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Eloping and Nerves

Clary hadn't seen her brother in three days. It was the night before the wedding and though her brother had returned from France already, with the Belcourt's in tow, he had only locked himself in his room after quickly hugging Clary, kissing Camille on the cheeks and greeting his parents.

Jace had arrived just three hours ago to be Jonathan's best man and Magnus was due to arrive the following morning at seven AM in order to get Camille dressed for her big day. The ceremony would be at ten in the morning though the guests would be arriving at around 9:00 to be able to get them through paparazzi safely.

Clary had asked Jonathan if he was sure when he made the announcement on him getting married would be the wisest idea and he had said that the press would have found out eventually anyway. Clary had reluctantly agreed but still fought him hard on paying them off with pictures that they could have a private photographer such as Nina and Lionel who had done an excellent job with her and Jace. Jonathan had shook his head and left the his study immaculately dressed, to outside the castle gates where a crowd of journalists, photographers, and interviewers were waiting. He had announced it without Camille present and Clary didn't know if that had been wise.

Needless to say, the press ate Jonathan's story up. He had only made his short speech and then proceeded to leave to his flight to France to find out the gender of the baby. Which he still hadn't told Clary about.

So Clary found herself in her room by herself wondering what she should wear the following morning to distract her thoughts. Camille had asked her to wear a white dress but Clary didn't know if she had one. After searching through her closet, Clary found a plain white dress with a deep v-neck and sleeves covering her shoulders with a fitted waistline and flared skirt reaching her knees. Clary changed into the dress and looked for a pair of shoes to go with it, finding a pair of black pumps and weirdly enough, white ones too. Not knowing which ones looked better, Clary considered finding her mother, Camille or Sophie, but her mother was asleep as was Camille and Sophie was off hours at the moment since it was ten. So Clary put one of each on, grabbed a pair of diamond earrings and a hair comb and made her way over to Jace's room down the hall. She heard talking but after listening for a moment, realized it was just Jacques and Stephen. Clary knocked on the door to Jace's room, hoping she wasn't waking him up and when he opened the door, hair adorably ruffled and shirtless, Clary couldn't help but gape.

The last time she had seen him shirtless was at their pool years ago when they were young teenagers. Clary was thirteen, Jace was sixteen and Clary still had found him annoying at that point. Now though, they were getting married in a few weeks, and she loved him.

"Clary? Its almost eleven, what are you doing up?" His voice was raspy and british and very attractive. Clary smiled sheepishly. Then his eyes roamed her body slowly and he took her in.

"Why are you so dressed up? Its not tomorrow is? Bloody hell." Jace said and turned to look at his clock as Clary laughed and shook her head.

"Its still ten forty, Jace. Calm down. I need help with the shoes. Which ones look better?"She asked. Jace raised an eyebrow and brought her into his room. He found a shirt and pulled it on much to Clary's disappointment. Jace caught her frown and smirked.

"Don't worry, you'll see plenty of this later." He said and winked. Clary rolled her eyes as Jace came up to her and circled his arms around her.

"Jace, please help me. I'm tired and if I don't choose something now, Isabelle will come over and choose something for me." Jace chuckled and pulled back from his hug to look at her.

"I honestly know nothing but I guess the black ones look better?" He said with a puzzled expression and Clary looked at herself in the mirror before thanking Jace.

"Thanks, I'll go with the white ones." Clary got up and was about to leave when Jace called her out.

"Hold on a second, love. You woke me up from my beauty sleep to ask about shoes? And you leave after two minutes?" He said and got up to stop Clary from leaving.

"Well, when you put it that way, you make me sound snotty." Jace pulled her close and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before getting close enough so that his breath tickled her nose.

"There's a price you know, for waking me up from my beauty sleep." Clary snorted.

"You don't need more beauty sleep, Jace. You've been named as the hottest man alive just last year, remember?" Jace smiled.

"The fact that you remember is-" Clary cut him off by pressing her lips against his and Jace responded quickly and eagerly though Clary pulled back just as things got a bit more heated. Jace pouted.

"Don't leave me now, Clary. I think you waking me up means I should get more." He said and got close again but Clary moved her head and kissed his cheek instead.

"We're not ending up like Jon and Camille, however much I love them both." She said and Jace sighed before pecking her lips.

"Alright, bonne nuit, ma cherie." He said and though Clary was tempted to just stay in his room, she knew that it was almost eleven and she had to get up early the following morning. So she left and changed with an outfit planned and fell asleep.

oOoOo

The following morning, Clary thanked fate and destiny and the stars and the universe for coffee and makeup.

It was six thirty AM when she was woken up from her deep slumber by Sophie with a pot of tea on a tray and a light snack to maintain her until her breakfast with Jace, her parents, the Herondale parents, and the Belcourt parents. Camille and Jonathan had wanted breakfast to themselves.

Sophie helped her curl her hair and pin it up in an elegant updo that would go with the dress and dressed herself in something casual before taking a sip of the tea and eating a scone, very british, Clary thought, before heading over to Camille's room.

"Clary? Is that you?" Clary walked into the room where Magnus had Camille sitting down on a stool with Jocelyn, Anastasia and Celine talking amongst themselves.

"Yes it is. How are you?" Clary asked and sat herself down next to Camille. Camille smiled nervously as Magnus told her to hold still as he sprayed down some of her hair into place. Magnus was so focused he didn't notice Clary walk in so Clary let him finish before greeting him. He only said hello biscuit and went back to fixing Camille's hair.

Clary took Camille's hand comfortingly noticing the older girl's nerves.

"Don't be nervous. He loves you and is probably nervous you're going to back out." Camille gave a nervous laugh.

"I'm not nervous about marrying Jonathan. I've been waiting for this since the Christmas Ball. Its the press I'm worried about." She said. And Clary understood. If she was nervous about anything for her upcoming wedding, it was the press. The only difference, she had had years to plan how to hold them off. Camille had had two weeks.

"I'm sure it'll be alright. We're doubling security for when you arrive at the chapel." Camille smiled a bit wistfully.

"I always thought I'd have time to plan a large, elaborate wedding, but I guess that was a young girl's dream." Clary understood that also.

"So, how was the doctor's appointment?" Clary asked to distract her sister-in-law. Camille beamed.

"Has Jonathan told you yet?" She asked. Clary shook her head. "Good. We're telling everyone at the wedding what the gender will be." She said. Clary frowned.

"You can't do that to me! I've known the longest about him or her and now you won't tell me?" She said with a fake pout. Camille laughed and shook her head.

"You'll learn at the end of the ceremony." Clary shook her head.

"You two are so mean." Magnus suddenly stepped back from Camille and tilted his head.

"There. You're hair is perfect. Onto your make up." He said and took out a suitcase full of different shades of every makeup product available. He took out three different foundations as he pressed them up against her face to decide which one was best and when he decided, shooed Clary away so he could finish Camille up quickly.

Clary watched fascinated for a moment that he knew how to do everything before getting up and sitting next to her mother.

"Clary, how is Camille doing? Magnus wouldn't let us near her." Anastasia said. Clary noticed that she was glowing today and was much more relaxed. It looked good on her.

"She's nervous about the press and being mean about not telling me whether I'll have a nephew or niece by October." Anastasia smiled mischieviously. Clary's eyes widened. "You know!" Anastasia shrugged.

"I can't say whether I do or not."

"She's being a real tease, isn't she." Jocelyn said with a smile. Clary agreed. "I want to know what my grandchild will be." Celine sighed.

"I'm just hoping Jace and Clary hurry up with having a child soon. I don't want to be left out on being a grandmother." She said. Clary blushed.

"Let's stick with Camille."She said. The older women laughed and then Magnus stepped away from Camille with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Alright biscuit, you're done. Let me go get your dress." He said and Clary and the three mothers walked over to Camille who was admiring herself in the mirror.

"He's marvelous." Clary smiled in agreement as Magnus came in with a bagged dress before hanging it up and unzipping the opaque bag that held Camille's dress.

"May I present to you, Miss Belcourt's soon to be Morgenstern's, dress." He unzipped the bag and took it off to reveal the white lace dress with quarter length sleeves, a full skirt and square neckline. It looked gorgoeus and Anastasia was tearing up.

"Your grandmother would be so happy right now." She said to Camille who was gazing at the dress.

"Well, I think it's time we see how it looks. Shall we?"

oOoOo

After ten minutes of waiting, the security guards finally allowed Clary, Jocelyn, Anastasia and of course Camille to walk down the carpeted walkway towards the chapel.

It was chaos. There were reporters and several flashes but Camille took it in stride and after Jocelyn and Anastasia made it to the door and walked in, Camille glanced at Clary to signal she was ready and walked out with a giddy smile on her face as she held her bouquet of white roses.

It was too loud to hear anything the other said and Clary held Camille's train from getting caught anywhere as they walked down the red carpet into the chapel.

The wedding march was being played on an organ inside and when the doors opened, Clary could see Camille's shoulders relax as soon as she saw Jonathan, dressed in his military uniform, who was staring at Camille as if she were the only person in the room. It made Clary feel so happy.

As soon as Camille reached the stairs, Clary took Camille's bouquet and stood off to the side opposite of where Jace stood. He winked at her and Clary blushed a bit in response. She was lucky no reporters were inside the chapel.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" Asked the priest. Anastasia and Jacques replied 'we do' and handed Camille over to Jonathan who was smiling giddily at his soon to be wife.

The cermony started and lasted one hour. Jonathan and Camille decided they wanted a simple wedding with vows and the priest praying over them and a few ceremonial traditions from both families to satisfy each family.

"May I have the rings?" The Priest finally asked and Jace handed the two rings over to him who took them and gave one to Camille and one to Jonathan.

Clary noticed a photographer take a picture and realized it was Nina and Lionel. She smiled to herself and turned her attention back to Jonathan and Camille, the latter who just finished sliding the ring on Jonathan's finger.

"I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss her." Jonathan didn't hesitate and crushed his lips to Camille's and the guests whooped and hollered freely since there were no reporters. Jonathan held up Camille's hand and the guests stood up and clapped for them.

"We have an important announcement." Jonathan said and the guests settled down to hear what Jonathan had to say.

"All of you who are here, except for the Priest and the photographers, know the main reason why we have eloped." Clary spotted Isabelle sitting next to Alec and a few people she didn't recognize but knew were somehow related to or knew Camille.

"We have just recently found out the gender of our baby." Camille said and smiled widely. "And we're happy to announce that the future heir of Switzerland will be a prince." The crowd stood up again and clapped. Clary looked to see who was whistling and realized it was her father as he smiled widely at his son.

The wedding march started again and the two walked down the aisle as the crowd followed them out the door where the couple posed for the camera's flashing and snapping away. Clary waited a bit as everyone walked out of the chapel and felt a hand take hers. Without turning Clary said,

"That will be us in less than a month."

"You have no idea how excited I am for May first." Clary looked behind her at Jace who was looking down at her with a content smile.

"You look great by the way." He said.

"You look pretty dapper also." Clary replied noting his military uniform, different due to the different country he had served.

"Dapper? Have you been spending time with Isabelle? She's trying to learn all the American slang." He said. Clary laughed and they walked out of the chapel where Camille and Jonathan were walking down the walkway into a car.

"Maybe I have." Clary said and the couple ignored all the questions being thrown at them as they got into a separate car towards the Morgenstern castle. "I just can't believe I'm going to have a nephew." Clary said.

"At least we're related. Otherwise, our daughter would end up marrying their son." Clary smiled then looked at Jace.

"You want a girl?" She asked. Jace froze for a moment.

"I want both." He said and rubbed circles on Clary's hand.

"I want three kids." Clary said after a pause. "I've always wanted two boys and a girl, don't ask me why because I don't know. I just do." Jace put an arm around Clary's shoulders.

"I'm alright with having as many kids as you want." He said with an eyebrow waggle. Clary rolled her eyes.

"I just don't want one so soon." Clary said. Jace kissed her temple.

"You're eighteen, Clary. I'm not expecting you to want kids right now. We'll figure it out when we get married alright." Clary nodded, thankful that even if her mother and Celine were pushing for a grandchild already, Jace was okay with waiting. They were both young anyway.

"You'll make a great father when we do have them though." Clary said and looked up at his tawny eyes.

"I hope so and I know you're going to be a great mother." Clary smiled.

That was kind of rushed. I'm sorry, I honestly had no time to write this week but I wanted to update so I hope this was satisfactory.

ITS A BOY THOUGH! Yay, the mystery of the gender of baby Morgenstern has been revealed :)

Thanks so much for the reviews and favorites and follows! There are legit two more chapters left in the story, not including the epilogue. -quietly cries-

Next Update:I start school this week so we'll see.

Next Chapter: Clary gets nervous for her own quickly approaching wedding

You guys are so incredible, I love you all soo much.

~BP~