A/N: Yes! I'm horrible, horrible, horrible. I was really busing with moving states and schools and then Nanowrimo started! (Anyone else doing it?! Come on people! Help me with my insanity!) So I am cheating majorly for updating THIS instead of catching up on my word count. Forgive me?

Oh! And head's up. Things will move sort of quickly in this chapter because I have some ideas for this story. I want to get to the wedding and then its back to the focus on the kids. I'm thinking of fast forwarding about three-four years perhaps to get to the age of about 4/5 so I can have fun with their being advanced Tell me what you think about this plan!

Disclaimer: Ah Blah.

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"No Isabelle, not secret story time." I said feeling oddly like I was speaking to Angela or Max. "Is too, this is a story and it's a secret so shut your trap Clary." Jace said playfully, letting his mask of yes-I-am-man-and-man-not-worried-man-strong!

"Yeah Clary! So fill me in!" Isabelle said, sitting beside me and taking Angela into her lap. I frowned. Baby-jacker. "Our kids are super heroes." I said. Isabelle stared at me for a minute before bursting out laughing.

"You are such a kidder Clary! Jace what drug are you slipping into her coffee? Just because you want some bedroom action doesn't mean—" Jace placed a hand over her mouth. "I don't need help in that department thank you." He said. I glared at him and he grinned innocently.

"Oh ew! Please! No details!" Isabelle shrieked covering Angela's ears. Max giggled and tried to copy but it didn't work. "Yes, please Jace." Jocelyn said with a distasteful look. "Why don't we leave you kids alone?" Luke suggested. The adults, hey wait…I'm an adult! Oh forget it. The elders, yeah there we go, got up and left.

"Angela go at it girl." I said with a smile. She stared at me for a second before lifting a tiny chubby hand to Isabelle's cheek. Isabelle frowned and then gasped. "I see…cookies…why do I see cookies?" She asked as Angela pulled away her hand looking at me.

"Good girl." I whispered, lifting her back into my lap, kissing her hair. She grinned with satisfaction. "We don't know but you got to keep silent ok?" Jace said. I snorted. "Did you just use Isabelle and quiet in the same sentence with out a isn't?" I asked. Isabelle smiled then glared.

"Hey." I grinned. "I mean it Izzy, keep you pie hole of yours stuffed or I'm going to sew it up." Jace threatened. "Does little boy peep over here do anything cool?" Isabelle asked, ignoring Jace's threats.

"He throws things. With his mind." I said and Max backed me up, throwing a pen at Isabelle's chest. "Owe you little snot." She muttered, tossing the pen back on the desk. Max giggled.

"The Clave would kill for a weapon like them." I said quietly. Isabelle suddenly frowned, looking serious. "I would kill them before they took them." She said fiercely glancing with a wicked smile at her prized whip.

"If I didn't get to them first." Jace said harshly, wrapping an arm around my waist like I was the one in trouble. "Alright Jace, I'll keep this quiet. Not a single peep." She said with a smile, zipping her lips, locking it and throwing away the key.

-Three hours later-

"The twins have powers?!" Alec shouted running up to me in the training room. I straighten out from my crouch and stared at him, a seraph blade in my hand glowing fiercely.

"Who told you?" I asked. "Isabelle!" Alec said, his eyes on the blade. I huffed. "Of course. Apparently she found the key." I said. Alec stared confusedly at me for a moment before shaking his head.

"Just go find Jace. I'm sick of explaining." I said, going back into a crouch. We had invested in dummies and oh boy was I about to put them to good use.

-Three Weeks Later-

"Clary! Hold still or else I'm having Max throw the damn pin!" Isabelle shouted at me. I whined, feeling stiff and uncomfortable. It was my dress fitting; the wedding was soon.

"Shut it Clary." Isabelle said again and I wondered why again she was my maid of honor and not Maia. Oh yeah. Because Isabelle would kill me very slowly. Riggghhhhttt.

"You want to look beautiful walking down that aisle?" Isabelle asked her voice muffled because of the pin in her mouth. "Yes." I sighed. "Do you want Jace to love you?" She asked. "He already loves me." I protested. She stuck me with a pin and I jumped.

"Ouch." I sniffled, looking at the blood drop on my arm. "Answer my damn question." She said. I sneered. Someone was being a Mister Grouchers today, eh?

"Yes." I said reluctantly. "Then let me work in peace, I'm almost done." Isabelle said, the cool thin piece of metal brushing my upper thigh.

"You know I love you right?" I said looking in the mirror. Isabelle glanced up, looking very seamstress-like. She wore an apron and her hair was up messily and she wore black-rimmed glass. Why, I do not know.

"Of course I do." She said before returning her attention to the dress. "Then why do you torture me so?" I asked. She chuckled. "Clary, Clary, Clary. I'm not torturing. It's how I love." She explained. I rolled my eyes.

"Done!" She cried. I looked in the mirror and was shocked. I looked great, beautiful even. The dress was white and tight from hips up, a halter dress. It made my chest seem like it actually had something growing from it.

From hips down it poofed out like a Cinderella dress and the only thing separating the poof from the hmm was the satin green ribbon that matched the green of my eyes and the ring.

"Alright! Now get your scrawny ass out of it!" She cried. I frowned. So much time in it for only a few minutes of appreciation time! No. Fair. I shimmed out of it anyways, sliding into my robe.

Mhm. Soft wonderful piece of glorious fabric. Yum.

"Now shoo. I must do MY dress." Isabelle said. I snorted softly and left the library, which had become wedding central lately. How in the world would she do that needlework herself on herself?! Oh Angel, don't tell me!

"Hmm, just a flimsy piece of fabric separating me from you?" Jace whispered, suddenly behind me. Sneaky little bugger. "It's a SOFT piece of flimsy fabric thank you. And I plan to stay in its wonderful, luscious world of ahhh coziness." I said shimming out of his grip.

He frowned and came after me again. "But…you look so tempting! And I haven't had any time with you since the wedding has grown closer. It seems like Isabelle is your fiancé, not me." I giggled.

"I don't roll that way babe." I said jumping out of his reach lightly again. He huffed and reached again, catching the string that held the robe together. He grinned wickedly.

"Ah ha! The cat has the mouse by the tail!" He cried. "Pull it and I'm pulling something of yours harder." I threatened. Jace cackled. "If she doesn't I will." Alec said from behind Jace, his nose buried in a book as he walked.

Jace frowned and glared at Alec. "Horrible timing you have. I'll hunt you down." Jace said. Alec smiled lightly. "It's not hard, not in the world. I'm either at Magnus's, the library, the weapon's room or my own room. So very hard." Alec said. I laughed.

I loved Alec when he tried to be funny because gosh darn it it worked! "If you want her take her elsewhere where I can't see or hear." Alec said walking away. Jace cackled. "But, but, but you can't! I'm loud!" I insisted. That made Jace burst into laughter.

"I don't want to know Clary!" Alec yelled disappearing around a corner. "Come my fair maiden!" Jace laughed and swung me into his arms. I glared at him and crossed my arms.

"You drank my coffee didn't you?"

A/N: OK, so that had a LOT of innuendos in it and I'm sorry if I offended anyone but gosh darn it I couldn't help it! :D Reviews are lovely