Clary POV

I was walking through the institute looking for my husband who said he be back in five minutes, half an hour ago. By the angel sometimes Jace could be the
most annoying, selfish bastard I have ever met. Is it sad sometimes that i wonder why I ever dated him, let alone married him. Then I think back to when we first met.
I had been a frightened girl in a world that would give normal people nightmares. Jace had been, in my first opinion, a jerk who played with peoples feelings then
laughed when he threw them away. Then as time went on I started to see the real Jace hardly anyone knew. My sixteenth birthday was one of the best birthdays I had
ever had. Then it all went wrong when we got back to my room and Simon opened the door. Don't get me wrong I loved Simon to hell and back but the boy had terrible
timing. Then we went on this crazy adventure where everyone had practically lost their minds at one point or the other but in the end we all made it out in one piece.
Jace and I are now married and so are Izzy and Simon. Magnus and Alec are adorable and would be married by now also if they didn't have to wait for the Claves final
agreement. They have already said yes but they have to work out all the legal stuff like if they can ever adopt in the future.

Now back to where in the angels name is my husband! "Jace where are you," I called out. I repeated this as I walked through and around the Institute and when
I was just going to give up and wait in our room he called out, "I'm in the library, beautiful." I walked into the library and sure enough there he was in all his
glory. Jace grinned at me and said, "Is it just me or do you get even more sexy and beautiful every time I see you ?" I rolled my eyes and said, "You're delusional."

"I am not delusional, you just don't see how amazing you are."

"You are too and I am not amazing at all."

"Are you that oblivious that you fail too notice how every time we go somewhere every guy, boy, and or man stops and stares at you with drool hanging out of their
mouths."

"Jace no one does that and even if they do stop and stare it is only to wonder why a girl like me is even with a guy like you."

I know Jace tells me all the time how amazing, funny, beautiful, and smart I am but I just don't see it. I have grown curves that give me a sort of hourglass shape
and have become a taller and now actually have boobs but in my honest opinion I am still nothing compared to Izzy. And speaking of which here she comes now.

"Guys, get your gear on we got to go right now."

"Where are we going Iz," asked Jace

"Central Park, should only be a few demons here and there."

And just like that we were ready and in fighting mode. See when you have two shadowhunters that have a lot more angel blood and special powers, a super model gorgeous whip wielding badass, a guy who can shoot an arrow blind folded, hanging upside down, suspended fifty feet in the air and never miss (stupid dare between
Jace and Alec), a mundane/vampire/shadowhunter who has been trained for a while, and a super sparkly High Warlock of Brooklyn, you are a pretty unstoppable force.

Look out demons of Central Park and the world, here we come.

Jace's POV

I was getting dressed for demon hunting without Clary, otherwise we would never get dressed. I was still thinking about our conversation in the library. It annoys me how no matter how many times I tell her I love HER, I think that SHE is the most beautiful creature of any kind to ever walk this earth, she will always brush it off. By the Angel even if Raziel himself told her that her beauty and kindness rivaled that of any angel she would probably think he was joking.

God from the first moment I saw her I knew I would be whipped and would follow her around like a lost puppy, or at least some part deep inside me knew this. I didn't know I was completely head over heels in love with her until she slapped me in the elevator. From that moment on I committed myself to making her feel the same way. On her birthday after our first kiss, the best kiss I have ever had, I thought maybe she felt the same way.

Then rat face opened the door and all I wanted to do was hurt him. So the only logical way my illogical mind gave me to do this was hurt Clary and you will hurt him.

Stupid, I know.

Then the whole brother and sister thing, which almost killed me, and the other thing with the dreams and Sebastian, the possession, and the Heavenly freaking Fire. God how did she make it through all this without breaking.

She is the strongest person I have ever known. Shadowhunters in general are strong but we are raised to be that way. Clary, oh my beautiful Clary, she was, is, and always will be stronger than the forces of heaven and hell combined. While I was thinking about this Alec came to my room and knocked on the door.

"Hey Jace, you ready to go yet ?"

I hadn't realized that I have sitting on my bed for half an hour. "Yeah, I'm coming my dearest brother."

"Jace spare me the torture of your witty or sarcastic remarks."

"Don't act like you don't love them," I shouted through the old oak door.

"I'm not acting !" Then I heard him stomp off to most likely find Magnus.

I took a moment to study my room. Well I obviously shared a bigger room with Clary now. Our bed was made out of mahogany wood like every other piece of furniture in here. I had wanted to keep our bedspread plain white or gray, but she had wanted some sort of color. So we compromised and now the bedspread starts out white, then when you move your eyes downward it turns different shades of gray then it ends as a midnight black. To me all it looked like was a perfect solution to our problem. It was just a bedspread after all, but Clary saw it as an amazing demonstrating of shading. Sometimes all I wished for was to jump into her head and see the world like she does.

I walked around the rest of our room with a smile on my face. A couple of pictures of everyone here and there. I looked at the walls of the room and chuckled quietly to myself. The walls were a light tan color. They were white but when Clary had wanted to paint them I had stubbornly refused.

Flashback

"Clary, honey what are you doing," I asked her. She was sitting o the floor with her legs tucked under her.

"Oh, hey Jace I was just going to paint our room with this really nice color." She smiled at me with an evil look in her eyes. It kind of said something like try to stop me and you will regret it.

I of course didn't care and said, "I like our plain white walls just the way they are." She just shook her head and sighed like she knew that would happen.

"Of course you do, how did I not see this coming," she wailed sarcastically. I merely rolled my eyes and waited until she was finished with her dramatic display.

"I am such a horrible wife, I will be a terrible mother, and my children will hate me ! All because I screwed up on the walls."

"Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt," I said quoting her from when we first met.

She scowled playfully at me but eventually we both broke into smiles. Using this as a distraction I tried to make her forget about the painting.

Key word: tried.

"Hey how about we go to Takis, we haven;t been there in a while," I said to throwing in a wink and a panty dropping grin.

She looked to the wall behind me as if to refuse the power of my sexiness. Ha, that is impossible !

"Jace we went there yesterday and all last week. I really just want to paint our room right now." As soon as she said it she turned her gaze back to me and gave me her best puppy dog eyes. I almost gave in to her big, round, adorable, emerald green eyes.

Almost

"No, the walls are fine just the way they are."

"No, they need some color, otherwise every time I walk in here I'll feel like I'm going to a mundane funeral !"

After an intense debate she threw her arms in the air and shouted her retreat on the argument.

"Fine I won't paint the walls." Finally I had thought to myself. She then proceeded to grab her paint brush dunk it in the bucket of paint and in one long clean stroke, she had only painted one spot one the wall. But anyone with eyes could see the difference in color.

"I thought you said you weren't going to paint !" She grinned at me and said, "I told you that I wouldn't paint THE walls. I only painted A wall." I quickly understood what she was saying and glared at her.

"You evil, evil little girl." She knew how I liked to keep things cleaned and organized to perfection. Damn my OCD ! She then walked up to my gave me a peck on the cheek and left the room.

End Of Flashback

Only I couple of hours later I finally went to her and said if she didn't finish painting the walls I would do it myself. She quickly ran up the stairs to our room in the institute.

"Jace we got to go," rat face called. I rolled my eyes and ran to the Institutes entrance where I knew they were all waiting. I decided to take the short way through the library. Because it is two weeks before Christmas the library and all the halls were decorated. I loved this time of year because everyone could just sit down and relax.

I finally got to where Rat Face, Izzy, Alec, Magnus, and my sexy wife were waiting. As we walked out of the Institute I had a weird felling that when we came back something would be different.

Authors Note-

HI!

All I did here was combine chapters one and two so I could make it longer. I am NOT deleting anything. Please read on.

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