Disclaimer: Sigh. I don't own Clary…or Simon…or Isabelle…or Alec…or Magnus…cough…or um…Jace…damn

CPOV

I will not panic. I will not panic. I will not panic.

Ok, I'm panicking.

Crap. Breathe Clary. It was just a dream. You know, the weird swirl images behind your brain that your evil subconscious makes? Yeah, those!

Get a hold of yourself woman!

A sudden sharp pain in my temple made me jump, Angela whined in protest. A wooden baby block sat on the floor. I glanced at Max's crib. He giggled and bounced his head a bit.

"You inherited your father's arm." I mumbled getting up to place Angela back in her crib and rub Max's head. He giggled again. "Thank you Max. I needed that." I said, kissing his hair.

" Needed what?" Jace asked sleepily from the door. I shot up in shock. Oh great, here comes the panic bubbles again…

"A smack in the head with his block." I said a nervous smile flittering across my lips. Jace, even in a zombie-like sleep state, he noticed. "Really? Why did you need that?" He crossed his arms.

"Bad dream." I mumbled. Jace's face softened and he stepped forward. "Why didn't you wake me?" He said. "Because I don't want to run to you every time I'm a little nervous." Ha. Nervous. I'm funny.

Jace's face did this weird thingy where his chin went all stiff, his eyes all soft and his body somewhere in between. Then a block hit his head and he went stiff everywhere!

"Max!" Jace said. Another block hit him in the nose. The only thing was Max's arm didn't move. "What. Was. That?" I said slowly. Max just giggled. "Nothing." Jace said quickly. I raised my eyebrows.

"Jace?" I said again. "Clary. Clary. You're tired. You're exhausted! Really. Come on. Bed." He said shuffling me to the side. "But?" I said, glancing backwards at Max who smiled his little gummy smile.

"Bed." Jace said pushing me into the bedroom. I huffed but went semi-willing. "You're so tired you are now seeing things." Jace smiled as I slide into bed. His arm snaked around me.

"Sleep."

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"So…you had a dream." Isabelle said swinging her long legs on the counter. "Yes." I said, nodding. "About Jonathan." Isabelle clarified. "Yes." Her nose scrunched up. "The evil, weird fake one?" I nodded sharply.

"And you didn't tell your fiancé why?" Isabelle jumped down. "Because Izzy! Jace has conniption fits!" I shouted throwing my arms in the air. Someone's hands caught my wrists.

"I do not. You do." Jace said kissing my cheek. I frowned. "How long were you standing there?" I asked. "Not long, just when you almost decapitated me. Why?" He asked suspiciously.

"We are planning her bachelorette party and she thinks you won't approve of some strippers." Isabelle lied, her smile very convincing. I glanced up at Jace who was glaring.

"No. I don't approve. Whatsoever. Only I get that job." Jace said. I pressed my mouth into my shoulder considering my arms were still pinned. Isabelle gagged. "Bad images. Horrible, nasty images. Oh god." She jumped off the counter and ran for the fridge, grabbing a soda.

"Carbonation makes the bad images go away!" She said, chugging it. Jace just snickered. "I'm going to walk away now." Isabelle said, shaking her head. Jace twirled me around, my arms going all pretzel like.

"Hello love." He smiled at me, his eyes kind of crinkling in the corners. "What do you want?" I said suspiciously. He frowned. "Can't I just say that I love you with out being accused of wanting something?"

My eyes narrowed. "No." He sighed heavily. "Yes, I can. See? I love you." He murmured. I rolled my eyes as he pressed his lips briefly to mine. "So are you ever going to explain that bad dream to me?" He said nonchalantly.

I tensed. "I don't remember it." I lied. "Liar." Jace said. "Ok, so I remember parts…but…I don't want to talk about it." I said. Jace sighed heavily, his nostrils flaring.

"Clary." He said firmly. "Jace." I said back. He began staring at me, his golden eyes hard. "Tell me." His breath washed over me. "You're breath smells like cookies." I whispered seriously.

"Damn it Clary." He said, pulling away. "What? It did!" I giggled, propping myself on the counter. "Like…girl scout cookies!" I smiled. Jace glared. "What was the dream about?" he said.

"You." I said slowly. Pain flickered across his face. "You had a nightmare about me?" He said. I winced. "Kind of." I said avoiding his eyes. They know everything. Damn gorgeous lie detectors.

"And?" Jace said taking my hand. I stared at the mark on his knuckles that was identical to mine. "Me. And a field. And…person." I said. His nostrils flared again, his grip growing tighter.

Why is it so hard for me to tell him? It was just a dream. A stupid dream. So why can't I tell him?

"What person." Jace said. "A person…" I ducked my head farther. Jace's other hand reached out to jerk it back up. "Clary…. who?" He said softly.

"Jonathan, you happy?" I said jerking my chin away. It was silent for a moment. "Jonathan?" He said slowly as though he couldn't comprehend it. "Yes." I said.

Suddenly I was off the counter and in his arms, my face being smushed into his chest. "Can't breath! Dying…slowly…ahhh" I whined. He loosened his grip. "You're dramatic." I frowned.

"Am not!" Jace rolled his eyes. "Clary, please. Don't hold anything back from me. Ever." He said. I sighed. "What if like, think your being an ass with spinach in your teeth?" I said.

Jace raised his eyebrow and opened his mouth but said nothing. "Well…Yeah, tell me that too. I won't like it but I'll listen." He said. "I'll always listen to you Clary." Jace said.

"You're awfully romantic today." I said. "That's bad?" I nodded. "Why?" Jace said flustered. "You're only sweet and gushy and all amazing when you want something or you don't want to tell me something." I said attempting to raise an eyebrow.

Epic. Fail.

"Again, can't I just show my undying love for my beautiful fiancé?" Jace said innocently. "Once you told me a little flattery works wonders." I smiled. "What is it?" Jace sighed.

"It's about Max…"

A/N: oh! I'm evil! Hehe 2nd cliffy!! Wee!! Haha