"Well done, Clary! You've improved greatly!" Jace exclaimed, appraising his wife as she shot her arrow straight in the middle of the target.

She grinned at him, brightening up her beautiful face, "That's thanks to my very skilled teacher."

Jace chuckled, walking over as she brushed a lock of her hair out of her face. He glanced down at her swollen stomach, and felt that familiar lurch of joy inside him every time he did.

Five months, that's how long it was since they had found out Clary was pregnant. It had been bright and sunny out, so Clary and Jace took some horses out for a ride. They had stopped when Clary began complaining of sharp pains in her abdomen. They immediately summoned a doctor, and after a quick examination, it was confirmed that they were expecting a child.

Jace pressed a quick kiss to her lips, "Now, love, we best head inside. Isabelle and Simon are waiting on us for lunch."

Clary smiled, nodded, and opened her mouth to speak when she gasped, dropping the bow and placing her hands flat against her stomach. "What, what is it? Is something wrong? Are you in pain?" Jace asked, panic gripping at his insides.

"Jace," She breathed, placing his palm over her belly. He furrowed his brows, and then his mind went blank as he felt something move.

"Is that...?" He whispered, mesmerized.

Clary chuckled breathily, "Yes, Jace, that is him. Our son."

His hand still on her stomach, he glanced into his wife's eyes. "I love you, Clary. And I will continue to love you until I take my very last breath."

Tears gathered in her eyes as she smiled, and leaned her head against his chest. "I love you, too," She mumbled. He wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting atop her head, their child inside her pressed in between them.

"There they are! I told you they would be all caught up in each other, didn't I?" They heard Simon shout.

Jace groaned, releasing his wife as she straightened out her pale blue dress, flustered. He turned to find Isabelle and Simon striding towards them, Simon with his arms crossed and an irritated look on Isabelle's face. "We're hungry. And the maids won't bring out the food unless you're there," his sister huffed.

Jace grinned as Clary raised an eyebrow at him, "I had to make sure you would wait for us."

Simon only frowned, "You are such an assho-"

"Finish that sentence and you will find my next arrow up your arse high enough you'll feel it in your throat," Clary warned, effectively cutting him off whilst pointing to the quiver of arrows she had laying on the ground.

Isabelle smothered a giggle as Simon's eyes widened, and he turned to Jace. "You're really growing on her."

Jace did nothing to hide his proud grin.

As they walked back to the palace, Isabelle pointed to Clary's swollen stomach, "Have you come up with a name yet?" She asked.

Jace and Clary shared a quick look. "We have some options laid out, yes," He answered.

When Isabelle looked at him expectantly, he sighed, grimacing, "Corvin, for one."

Simon raised his brows at Clary, who shrugged. "I told him if he loved me and wanted me to stay and never leave him, he would consider it."

"Emphasis on the 'consider,' part, Darling," Jace said.

"How are you so sure it's a boy?" Isabelle asked, furrowing her brows.

Jace looked to Clary for help, who smiled, "Call it maternal instinct," She said smoothly.

Jace smirked as they walked inside, "She can feel the handsomeness and intelligence of him, as he took on after his father."

Clary pursed her lips, "Isabelle, I changed my mind. We're going to name him Egotistical, after Jace."

Simon snorted, "That is a perfect fit."

Jace threw him a dark look.

Toying with the wedding band on his finger, he glanced at his wife as she interacted with Isabelle. She had a hand laid subconsciously over her stomach, and her hair fell in loose curls down her back and over her shoulder.

Her dress was lined in white furs because of the cold, and her pale face was radiant as ever. Her pink lips were curved into a perfect smile, and her emerald eyes crinkled at the corners as she laughed; a truly magical sound.

"Still hadn't had enough of her, huh?" Simon said, eyeing Jace with amusement.

"I never will have enough, ever," Jace said, still staring at his wife. His queen. The mother of his child. Of his son. Of Egotistical. He wiped that last thought from his head immediately.

"I am going to ask your sister to marry me," Simon blurted out, and Jace stopped walking, turning his head slowly to meet his stare.

"What did you just say?"

The girls kept on walking, oblivious to what was going on behind them.

Simon visibly swallowed, his throat working. "I want to marry Isabelle. I love her, so much. And Mia. I mean, no. I don't want to marry Mia, I love her, though. I just, I can't imagine a life without either of them. And, I guess, I'm asking for your blessing. I really don't know how I'll be able to live without—"

"You have it," Jace said, his tone emotionless.

Simon stopped short, "Really?"

He nodded, "As much as I hate to say it, you look at her like she's your air, your water. Your lifeline. And that reminds me of Clary, and what she means to me. You already know what would happen if you in any way hurt my sister, so I won't go there. But, you have my blessing. If I were you, I'd do it now before I change my mind."

Jace walked off, taking satisfaction in the way Simon stood speechless, as if wondering whether or not something took the brain out of Jace's head.

Jace reached the girls, who were seated in the dining room. He looked to Isabelle, "Simon is coming in a moment. Clary, come with me, please."

Both girls frowned, and Clary shrugged as she stood, hands braced on her stomach as she accompanied Jace to their bed chambers. "What's the matter?" She asked, as he sat her down on the bed.

"Am I not allowed to want to spend time with my wife?" Jace raised a brow as he laid back.

Clary paused, then stood up, unlacing her dress and hooking the straps off her shoulders, letting the garment slip to the ground. She stood in her thin chemise, leaving not much to the imagination as she stalked over to the cabinet, opening it. Jace's eyes followed her every move, gaze raking up and down her body.

She slipped out of the chemise, and Jace sat up, and Clary pulled on a nightgown, lacing the straps lightly against her side.

She crawled under the covers, and pulled Jace down next to her. He rested his weight on his elbow, staring down at his beautiful wife. His queen. She looked up at him, biting her lip softly. Jace leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers as he stroked her hair. "I love you, Clary."

She giggled as he peppered kisses all over her face, down her neck and across her chest and swollen stomach over the thin fabric. "Every single cell in my body loves you, and each time those cells reproduce, the new ones love you even more. My love for you will continue to increase every day I live, and it will grow stronger even in our graves," He said.

Jace paused, glancing at her teary eyes as he undid the laces of her nightgown. "I see no use for this," He whispered huskily, and pounced.

He wasted no time in slipping inside her, making sure to keep his weight off of her and their child as he gently thrust in and out of her.

He swallowed her whimpers with his mouth, devouring her lips in a toe-curling kiss. "I love you, Jace," She breathed out, her blunt nails digging into his back.

He pushed strands of her hair away from her forehead as his hips rocked back and forth. "I love you, too."

Hours later, when Clary woke Jace up in the early hours of the morning to feel the hard kicking of their son in her stomach, he knew it deep inside - his life was complete.