Hey, guys! Long time since I've posted for this story! But I promised you an epilogue, so here it is! I'm not one hundred percent happy with this, but I hope that you enjoy it :) I apologize for any mistakes.

"And down here," Clary could feel excitement building in the pit of her stomach as she lead the way down the long, cream coloured hallway, the heels of her shoes sinking into the plush carpet. "We have the nursery," a proud smile spread across her face as she opened the last door on the right and stepped inside. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she heard gasps from behind her as they all moved into the middle of the room. The bedroom was painted a very pale green, with the skirting boards, ceiling and window sills painted white. There was netting hanging in front of the large double windows, and simple, navy curtains that were tied back to the left. In one corner was a comfortable looking arm chair, with a cushion and a throw over the back, and there was a large, wooden trunk made from expensive wood and painted white, ready to be filled with toys. There was a fluffy rug in the centre of the floor, and a set of drawers, made out of soft material next to the bassinet.

The bassinet was Clary's favourite part.

It made her whole body ache, maybe partly in a sad way, but mostly good.

Even though babies were only in bassinets for a short amount of time, she had the budget to splurge out while also getting a cot. There was netting hanging from the ceiling, which would also work once the cot was moved in, and it was all dripping with lace and frills, and the most adorable fluffy yellow bunny inside.

"It's absolutely perfect, Clarissa," the woman, Stacey Reynolds, breathed, her eyes filled with tears. "It's..." she took a moment, letting out a shaky breath as she grabbed her husbands arm, who also looked in awe, lost for words. "It's everything we ever wanted." Clary smiled at them both, feeling as though her face was going to break in half. "The whole house—everything! Everything is so beautiful." Stacey shook her head in disbelief before rushing forward and throwing her arms around Clary's neck. Clary let out a surprised squeak and then a short laugh, hugging the woman back.

This was her second year with Shaped For You, an up-and-coming interior design company, however this was her first solo venture. Or at least, the first one where she had been the main consultant, and in charge of all interaction with the client. She had been nervous beyond belief when her boss had first given her the job, because the client was wealthy, and they were moving over to New York from Dubai, and they wanted everything to be set up and ready for them the minute they arrived, mainly because the wife, Stacey, was coming into the last stage of her pregnancy, and didn't want to design everything once she got here. She had spoken with them a hundred times over the phone and through Skype, but had only met them for the first about half an hour ago.

The nursery had been her favourite part of the house, and even though it had been hard, given her history, she had talked it through with her mum, and with her friends, and she had ended up throwing her heart and soul into the room, just like everything else that she did.

And it looked as though her hard work had all paid off.

Clary managed to detract herself from the loving gushing of the soon to be parents, and was walking on cloud nine as she traipsed back down the driveway. The house was in the suburbs, almost forty minutes out of the city, and so she had ended up with the company car, shuttling back and forth most days. She had gotten her licence about four years ago, never needing it when living in central New York, but realizing that it would come in handy when she moved in with Simon and his friend, Eric. The University was about an hour out of the city, and Eric had a tiny, beat up car that used to be his mothers, and he let them use it when they needed it.

She actually really loved driving.

Clary was now twenty-three, and if she had tried to predict where she would be at this age when she was eighteen, she wouldn't have guessed that she'd be here. Straight out of University she had gotten a job with the company that she had interned with the previous summer. She was lucky, a lot of her classmates were still struggling to find work in the fields they were trained in. She enjoyed her work, and the people that she worked with.

And then there was her mum, and her friends, and Jace.

Isabelle and Simon were now living together, making one hell of a strange couple. Their apartment was a hilarious mismatch that somehow worked. There were his Star Wars and Doctor Who posters, all up next to her elegant ones of famous models and world renown landmarks. Their CD rack was stacked with his grungy rock bands and her pop music. Half of the closet was filled with his clothes which he had owned since he was a teenager, far too baggy for him and riddled with rips and holes. The other half was her tight skirts and leather jackets and sequinned mini dresses.

Alec and Magnus were still together, and they had also moved in with each other, almost directly after the New Years where her and Jace had first got back together. Alec was more prone to showing up at events covered in glitter now, mainly around his face—specifically his lips.

Jocelyn and Luke were married. Jocelyn had told Clary years ago that she wasn't interested in marriage, and that by the time she found someone who was the right guy, she was going to be too old to be married anyway. But Luke had asked her, and clearly she had completely changed her mind, because two days after he asked her, the pair of them had brought some expensive tickets to Greece and had gotten married. They had returned a few weeks later, and Clary had never seen the pair of them so happy.

And Jace.

Her and Jace were good.

Better than good.

They were amazing.

Things had been...A little bit bumpy to begin with. Even though they were both determined to make it work, they had a lot that they needed to work with through. And with the distance between them, given Jace was living in New York at the Lightwoods walk up, and Clary almost two hours away at University with Simon and Eric, it made things harder to patch up between them. But they had done it. It had taken a long time, almost a year, before they were both comfortable enough to talk about the miscarriage, but once they had, both of them just couldn't stop spilling how they felt. Clary had cried, and she had been surprised when she had seen that Jace's golden eyes also looked damp. It was almost a other year after that before they talked about the possibility of kids in the future, and when Jace had said that he would love a little boy that he could throw a football around with and a little girl with her bright green eyes, it did all kinds of crazy things to Clary's heart rate.

It still did.

They made the long distance thing work, and after three years, at the end of her degree, she got the job with Shaped For You, and they found themselves a corner apartment. It was tiny but adorable, and just big enough for both of them. It wasn't always going to be enough as they got older, but it was perfect for them now.

Clary turned the music up in the car as she drove back toward the city. Her phone was plugged into the radio, with Halsey singing Roman Holiday, and she sang along with it, her windows wound down. The traffic became more dense the closer she got to the city, and she was glad when she could turn off, and head toward the Shaped For You building, which was on the outskirts of the city. She checked in the car to the parking lot, signed for it, and then took the stairs up to the second floor, where her office was. She just had a few last things that she needed to finish before she headed off for the weekend.

"Hey, Clare?" Lydia Branwell poked her head into Clary's office. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be able to make it tomorrow night. I managed to get one of the new girls to take over the meetings I have in the afternoon, so I could come."

"Sucks being the new kid on a Saturday," Clary smirked.

"Sure does," Lydia pouted, but then shrugged it off with a smile. "So six, right?"

"That's right," Clary nodded.

"I'll see you there," Lydia waved and left her alone. Clary read through her work emails, not paying much attention to any of them except for one that her boss had sent her a few hours ago, saying to have fun at her party tomorrow night. She smiled at that, glad that she had found a job where she got on with pretty much everyone, including her employer. Her phone pinged, and she looked down, seeing a text from the person picking her up. She logged off her computer, grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair and slung her handbag over her shoulder, heading out of the office. There weren't too many people left in the office, since it was now after six, but she smiled and called out goodbye to the ones that were still around, jogging down the stairs to the ground floor and then outside where her ride was waiting.

Jace.

"Hey, Red," he greeted her, with that charming, half smirk of his that still made her stomach clench and turn, even after all these years. He was sitting on his motorbike, wearing jeans and a leather jacket, the piercings in his ear catching the early evening sun, and his helmet resting under one arm.

"Hey," Clary practically skipped over to him, not hindered at all by her tight pencil skirt and her high heels. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a hard kiss that made her legs quiver. When they pulled apart, Clary's cheeks were flushed and her smile was even bigger. "Ooh, guess what?"

"What?"

"Lydia's able to come to our engagement party tomorrow night," she said, her arms still on his shoulders. "She got one of the newbies to take over her meeting."

"Oh cool," Jace smiled, knowing that Lydia was one of her closest friends at work. "Make sure you let Isabelle know, she's already freaking out about organizing it. She needs to know exactly how many people are there for whatever the fuck she's planning." Clary grinned as she tilted her head to the side, thinking about how crazy Isabelle had gotten ever since they had let her take over the planning for the engagement party. "How do you think she's going to be at the actual wedding?"

"Oh, god," Clary groaned and scrunched up her nose. "It would be so much easier just to elope!"

"She would kill us if we did that," Jace grinned.

"You're right," Clary sighed as she dropped her head to Jace's shoulder. "Her and my mum—we should never have introduced them to each other."

"Her and Jocie do make a pretty scary team," Jace agreed. "Anyway, you want to head off? We can go and get burgers?"

"You know me so well," Clary winked at him before grabbing the spare helmet off the back of his bike and strapping it on. She made quite the picture; expensive, dark purple blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that clung to her thighs, finishing just above her knees, high heels strapped to her feet and then a motorbike helmet on her head. And then of course, there was the finishing touch; the diamond ring on her finger, that Jace had saved every extra cent he had for almost eighteen months before he could afford.

He grabbed her hand before she threw her leg over the seat of the bike, and jerked her forward again. She stumbled a little, but he caught her, and he grinned as he manoeuvred their faces together so that they could kiss despite the pair of them wearing helmets. When they pulled apart, Jace was squeezing her hand, rubbing his thumb over her fingers, catching on the diamond ring and tapping it lightly.

"I love you," he said to her softly.

"Yeah, I know," she stuck her tongue out playfully at him. "I love you too."

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