Jonathon and Clary mosey down the hall to their own bedroom. A heavy stressful weight feels like it's been lifted from Clary's chest. She's happy and so is Jonathon.

Jonathon notices the space between them, how they haven't lingered in each other's touch for so long, preoccupied with their daughter and their royal duties but tonight, they have time. No meetings tomorrow, no child to hover around and comfort when her nightmares come. Tonight it's just them and Jonathon takes advantage.

Near their bedroom he abruptly stops making Clary look at him with confusion.

"What's wrong?" Clary asks.

His eyes sparkle with lust and longing as he backs her up against the wall. "What's wrong is that I haven't done this in two years," he whispers before capturing her lips with his. His hands press against the wall but move down to grasp her waist as Clary presses into him, threading her hands in his hair, pushing her body into his.

His lust courses through her, radiating off his very being and his hands travel from her waist to her rear, wrapping around her thighs and hoisting her off the ground. She keeps her lips on his as she wraps her legs around him. Their breaths come fast and short as her back is pressed harder against the wall but Jonathon pulls away and kicks open the door to their room. Clary's hands are frantic as she pulls up his shirt, working it from under her legs. He breaks the kiss to pull off the shirt.

They haven't done this in so long and it feels so good. The familiar rush of emotions, the rub of his skin against hers, the feel of Jonathon's lust pouring into her all make her moan as Jonathon kisses her neck then drops her on the bed. She hurriedly pulls off her shirt and pants, while Jonathon strips his trousers then climbs on top of her, pressing his body into hers as he envelops her lips once again.

Jonathon rips off her bra and underwear while Clary slides his boxers down with her feet then wraps her feet around his waist and pulls him into her. It makes her moan as Jonathon rolls his hips and she keeps his mouth on hers, one hand on the back of his head, playing with his curls, the other travelling down his back. The sweet sensation builds in her stomach as Jonathon moves against her. He lets a moan escape against her chest where he is running his teeth along her breasts. He moves back up and runs his hands through her hair as he revels in the feel of her, keeping his eyes closed and his face just above hers. He shifts down and kisses her cheek, trailing his tongue along her jaw.

She relishes how Jonathon feels against her, his fingers trail along her skin, leaving behind trails of fire. Jonathon's thighs squeeze her hips and she squeezes back with her own legs. Jonathon rolls over and pulls her on top of him. She pulls her hair over one shoulder and looks down at Jonathon as she sits back on her heels, rolling her hips as Jonathon grasps her thighs. She smiles, a smile filled with lust and desire as she places a hand on his chest and the other brushes his legs. She moves forward, slowly, sensually. She teases Jonathon with her carefulness and he tries to sit up but Clary holds him down with her hand on his chest. She shakes her head and leans down to whisper.

"Patience, it's my turn," Clary says and Jonathon growls deep in his throat, thrusting his hips upward and Clary gasps. Jonathon laughs a little and Clary continues moving. She snaps their hips together and they both moan. Jonathon is tired of Clary's slow, teasing pace and flips them over again. Clary kept him down and away from her lips while she was on top and now he plants his lips on hers, not letting her go until he's satisfied. She lets him as her hands grasp his hips and pulls him down on her, holding him in place. She absorbs his heat, how he feels inside her.

Clary can feel her coil twist tighter until she's itching to release it and Jonathon's the one who releases it with a final snap of his hips and nip of his lips. She screams her release, one she's lacked for two years and it feels amazing. Jonathon screams just as her high ends and they fall to the bed panting and laughing. They lay under the covers, exchanging chaste kisses and laughs. Jonathon plays with her and she plays with him until they're both too exhausted to move.

Clary lies on the mattress, half asleep with Jonathon's hands clasped in hers. The silence in the room is wonderful because she can hear every breath and movement of her husband. She hears the sheets ruffle as Jonathon rolls over and rests his cheek on her stomach, just like when he got injured from the Greater Demon almost ten years ago.

"I've missed that so much," Jonathon murmurs against her stomach, flicking his thumb back and forth over her shoulder.

Clary reaches her hand down and winds it in his hair, letting its softness caress her fingers. "I have too," she whispers and then they both fall asleep, utterly exhausted but content.

Three Weeks Later-

Clary sits in the bathroom and stares at the two lines crossing each other on the pink stick. She's going to have another one. Alex is going to have a little brother or sister. Clary can't help but smile now at the news. Now she knows she's a good parent and she loves Alex so much, she can't wait for this next one. Jonathon will be thrilled too, another mind for him to mold, another reminder that Clary is his and she loves him.

She stands from the tile of the bathroom and walks out into the bedroom. She hears the clash of swords from the training room and heads there, knowing her husband and daughter are drilling there. She throws open the doors to find Jonathon pinning Alex down, a victory for him but as soon a she sees her he helps his daughter up who smiles at her mother and goes to put the swords back.

Jonathon sees the giant grin on Clary's face and can't help but grin himself. He walks over and wraps her in a hug. "Why so happy Angel?"

"I'm happy because we made another angel," she says still grinning.

Jonathon takes a moment to process this and then sweeps her up in a deep kiss. "That's wonderful!" he exclaims. "Little angel, come here! Did you here that? You're going to have a little sibling!"

Alex runs over and hugs Clary's waist, not quite tall enough to reach her stomach. "That's great mommy! I can teach them everything that daddy taught me."

Jonathon laughs with his face buried in her neck and a hand ruffling Alex's hair. Clary lets herself enjoy all this happiness that she has been surrounded with. After years of struggle and pain and heartbreak everything finally seems right.