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Disclaimer: The Mortal Instrument's isn't mine though I have almost completed my first multi fic based on the characters.

Quickly Approaching Dates and Waiting

Clary's hand trembled as she took a paintbrush and tried to stroke the plum color onto the canvas in front of her.

It had been one week since her brother and Camille had officially gotten married. Seeing her brother so relaxed for once made Clary happy for him. Now, though, it seemed as if the her and her brother had switched emotions. Clary felt nervous and excited yet she was scared of the fast approaching, May first.

Two weeks, two weeks, two weeks, Clary chanted internally. It had been her mantra these past few days to count down how many days or weeks, at this point, were left until her what seemed to be her life purpose arrived. The invitations had been sent, they knew who was coming, the dresses and suits were ready, the flowers were due to arrive the morning and night before and she knew that the help would be cleaning up more intensely then usual because of the upcoming event.

Clary tried to stroke the purple color onto the canvas again but even after taking an attempt to relax and take a deep breath, her hand shook, marking the canvas with a random, purple, jagged line. Clary sighed and after placing the brush back, put her head in her hands.

The weather had been slowly turning warmer in the past few weeks and that particular Sunday afternoon was overcast yet a bit humid causing Clary's hair to frizz since she hadn't bothered to do anything but put it in a sophisticated ponytail Sophie had insisted she wear. After all, she had to keep up appearances.

Clary looked out at the greenery in front of her. She smiled softly to herself. In two weeks time, she would be preparing to walk down the aisle and say I do to a man that she had always found was meant to be hers but didn't quite accept and was still trying to fully accept, as her husband. She was going to miss her homeland. It wouldn't be the same in England; and at this moment, Clary found herself in Stephen's shoes from their first visit from the previous year. He had said he had missed the clouds and though Clary had agreed with Celine and said that it was sort of childish, Clary would miss the clouds in Switzerland and the way the sun shone here more often than in her future home.

There was a knock on the door and Clary chose to remain quiet. She didn't quite feel like being with people even though soon, she wouldn't see her family all that much.

The knock was more insistent the second time and a voice called out very feminine and tinged with her foreign accent. Sighing, Clary got up from her spot on her stool outside on her balcony and opened the door to her suite.

Camille stood, with a small baby bump now noticeable on her figure, at the door.

"Camille, come in." Clary closed the door and allowed her now sister, to come through the door. In all honesty, Clary had felt more like the older sister during the time she had talked with Camille before the her wedding but lately, it had switched. Camille had been comforting Clary on her nerves and helping her soothe them, reassuring her that everything would turn out alright. Clary was thankful for her.

"I just wanted to know how you were doing. You missed breakfast with everyone this morning." She said. Camille's olive green eyes stared at her understandingly.

"I just needed some time to myself."

"That's alright, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay." Clary nodded, meeting green eyes shades darker than her own and Jonathan's. Their son would have pretty eyes, Clary noted.

"So, has Jacques still insisted on you and Jon naming baby Mo, Nichol?" Clary asked. Baby Mo was what the family had taken to calling the future boy since he had no official name beside Morgenstern, which had been shortened to Mo.

"No, and Jonathan says we have to put Valentine in his name since it's tradition, so I think we're going to give him two middle names after his grandfather's." Clary smiled and agreed.

"Is Jonathan still pushing for Jaron?" Clary asked. Her brother had seemed more confident in his choice as a first name but Camille hadn't taken too much of a liking to that name.

"He hasn't let up either. However, he's being open minded to other names also. We're trying to find a compromise between strong Swiss and French names." Camille said. Clary laughed, silently rooting for a strong Swiss name.

Camille got up and excused herself shortly after their conversation and claimed she was glad Clary was feeling alright and left to go rest.

Clary momentarily forgot why Camille thought Clary wasn't feeling okay until she found herself back on her stool sitting in front of her ruined canvas. Feeling the anxiety take control again, Clary looked for the closest telephone and called Jace. At the moment, she didn't care whether or not he was in a meeting, she needed him to reassure her.

She called twice before he answered.

"Clary? Is everything okay? Are you okay?" He asked.

"Everything's fine. I just-I just needed to hear your voice." Clary said.

"I didn't realize you were going to be one of those girlfriends." Jace said teasingly.

"Not what I meant." Clary grumbled. Her confused and panicked mood was gone now, replaced with annoyance at her betrothed.

"I know, love, I was just joking. What do you need?"

"Are you nervous? For the wedding?" Clary whispered.

"Extremely. Only because I feel like you're going to not show up." Clary cracked a smile.

"Jace, it's being held at my house. How am I not going to show up?"

"It could happen." Jace said with a laugh. "Why are you asking me this?"

"I don't know. I'm nervous I guess. I mean, since I was in the womb, our fathers have been planning to marry me off to you. There isn't a day that I can remember my mother or someone mentioning something about me marrying you one day. It's just nerve wracking to know that the date that everyone has been telling me about is only two weeks away." Clary waited for Jace to reply but he had been quiet throughout her rant.

"I get it. My mother and Will have been teasing me and telling me about how marvelous this day would be and it took me until I was eighteen to realize that I was excited for this day too." Clary smiled at the last comment. It took her until she was eighteen also.

"Trust me, our nerves are pretty plausible."

"Thank you, Jace."

"Anytime. Is that all?" Clary nodded as she said yes. Jace proceeded to let her know he loved her and would be there in a little over a week before hanging up and leaving Clary by herself again.

oOoOo

"I wish you would consider painting your nails. I mean, you already changed tradition by getting Jace to wear a suit instead of a military uniform. A light gold won't bring too much attention to you."

It was a week after Clary's nervous painting incident and she was sitting with her mother, Celine, Charlotte, Isabelle, and her flower girls, Dru, Lucy, and Emma; who were all having a spa day. The younger girls were having a much more pre-teen party time unlike the adults who were relaxing with massages and at the moment, manicures.

Isabelle wanted Clary to paint her nails.

"Iz, I can't. I've already made my dad upset with Jace not wearing his military uniform, I won't make my mother angry too." Isabelle shrugged and let the manicurist polish her nails with a clear polish.

"Well, I guess the photography quality will make your nails look yellow...I guess you're mother knows best." Isabelle said and laid her head back on the headrest of the massage chair, currently off.

"I always know best." Jocelyn said from Clary's other side. Clary glanced at her mother's nonchalant smile. Clary didn't say anything but smiled at her mother who smiled back at her.

"So, Clary, what does it feel like knowing you'll be getting married in four days?" Clary bit her lip at Charlotte's question.

"Its a bit saddening, I mean after we leave for the honeymoon, I'll be going to England and start calling Idris home. Not Switzerland. But I'm also happy, but nervous and-" Clary cut herself off as Celine, Jocelyn, and Charlotte all looked at her with understanding. Isabelle smiled wistfully.

"You know, I would say at least we'll be closer together, but I think I might end up calling Switzerland my home in a few years." She said. Clary winked at her best friend. She hoped Simon would man up and not wait too long before proposing. Even Clary knew they would get married eventually even though the couple had been together for two months.

"Charlotte, do you have any advice?" Charlotte thought about it for a moment.

"Have patience. The first months as a married couple are usually easier than the rest of the journey. You're still getting to know each other so have patience and show understanding and compromise." Clary nodded taking it all in.

"I would say, support him but still voice your opinion." Jocelyn told her daughter.

"Its alright to ask for space if you need it. Trust each other and have faith in each other." Celine added.

"I'm not married but remember to love him and have fun with him, too, Clary. I know the both of you tend to work hard and are very determined and stubborn. Remember to have fun, Clares." Clary nodded grateful for the women she was surrounded by.

It was hard to believe that in four days, she would be saying I do. Jace would be flying in with his father and Alec in two days, Wednesday afternoon, to help prepare everything if needed before the wedding.

Clary turned to Isabelle suddenly remembering talking to Alec.

"So, when is Alec coming out to the public?" Clary asked discreetly to Isabelle. Her mothers and Charlotte were talking about Charlotte's baby and how Matthew would be turning eleven once the baby was born.

"I don't know. Our parents know but only because Mayris caught him and Magnus passionately embracing by the pool one day. He's not denying his sexuality to everyone anymore. He's twenty four and fully capable of taking care of himself." Isabelle said as she waited for her nails to dry.

"Well, I'm proud of him." Isabelle smiled at Clary in return as Clary watched her young flower girls giggle over Emma as she turned a bright shade of red.

"Remember when we were that age?" Clary asked randomly. Isabelle glanced at the three girls. Two brunettes and a blonde, and laughed.

"I would ramble about how you and Jace were meant to be. That's the exact shade your face would turn whenever I said that." Isabelle paused and watched the three girls interact carefully. "I bet they're teasing her about Julian Blackthorn." Clary looked at Isabelle confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come on. How do you not know she has a thing for Julian?" Clary shrugged.

"I've had other things to worry about that aren't pre-teen crushes." Isabelle laughed.

"I guess so." Clary laughed.

"Remember when I had a crush on Sebastian?"

"Oh, you would not shut up about him and his and I quote 'exotic eyes and hair as black as night' at all." Clary laughed.

"I guess I've always had a thing for dark haired guys." She mused. Isabelle drew her eyebrows together.

"What do you mean? I only remember Sebastian."

"I had a crush on Sebastian and I kissed Simon once. Two dark haired boys." At Isabelle's look of betrayal Clary quickly amended her sentence. "We kissed once but realized it was too much like kissing our parents." She said. Isabelle smiled at Clary again.

"Ironic that you end up with a blonde haired man." She said.

"Well, I guess I was always going to end up with him whether or not I liked him." Clary said. Her nails had long since been done and would be redone the day before the wedding but it would only be her. Her bridesmaids would have to do it on their own.

"Look where you two are now, though." Clary smiled at her best friend.

"Not what I imagined, but definitely better." Isabelle squeezed Clary's hand in response.

oOoOo

The following two days were a bit chaotic. Clary had been forbidden to ride Fray due to the fact that she might get hurt riding her. The cleaning staff had been busy all week finishing the guest rooms for the rest of the families staying there before the wedding and a few days after. Clary had been called down to look over the menu for the dinner that night and taste the food and choose the drinks. Jocelyn had been a bit frantic when Stephen called saying that Jace, Alec and himself wouldn't be able to arrive until the evening of the day they were supposed to arrive because of last minute issues with Michael Wayland's family. Clary was also forced to make small talk with all her wedding party and talk with her guests.

Eventually, Clary escaped all the small talk and early congratulations she would receive in two days from the same people again, by hiding in her father's study. Clary blew out a breath of relief and stood there for a moment, relishing the quiet and stillness of the room. Carefully, Clary sat herself down on a brown leather sofa propped against the cream colored wall.

As she slipped her foot out of her heels that Isabelle insist she wear, the door opened and Clary didn't look up knowing it would be her father.

"Clary? What are you doing in here?" Clary looked up to see her brother and her father.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Don't answer my question with the same question." Valentine held a hand up to his head.

"Save your childish dialogue for another time. Clarissa, I need to discuss some important things with your brother, so if you would please." He said and gestured towards the door.

"I may not be the heir, but this is still my country-"

"But you will not be King. I need you to leave." Valentine said sternly. Clary got up and slipped her tired feet back into the heels and left without a word.

Her father had been a bit cranky since the beginning of the week and Clary thought it had to do with all the stress the wedding was causing him. Every tabloid wanted to be present, and they would be, but some wanted interviews, exclusive photos, etc. and though usually, Clary, Jace, and a publicist would take care of this, Valentine and Stephen decided they wanted to do it themselves because they would handle it better.

Clary shook her head and instead headed to her hopefully empty, parent's room when she passed the room that was prepared for Jace and instead went in there and sat down on his bed, taking her shoes off in the process. Clary laid down on his fluffy comforter and pillows, making herself comfortable. Glancing at the clock, Clary read 2:47 meaning Jace would be arriving with his crew in approximately four hours. That gave her enough time to nap before she had to go greet her betrothed. Clary closed her eyes with the scent of Jace's cologne filling her nostrils.

She felt like she was shaking but it wasn't from the cold. Opening her eyes blearily, Clary looked up to see Jocelyn and Isabelle above her.

"We have been searching for you for half an hour. Jace is going to be here in roughly an hour in a half and you need to get ready." Jocelyn said. Clary sat up and nodded.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"That's alright, darling, you needed your rest." Jocelyn said. Her eyes empathized with Clary. She hadn't gotten much sleep in the past few days anyway.

"C'mon, Clarissa, we need to get you dressed." Clary didn't bother protesting and soon, Sophie and Elaine Lewis walked in. Shocked, Clary looked at Elaine.

"Elaine, what are you doing here?"

"My Princess, I'm here to deliver you a dress Magnus Bane had me put together." Jocelyn and Isabelle stood off to the side as Sophie opened the dress bag Elaine had carried in and revealed a beautiful black colored dress with a halter top and a long skirt that fell without flaring.

"It's so beautiful." Clary murmured as she looked at it.

"I'm glad you like it, Princess Clarissa." Clary turned to Elaine as Sophie took it out and Clary walked towards the changing room.

"Elaine, please, call me Clary."

"Miss Clary then." She said with a small smile. Clary then proceeded to change and asked Sophie why the elaborate dress to pick up the Herondale's and Alec.

"Your hosting a dinner for the wedding party after he arrives." Clary closed her eyes. She had forgotten about that dinner.

"I totally forgot."

"That's alright." Sophie said as she finished fixing Clary's hair up in an elaborate bun with curls strategically falling out of place and a few pins and hairspray to hold the bun in place.

"I have the accessories." Isabelle came in with a pair of pearl earrings with emeralds flanking them on the outside. They were the ones Jace had given her. Clary smiled at Isabelle just before a different maid came in to help her with her makeup as Isabelle left to help Sophie find a pair of appropriate shoes.

Half an hour later and Clary was clad in the earrings and a pair of black heels that were somewhat uncomfortable, struggling to keep up with her mother who was well ahead of her as she went to the entrance Jace and his father and Alec were coming through. Her father was dressed up in a classy suit with a champagne tie to honor the wedding color, Jonathan and Camille both dressed just as elegant as her though Camille's dress was notably a bit looser around her stomach to hide the baby bump.

Though it had made it to the tabloids that she was pregnant and that was the reason she was married to Jonathan, the media had made it sound romantic while more political magazine's questioned Camille's motives.

Clary stood there accepting compliments from her family but her mind was elsewhere. Thinking of hugging Jace and inhaling his scent.

"They're here." Valentine whispered in her ear and Clary felt herself hold her breath as Stephen walked in first with the two younger men following behind him, a few paparazzi were in the castle to record the dinner and Clary and Jace. Clary felt a smile stretch across her face. Her husband in two days was standing there eyes settling on Clary's figure and slowly making his way to her after greeting everyone else. As soon as he reached her, Clary hugged him tight to her before letting go and kissing him on the cheek.

"I've missed you so much." Jace said to her.

"I've missed you, too."

"You look beautiful, love." Jace said as he pulled away to look her over. Clary felt the blood slowly rise up her neck.

"You don't look bad yourself." She said. Jace brought a hand up to her face and ran a finger over her earring.

"Those are the ones I got you." He said and linked their fingers together. He smiled when he felt her engagement ring on her left hand. Clary smiled down at their conjoined hands.

"Clary, I've missed you also." She heard Stephen say and Clary stepped back from Jace to hug Stephen and Alec.

"I'm glad you two could come."

"Blame Wayland." Alec said. He seemed happier and lighter. He was smiling even, and Clary decided Magnus was doing him good.

"Well, friends, I think we should get to dinner." Valentine said and he took Jocelyn's arm, Jonathan taking Camille's and Stephen taking Celine's who had just arrived to greet her husband. Alec walked confidently towards the dining room and Clary looked up at Jace's eyes as he took her arm to lead her to the dining room.

It felt right. And though they hadn't spoken about the wedding yet, she knew he was just as happy to be with her in the moment as she was. No words were needed for that.

If Clary had been nervous about the wedding before, she wasn't anymore. Not as long as she was in Jace's arms.

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