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Clary POV

I woke up the next morning with someone's hand on my throat. I opened my eyes and looked at my right to see Jennifer's sleeping face just inches from mine. Carefully I lifted her small hand from my skin and put it down next to her head. I sat up and looked at the bed. It was crowded. Jace and I had agreed to let them sleep with us in our king size bed – last night was a huge thunderstorm and the girls don't like thunder at all. So they slept with us. Jace was barely on the bed anymore: Valerie was sprawled all over the bed, half sleeping on Jace with her feet on my side, so Alexandra and Jennifer were both on my side with me, and man it was crowded. Jen and Lex were sleeping back to back. It had been really long time since the girls last time slept with us and I did not remember our bed was definitely not big enough for five of us. I yawned and thought about getting back to sleep but at that moment Jennifer turned onto her stomach and took my spot on the bed.

I smiled at her, gently pushing her hair off of her face. I took my phone from my bedside table and took a picture of them – they were adorable. As I put my phone back onto the table I looked at Jace to see him smiling at me sleepily.

"Good morning." I mouthed to him. He mouthed it back and gently lifted Val off of him, getting up making sure he didn't wake the girls up. It was barely seven in the morning but since we were both awake, we went to make us breakfast.

"Good morning, love." He said against my lips as we reached the kitchen. "How did you two sleep?" He asked rubbing my stomach gently. I pecked his lips before pulling away, smiling at him and placed my hands over his.

"We slept very well. I think she sensed the whole family in the bed – for the first time in really long time she didn't move and kick the whole night." It was true. For the last two weeks the baby had kicked and/or moved all night long, waking me up every time. I was sure she sensed her whole family there, right beside her, making her calm.

"Well, I'm glad. Now, let's get you something to eat. What would you like to have?" Jace asked, walking to the fridge. He pulled out ingredients for omelets, turning to face me with a questioning look. I nodded at sat down to wait for my meal. Jace loved to make me breakfast, and I was not allowed to go anywhere near the stove or fridge.

"What do you want to do today?" Jace asked, turning to look at me.

"I don't know. We could just take the girls to a park or something at some point?" I suggested. I knew what we were going to do as soon as the girls woke up – I had talked with Jace's mother, Maryse, for a while now through texts and phone calls and invited her and her husband, Jace's father Robert, to see their grandaughters and son. It was a while since Jace had met them last time and I knew he missed them as much as I missed my mother.

"Yeah, that sounds good." He smiled before turning back to the stove. I watched him cooking and believe me, nothing's sexier than a very fit man with sweatpants hanging low on his hips. I could've just stared at him the whole day. Jace caught me staring as he turned around with the pan and put the omelet he made onto my smirked knowingly at me and made sure he flexed his back muscles. I swallowed hard and forced my hand to grab the fork before stuffing some omelet into my mouth, never taking my eyes off of him. He laughed out loud as he sat down in front of me.

"Like what you see?" He asked smirking.

"You wish." I tried to be convincing but even I knew I failed miserably. Jace didn't believe me either, couldn't blame him. It was a really bad try. We ate our breakfast in silence, enjoying it. As soon as I had done the dishes the girls ran down the stairs, yelling how hungry they were and needed breakfast. I made them their omelets and went to change into our bedroom. I decided to wear my only fitting black skinny jeans at the moment with a black basic top and a grey long cardigan. Jace came in as well and took off his pants. I had to look away, so I didn't stare. He changed his clothing while I brushed my hair and was going to pull it up into a ponytail.

"Leave it down." Jace said without even looking at me. "I like it better that way."

I shrugged and let it fall back down. I sat on our bed and watched as he rolled his white long sleeved t-shirt's sleeves up to his elbows. He had also black pants and a white shirt – and man did he look good. If I hadn't seen him with no clothes, I would say that this was him looking at his best. The shirt was tight enough, it showed his muscles but wasn't one of those too tight shirts. And the pants. Oh my. All I say is that his ass had never looked better.

I cursed silently the preganancy hormones. The hormones had almost made me crazy many times, especially during the last month. Jace wasn't complaining, though he was too careful for my taste everytime things got a little heated. He was such a mama's boy what comes to my or the baby's safety. As if having sex wasn't safe. But I loved him even more because of that. I knew he'd always protect us.

We walked back downstairs to see what the girls were doing since it was deadly silent. Silence is never a good thing when you have kids in the house, who are usually making sure the neighbours three doors down hear the kids are home. So as I went to check the kitchen and Jace went to see if they were in the living room, doing whatever they were doing. I stopped on my tracks as I reached the kitchen. I motioned Jace to come over and pointed the girls. They were all three of them standing on one chair and reaching for a cookie bowl, with bare feet and in their nightgowns. This was once again something I needed to remember for the rest of my life. I remember doing that as a child. Jace took a picture of them, before we tiptoed back upstairs. Then Jace slammed a door shut and we made sure they heard us walking down the stairs. I had to work very hard to keep my face straight.

The girls were all standing side by side, hands behind their backs. Normally Jace and I didn't allow them to "steal" treats, but this time we let it slide, just smiled at them and went to living room to watch TV. I laughed out loud as I heard them snickering back in the kitchen, about how we didn't notice anything. I looked at Jace and he was clearly amused as well.

A few hours later the doorbell rang and I asked Jace to go and get it. He nodded and kissed my temple before walking to the front door, me and the girls behind him. I had told them their grandparents were coming over but that it was a surprise to daddy. They had promised not to tell Jace. And by the look on his face as he opened door they had kept their promises. His eyes widened as he looked at them, then looking back at me. I nodded at him and smiled widely. He reached for his parents and pulled them into a tight hug. I watched them and felt my heart flutter at the sight.

"Clary, honey, how are you?" Maryse asked me as he pulled out of the hug walking to me and hugged me. "How's my youngest grandchild?"

"Hi Maryse, we're fine, thank you for asking." I answered. Maryse was maybe the nicest person in the world. She was so easy to get along with, as was Robert. Jace was very lucky to have parents like them. Of course I loved my mother to the Moon and back but she was so worrying. She always worried wheter I was alright, if I had eaten enough, if I had got enough sleep.

We spent the day with Maryse and Robert, taking the girls to the park nearby before eating together at the diner. All in all it was a very nice day. We said our good nights to Jace's parents – they had booked a hotel room from a nice hotel in the city, saying they wanted to keep our routines as normal as possible. Which I was gratefull of – the girls are more than enough to handle in the evenings with their incredible energy-levels, and the extra attention from their grandparents would make them very hard to get them to bed.

So now I was sitting in the living room, looking thorugh a wedding magazine Isabelle had bought me. She said she needed to know exactly what I liked and what I didn't.

Isabelle had insisted to be in charge of our wedding and was already looking dresses – for me and herself. The only thing we had the absolute saying to was the wedding date – everything else should and must go through Isabelle, according to her own words. The wedding was on 22nd of July, Isabelle had almost a year and half to get everything organized. She had showed me already a few wedding dresses, all of them very beautiful but not for me. I knew what kind of dress I wanted, and those what Izzy showed were too tight and sexy. I had always dreamed of fluffy princess weddings, and since I was going to get married only once, I wanted to make them look just like me. Isabelle knew what I wanted but still tried to change my mind. But I trusted her to make them perfect.

I lifted my head as the girls ran into the living room, in their pajamas and long locks flying behind them. I did braids for them every night so it would be easier to brush through in the morning. Once I finished their hair, Valerie sat next down to me and asked if she could touch my stomach. I nodded smiling at her and took her hand, placing it on the spot where the baby liked to kick often.

The girls were very eager to meet their new sister, and I was relieved. It would've been awful if they didn't want to get to know her. They all had forced Jace to go to the mall with them so they could each buy a toy for their little sister. My stomach was getting annoyingly big and I couldn't wait for her to come. I still had almost a month to wait. Jace remembered to tell me everyday how much he liked my baby belly.

"There's more of you. More to kiss, more to touch." He had said and I couldn't help but laugh at him. I did not enjoy being as big as I was. I've been very slim all my life, so it was really hard for me to get used to being huge.

Jace came in, still in his jeans and shirt and sat down next to Valerie, smiling at us as he saw her patting my stomach. We watched some Tv-show when suddenly a stabbing pain shot through my stomach. I gasped for air and put my hands onto my stomach, bending over it. Jace was up in a second, hands on mine.

"Clary, what's wrong? Baby, talk to me. Please tell me what's wrong." Jace pleaded. I shook my head and gave him my phone.

"Call Izzy or your parents, tell them they need to come over as soon as possible. To watch the girls." I hissed through my teeth. I had broke my arm once when I was little and the pain it caused was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling. I heard Jace speaking to Isabelle or his parents but could bring myself to listen. I looked at Valerie, Jennifer and Alexandra who were all looking at me their eyes widened. I kneeled in front of them, trying to sound normal as I said:

"Girls, your dad and I need to go to the hospital. I think your little sister is on her way. I need you to be very good girls with aunt-Isabelle or with grandma and grandpa. Your dad will come home at somepoint, and he will talk to you through the phone, okay? I love you." I hugged them tightly before hissing and getting up, taking support from the couch.

Ten minutes later Jace opened the door for Isabelle, Maryse and Robert – obviously he had called all of them - before crabbing my bag I had packed, just in case. Isabelle pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my cheek as did Jace's parents before wishing us good luck and hugging Jace quickly. Jace kissed his daughters' foreheads and told them to behave.

Then he helped me into the new car he had bought. It was a black Audi that had seven seats – those were the only things I new about it, and it was more than enough. I knew that we could all fit into it, and that's what mattered to me. I looked at Jace as he sped through the city to get us to the hospital. He looked really nervous. I reached for his hand and gave him a small squeeze, trying to calm him. But then another sharp pain shot through me and I squeezed hard his hand, causing him to gasp a little but that didn't make me loosen my grib.

"Clary, honey, you're cutting my blood circulation." He said carefully and slowly like I was an idiot.

"I do not care if you needed to cut your whole arm off, you are the one that put me into this situation, if I remember correctly." I snapped.

Jace murmured something under his breath. Thank God he was smart enough not to say anything out loud. He just glanced at me cautiously, before hitting the gas a bit more. Soon enough we were at the hospital and he helped me out of the car, taking my bag and practically dragging me in. I was greeted with a bunch of nurses and a wheelchair.

"No way in hell I'm going to sit in that." I said, standing and staring at the chair. "Jace, tell them I'm not going to sit in that."

He didn't say anything, just looking at the nurses and looking like he was apologizing. How dared he? Much to my embarrassment they forced me to sit on the damn wheelchair and pushed me through the hospital. At that point I couldn't care less, I was in so much pain. They helped me change my clothes into the terrible hospital "dress" and soon I was lying on the bed. I took a firm hold on Jace's hand as he stood next to my bed, looking at the doctors. I cried out in pain and his head snapped towards me. He leaned in and kissed me quickly. I squeezed hard his hand, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

Jace whispered sweet nothings into my ear, trying to keep me calm. He was failing at that terribly. I felt that something was wrong. I knew the contractions were supposed to hurt, but this was definitely not one of those. I cried out again and Jace wiped away the tears that had fallen.

A doctor came to me and said something about my baby being in danger, they needed to get me into a surgery right away. I felt the tears falling down on my cheeks, now freely. Jace tried to calm me down, but was failing again. He had the same fear in his eyes that I felt. His eyes were wet too, though he was trying hard to keep the tears in. Another sharp pain shot through me and I could feel myself slipping into darkness.

"Clary! Hey, look at me! Don't you dare to leave me here by myself!" I heard Jace yelling but I couldn't keep my eyes open, and slowly I slipped into a sweet darkness. Last thing I heard was Jace's frantic yells, calling my name.

Jace POV

"NO! Do something!" I yelled, crabbed the nearest nurse's arm. Someone pulled me out of the room, away from Clary's unconscious body. I was gently pushed into a seat but I couldn't even think of sitting, not as long as I didn't know what was happening and why my wife-to-bee was unconscious.

"I need to see her!" I really had to fight to keep the tears in. I hadn't cried in years but now it felt like the only thing I could do.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't let you go in there. The doctors are doing their best to keep them both alive. Your wife had-" The nurse was telling me what was going on, but I couldn't hear her. All I heard was "the doctors are doing their best to keep them both alive." I hadn't realized I could be losing one or both of them. I sank down against to wall, leaning my elbows against my knees, head in my hands. No. No, no, no. I sent a quick text to my mother before dropping the phone on the floor and felt the tears spill over. Sometime later, it could've been hours or minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my brother, Alec. I wiped away my tears quickly.

"Jace, mom called me. She said you could need a shoulder here." He tried to joke but his heart wasn't in it. He sat down next to me, keeping a safe distance between us. I nodded at him and put my head back into my hands.

Alec asked me what had happened, and I told him everything I knew. He went to get us some coffee and something to eat. I really didn't think I could eat anything but I couldn't say no to him. He was just trying to keep in sane. The time I spent thinking every possible out come of the situation, felt like a decade.

Later that night a doctor walked towards us and stopped in front of me.

"Mr Herondale?" He asked. I nodded, standing up. "I suggest you to come with me." I said and began to walk toward a closed door. I followed him quickly, looking behind my shoulder to see Alec nodding to me.

"I'll wait here." He said to me before sitting down on a plastic chair. I nodded at him and looked at the doctor who had stopped in front of a door, opening it with his key. I followed him in and saw at least seven plastic boxes, a baby in every one of them. The doctor guided me to a box where a tiny baby wrapped into a pink blanket was sleeping. I looked at the baby in awe. Was this my child? I looked up at the doctor.

"This is your daughter, Mr Herondale. Would you like to hold her?" She asked. I nodded quickly and the nurse nearby came to take my daughter from the box and placed her into my arms. The baby, our little angel, fit there just perfectly. I brought her closer to my face and kissed her tiny head gently.

"Hello Vivia, I'm so glad you're here." I whispered to her. " I love you so much"

I looked back at the doctor who was now watching us with a small smile on her face.

"Where Clary?" I asked, suddenly remembering her not being in here. "Is she alright? When can I see her?" I asked with panic in my voice.

"Calm down, she's stable. We had to do a c-section, the baby's life was in a high risk. Your wife fell into a unconsciousness and hasn't woken up yet. We'll take you to her as soon as it is safe to transfer the baby."

She left me and Vivia alone for a while to check on the other babies in the room. I sat down on a soft armchair with Vivi in my arms. She was still sleeping, thank god. I gently moved her hat aside a little to see her hair. She had my blonde curls. I felt the tears come back into my eyes. One single teardrop slid down my cheek as I looked at my youngest daughter. I heard the door open and looked up to see Alec walking slowly towards me. I smiled weakly at him as he looked at the baby in awe.

"She's really small. And has your cheeks, I can say that already. Can I hold her?" He whispered.

"What's her name?" He asked as I gently put her in his arms. Alec rocked her slowly.

"Vivia." I answered.

"Oh, that's a very beautiful name, it really is."

We spent the next half an hour waiting for the doctor to come back. Finally she came back and told us it was okay to go to see Clary. I put Vivia back into her hospital crib, before all three of us walked down the hospital hallways in silence. I opened the door to the room where Clary would be, and looked at Alec who put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly before turning to go to sit on a chair in the hallway, he told me he'd wait there. I pushed the crib into the room where my beautiful fiancé lied on the bed, her red hair fanned around her head on the pillow. She looked gorgeous. She always did.

I picked Vivia up from the crib and sat down on the chair next to Clary's bed. I took her hand into mine that wasn't holding the baby. I brought it to my lips and kissed it lightly.

"Please. Please, just wake up already. I can't lose you. I just can't." I whispered to her. I looked down at Vivia who was now looking at me with her blue eyes. I knew the colour would change with her age. I really hoped she'd get Clary's green eyes.

"This is your mommy, Vivi. She's sleeping at the moment but I'm sure she's trying to wake up to meet you." I said to the little girl in my arms.

Moments later the nurse came in with a little bottle. She gave me directions how to feed the baby, though I already knew – I had had three babies at the same time to feed. I watched as Vivia drank greedily the milk, stroking her cheek with my thumb gently.

I called my parents after I had put Vivia back to her crib, to inform them about everything. Alec had left the hospital, saying he'd call me the next day. I thanked him for being there with me, and watched him kiss his newest niece on the forehead before he patted my shoulder and left.

I moved the chair so it was right next to the bed and sat down, taking Clary's hand into mine. I just stared at her, wanting nothing more than her to wake up. From time to time I checked if Vivia was still sleeping before moving my eyes back to Clary.

I had fallen asleep at some point, as I felt a hand going through my hair. I lifted my face from my arms on the bed to see Clary looking at me, smiling lightly but looking exhausted. I stood up quicker that I ever had and gathered her into my arms. She was awake. She was okay. She was awake. I took her face into my hands and kissed her slowly. I felt my eyes watering again and soon I had tears falling on my cheeks.

Laughing softly Clary wiped them away, before looking around to see our daughter.

"Where's she?" Clary whispered. I moved a bit, taking Vivia from her crib behind me and handed her carefully to Clary. She too had tears falling down her cheeks as she rcked her daughter slowly.

"She has your hair." She whispered in awe. I nodded and grinned – I knew Clary loved my hair.

"I love you." She said.

"God, I love you too. I've never been so scared than I was during the last 12 hours. Don't do that to me ever again. I was so close to losing you both." I said to her seriously.

"I'm sorry." Was the only thing she said.

I pressed my forehead against hers and closed my eyes.

"I just love you so much." I whispered. And it was true. I loved her more than anything in the world. Along my four beautiful daughters of course.

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