Sebastian POV

Rolling onto my stomach, my left eye struggled to peer open and look at the blaring-crimson red numbers that made up the clock. 5:45 it read, as soon as my left eye shut I found myself falling into an almost half sleep – almost like that sensation of not sleeping but actually sleeping? If you get what I mean. A part of my gut was telling me that now was the time to get up but my brain was too foggy for me to want to do anything but try and fall back into the unconscious abyss. Why was my body so bothered that I was still in bed? I hadn't a moment to think because that very question was answered by a very caffeinated Simon Lewis.

"Wake up asshole! It's wedding day!"

At first the words did not mean anything, it did not ring a bell until Simon pulled the covers off of me and slapped my ass. I hissed and scowled at him; this gave me the response of a satisfied male – finding the energy in my bones to sit the hell up I gave him a once over, the man was practically half dressed for the occasion.

"Why do we have to be up so early?"

"To get ready and also because the venue is like a 2-hour drive from here."

"45 if we take the helicopter." I muttered under my breath

"Don't spoil the fun. Get up."

"Where's Clary? The others?"

"The females are already at the venue, bless their little hearts. Clary is just as much a nightmare as you are to be around when you're barely lucid."

"I'll take that as a compliment to the Morgenstern temper."

Allowing for my joints and muscles to stretch and pop in all their assorted ways. But hey, before we continue let's backtrack to the fact that this entire wedding was thrown together in less than 3 weeks, and between that time and today another proposal was done, a lot of cake testing – a lot of suit fittings etc were fulfilled; the one thing that I did not expect – that I don't think anyone expected was how anal Clary was going to be about all of this, and a part of me wished she didn't want me to be so involved in this – I was supposed to walk her down the aisle in place of our very dead father.

"Hurry up Morgenstern." Simon's voice chimed down the hall

Jace POV

Suppose the biggest annoyance of the day? The media fieldtrip that was about to happen. Simon had been instructed to wake me up last because apparently Clary didn't want me to have a single trace of panda eye – the only problem with her instructions was that it barely gave me thirty minutes to get ready before I was shoved into one of many sleek black Jaguar XF Sedan, Alec sat beside me in an almost identical suit exempting his cufflinks. He was a little annoyed over the fact that I hadn't managed to get under control the dirty blonde curls that sat upon my head. He was also annoyed that the venue was over 2 hours away – we both knew that sitting in a car for this long would lead to some crumples and wrinkles, something that Clary had assured us would be sorted out as soon as we arrived because there would be steamers on hand to steam out any imperfections in our suits.

"You ready? You nervous?" Alec asked

His tone was the kind of tone that a parent would use on their misbehaving child; I gave him no joy in an answer. What my mind on was however; was Clary. Was she really in love with me? Did she really seriously want to marry me for love or for the sake of making sure our children – twins we had learn one of each gender were not bastards? I wasn't too sure; I didn't want her to run into this and then ask for a divorce two years down the track before she decided I wasn't the right man for her. Strictly speaking, I only knew what the files told me and not so much who she was as a person – I had seen her off and, on her meds, but mostly as a survivor who was now like her brother a little too paranoid for such individuals with a fortune that no one knew what to do with.

"Am I making a mistake?"

"Well you'll find out, it's on her to walk down the aisle. If she doesn't then she has. If you decide to bail and leave me to awkwardly tell your bride to be that you chickened out; don't expect to survive the evening."

Simon POV

I sat within the bridal room, she was still enclosed behind a curtain and two large dividers, but even I could hear her over all the makeup and hair staff, we had been making small talk for the past few hours – as soon as I woke the boys off I rushed here to be with Clary; traditionally she was meant to have a maid of honour but she didn't want that and nominated her as her best man just like Jace had nominated Alec… this role the role that I had been given was supposed to have gone to Sebastian but he nominated himself the man that would give Clary away to Jace as the 'father figure'.

"Have you eaten Clary?"

"With the dress I am wearing, and the fact that it is trying to conceal my belly. What the hell do you think Simon?"

Which even I hadn't seen. This dress. That Clary had kept secret – the only person who knew were the team behind it; the designer and of course her. I had heard whispers of rumoured designers and I had heard rumours of what the colours, the type of dress, materials, etc. None of the things that people had said thus far seemed to ring true – Clary had a real good talent for misdirection; something that came with being a known Pyromaniac I suppose? Checking my watch, I looked up and saw that the clock was off by about a minute; reaching up and taking it off of its hook I adjusted the time accordingly before putting it back in its place.

A part of me was sad, how couldn't I be? I wanted to be happy for Clary and for the man she was about to marry, the father of her children but at the same time I just could not help but feel like I had been pushed aside as soon as the appearance of Jace came into her life, I understood fairly well that Clary did not see me in the same light that she saw Jace and that I would never be able to get the girl I had loved since the beginning. That is not to say I am obsessive, and hell I've technically moved on all things considered with Isabelle who was waiting where the other guests were – probably having pre-drinks and little hors d'oeuvres some of which I was aware Clary had ordered the night before. Picking up the beige menu card for the hors d'oeuvres, I skimmed over the words.

Salmon Carpaccio, Crostini, Gravlax, Jalapeño popper of which I believed was for Jace as well as the Rocky Mountain oysters, which both of them had a disagreement on because apparently Clary couldn't stand the idea of her guests smelling of oyster breath to which Jace countered that almost all of their hors d'oeuvres thus far were seafood and that to counter that issue peppermints would be offered to everyone before the ceremony so she wouldn't have to worry about it anyway and to top things off he argued – she wasn't even supposed to be eating raw meat or fish because of the babies so it's not like she should have cared or perhaps thought about the menu a little better all things considered. Tuna Tartare, Stuffed Mushrooms, assorted variations of tapas – that was an idea from Isabelle who said it would be nice for a wedding that was somewhat themed to be made out like some top end food market.

Placing the card down I looked down at my watch and back at the divider, by all estimates they should be just about finished with everything – but that still hadn't meant that I would get the privilege to look upon her dress – Sebastian would. Speaking of the devil, he strolled in and past the small gap in the divider and onto the other side where words were exchanged in what I believed was Romansh but I wasn't sure – sometimes having a friend who was multilingual was a pain up the ass.

"Simon could you please pass the small Tiffany's box to your left." Sebastian called from behind the divider.

Doing as instructed I picked up the small – almost ancient looking box and placed it in his outstretched palm – I could have looked now to see Clary but refrained from doing so, they continued to speak Romansh – something I discovered later that no one in that area of the room understood either – so much for having someone spill the tea later.

Clary POV

He tucked the pin into my hair, his eyes focused on the task and his fingers were quick to do what they needed to do, Sebastian in a suit was something that was usually connotated with something terrible and it felt odd least for me to see him here with me in this place putting the final touches of my wedding ensemble together. He was the one to hush everyone out – including Simon so that we were left alone together, besides they had to get ready to be the ones in front of me in terms of the aisle order.

"How are you feeling?" he grasped my newly finished and dry manicured and painted fingers

"I'm… alright, nervous."

"God, if only our parents were here to see you now."

Pulling me into a hug, he was careful not to ruin the hours of prep done upon me by a team of experts he was the only guest and the only person who had seen me in my dress, a dress that I had designed off the idea that I was no princess in a fairy tale and I was no damsel in distress, I chuckled at the thought of what our mother would say if she could see me now.

"The dress does well to hide your belly." Sebastian stepped back

"I would have preferred to marry without the thought of carrying two lives inside me."

"I am aware, but alas. You look beautiful. Are you ready?"

"We start moving once the first line is finished." I responded

He offered me his arms, and gave me a soft smile as we heard the first beats of the song that I had hoped would represent the relationship that Jace and I, as turbulent and insane as it were, the steps were soft and small we were in no rush as the words bellowed through the halls which were vacant except for the one which awaited the assembly of guests and of course the love of my life, Jace. We were met with plenty of mirrors on our walk and it gave me time to review my choice of garment, unlike the traditional wholly white I had chosen like our theme suggested a dress that was of a walking flame – our colours for this very wedding were white like bright light. - to represent Jace. Red in various shades to represent my fire and black to represent our solidary during the time of shadows that kept us apart. The dress itself was also adorned with mixes of gold and silver, rubies and small crystals – we would have gone for diamond but went against it after realising the weight would be uncomfortable around my rather well-hidden belly. No one could tell that I was already halfway past my pregnancy. And so, with pregnancy I opted for gladiator sandals and not heels – there was no way in hell Jace would have let me walk down the aisle otherwise at the thought of putting our children at risk. The only thing that was out of place was the small peacock-phoenix-star like pin adorned with dark blue sapphires that rested upon my hair, though you could not it see it from the front, anyone behind me would have been able to point it out, a pin that represented both my father and mother who weren't here to see me, their youngest get married – a part of my heart ached at the thought that, Sebastian was the one leading me down the aisle and not my father of all people, Sebastian should have been amongst the audience watching and perhaps shedding a tear or two – yet circumstances dictated otherwise.

3rd Person POV

Oh, how happy the future married couple were to be, oh how blissfully unaware these people are. I sat amongst them, convincing them that I was a part of their group that I knew both the groom and bride, how clever she was to wear something to hide her stomach where two new lives were yet to begin. It must have been only a moment for the ceremony- shame they would not live a long life together. I stood, aimed and fired. Oh, the chaos that ensued. They should have listened to that traitors warning, because this was the price for their little happy get up, if all went accordingly today would result in the death of none other than the bride herself.