A/N: Here we are! The chapter you have all been waiting for! Well at least I hope you've been waiting for. I know I have! I don't really have the little things planned out for this but for the general things I have it all thought out. I know I'm a little late on this chapter but good things take time! I debated over this chapter for a while and I think I'm pretty much happy with it. I also had tryouts for a concert on Saturday and I was the only one in my division that made it in. Congratulations to me!

Special thanks to my beta ButteryHighlights for taking the time to look over my endless mistakes and deal with the fact not all of it sent. Well at least you're reading it now!

Disclaimer: Cassandra Claire owns the Mortal Instruments and the characters but I really want Jace. Please?

Isabelle POV:

Why am I doing this? I promised that I would never let this happen but here I am, going against my word and my morals. He deserves to know and everyone knew that but like this? No, there's really no other way. I know Jace as well as I know Clary and from another person's perspective looking in at all this, they will get through it. I know they will. She was only eighteen and he was only nineteen, but this whole time, I always wanted to just shove Clary out the door and make her tell him! But now I have my chance to show Jace that he's not alone anymore. He has a family again and his family will mean the world to him. I just know it will.

Clary POV:

I opened the door to my apartment and quietly closed it knowing Kevin should be here. I slid down the wall and curled into a ball, my body shaking with the shock of what just happened moments ago. I almost told Jace the secret I promised I would never tell. He deserved to know but was I really ready to tell him? No, not at all and I probably will never be ready. Kevin deserves to know his father but will his father want to know his son?

As I was sitting in Taki's, texting Isabelle to come save me from what I almost did, I couldn't help but think how this could have turned out if I had told him that night. Would I be happy or alone? My thoughts are making me so stressed that I'm not even sure what to do or even think anymore. How am I supposed to tell Jace he missed out on five years of his son's life because I didn't tell him? I was doing so well, about to tell him about Kevin but Isabelle walked in and I'd like to think that was fate. I wasn't supposed to tell him so how is he going to know? Simple, wait for the right time.

I groaned and stood up. I'm going to go see my son and make my time with him as perfect as I can like I always have. Nobody deserves to grow up sad and isolated because of parents' stupid decisions. It wasn't his fault I got pregnant. I walked into the living room and saw Kevin eating some ice cream and racing with Raphael, also holding an ice cream while on the floor. If it wasn't for the age difference and the fact that Raphael is a year older than me, I would swear they were twins.

As I finally got in their line of sight, they both stopped what they were doing and looked up at me. Kevin's face lit up and he immediately came up to me and hugged me. I gathered him up in my arms, glad that he was still less than sixty pounds, and kissed him on the forehead. Raphael though, looked at me with worry washed over his face. I texted him what happened on the way over and I could tell he was worried that I would have another panic attack but surprisingly enough, I was doing pretty well so far.

"I missed you mommy. I don't have to go over there again for a while do I? I kind of like it here much better." I grinned at him and poked his nose.

"No, you don't have to go back until you want to and you know that. You're my little boy and I would never make you do anything you don't want to do." He grinned up at me and wiggled out of my arms.

"I should clean up my mess. Can we eat spaghetti mommy? My tummy wants spaghetti." I laughed at him as he pat his stomach.

"Of course sweetheart, while you're cleaning up I'll make some spaghetti. Are you staying Raphael?" He shook his head.

"If you need some help then I will." To anyone else they would have thought that he was talking about helping with Kevin but I knew he was talking about the Jace situation.

"No, I'll be fine," I told him firmly. He looked at me dead in the eyes and then shook his head, understanding that I just wanted to spend some time with my son. When Kevin left the room Raphael got up and walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Call me if you need me and I mean it this time Clary. Don't push me away because you know that I will be here faster than you can blink."

"Scientifically, that's not possible," I joked.

"I know but you know what I meant and I mean it," he scoffed.

"Yes mother, I will call you if I need anything. But now that you mention it, I could really use some homemade cookies right now." He glared at me for a second before shaking his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Learn to cut the sappy stuff!" I yelled after him as he shut the door and left the apartment with only me and Kevin here alone. This was how I liked it, to just spend some time with my son alone. I love to just have nights where we have no interruptions before he goes to bed. I feel like I get to know him better when no one else is there.

An hour later, we were settled on the couch, digging into our warm bread sticks and homemade spaghetti. Kevin turned on SpongeBob and was giggling at the crazy show. I could remember watching that as I was a kid and pretty much never grew out of it. SpongeBob was amazingly entertaining for a children's cartoon.

"Mommy?" Kevin piped up.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I wrote a song for you while I was at Carson's house. Carson's mommy made us go to bed early but I wasn't tired so I sat up and wrote you a song. Do you want to hear it?" I smiled at how sweet Kevin could be.

"Did you write it down?"

"No but I remember it. I can't get it out of my head. Me and Raphael practiced all afternoon on it for you." I turned and stared into space for a second, knowing that's what Jace would say to me before he played me something he wrote for me. Jace could never seem to get it out of his head either.

"Mommy?" Kevin asked, breaking me out of my thoughts as I realized I never answered him.

"Of course you can play it for me. I'm excited to hear it." He beamed at me and bounced in his seat.

"Hurry, let's finish eating so I can play it!" I laughed and started on my last few bites of my food.

"So, did you have fun at Carson's?" I decided to ask since he hasn't really told me much about his time there last night.

"Yeah, we played video games and his mommy let us play soccer in his room. It was awesome!"

"Good, I'm glad you had fun." Why would Carson's mom let them play soccer in his room? I have a feeling she didn't know about this endeavor but kept it to myself. They were boys after all. I finished my food and got up to put mine and Kevin's plate in the dishwasher. I washed my hands and went back into the living room already seeing Kevin at the piano, ready to play. I stood in front of the piano, waiting to hear him start. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I heard his fingers play a melodic tune. At first, it was cheerful and made me want to tap my foot but as soon as I started to sway along to the music, it turned slow and quiet, almost sad but not quite. Then a few measures later it started picking up the speed until it got to a certain spot and he started to harmonize the cords together, making the sound woven together. I opened my eyes and smiled at him, so proud that my little boy made something so beautiful.

"That was beautiful Kevin," I told him.

"Thank you mommy, Raphael said you would like it. But I just want to thank you for everything."

"What do you mean?"

"That song was about how I feel sometimes. Every now and then I get sad but you always make me better and we always end up a happy family again. You make me feel so much better mommy and I love you." I looked at him, my heart throbbing in my chest. My baby boy was too sweet for me. I didn't deserve him at all.

"Oh my sweet baby boy I love you so much." He got up from the piano and I got down and hugged him as tightly as I could without hurting him. I was about to release him before he spoke.

"Who are you?" I turned around and my eyes got wide as I felt a little dizzy but quickly rightened myself. I guess fate wasn't being nice to me after all because standing at the door was no other than Jace.

Jace POV:

As me and Isabelle were riding the elevator up to her apartment, I started to get increasingly nervous. My leg wouldn't stop bouncing up and down and my palms were starting to sweat. I wiped my hands on my jeans and stood up straight and alert. Whatever this was, I was going to have to deal with it head on if I wanted to stay with Clary. I was just hoping that she wasn't getting married to someone else. That would not go over well with my feelings.

The high pitched ding of the elevator sounded, telling us we have arrived at our destination. Isabelle quickly walked out and to the door of her apartment, opening it slowly.

"Jace," she started. "Whatever you do, just be quiet and be calm. What I'm about to do is horrible not only for you and Clary but for my trust from Clary. She may never trust me again but if this goes as well as I think it will, it will be worth it." I was about to voice my protest but she opened the door quietly and walked into the apartment and I could hear it. The sound of a piano, the piano that I saw in the living room. Whoever was playing sounded beautiful.

I slowly walked through the hallway and arrived at the opening to the living room but I wouldn't look up, afraid that what I would see would break my heart. Isabelle nudged me in the side and encouraged me to look up and when I did, I felt a hint of recognition. Clary's back was to us and she was standing in front of the piano, watching someone play. She was shielding that person so I couldn't see them but whoever it was Clary obviously adored them with the way she was reacting to the music.

Looking over at Isabelle I could see tears in her eyes not because she was sad for herself, they were joyful tears. I had to admit, if I was a girl, I would probably be crying over the music as well. Eventually when the music stopped, I looked down at my feet again, afraid of what might be there to haunt me. But as I was about to back away and chicken out, I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

"That was beautiful Kevin."

"Thank you mommy, Raphael said you would like it. But I just want to thank you for everything." Wait a second, this wasn't a grown man, this was a boy and mommy? Clary was a mom? Then the realization hit me hard. The pictures I saw this morning were of her son and this is exactly how the picture was posed in this exact moment with Clary facing the piano and the boy playing for her. Some things started to make sense.

"What do you mean?" Clary asked.

"That song was about how I feel sometimes. Every now and then I get sad but you always make me better and we always end up a happy family again. You make me feel so much better mommy and I love you." I heard the boy but I couldn't see him but it was evident enough that his love for his mother was greater than anything I've ever known.

"Oh my sweet baby boy I love you so much." Clary got down and hugged the boy in a tight grasp making it clear she loved him too. That small sliver of hope went away that maybe this was a misunderstanding and he wasn't really her son at all but by the way she was talking, he was. I watched the whole scene unfold as they held each other when, as if he knew I was there, the boy, Kevin, looked at me with his golden eyes. My breath got caught in my throat as I recognized those golden eyes as my own. No, this can't be happening this can't be true. But it could be, he looked just like a crossover of me and Clary with the strawberry blonde hair and his tall height but skinny frame.

"Who are you?" Kevin asked me with curiosity in his eyes that probably reflected in my own. Clary immediately stood up and turned around, looking at me with surprise and shock but then it turned into understanding as she looked at Isabelle.

"Look Clary I-" Isabelle started before Clary cut her off.

"No Izzy, I understand I really do. I think this was for the best and thank you." Clary looked at Isabelle with true understanding in her eyes and a silent conversation passing between them. Kevin stood there holding his mother tightly as if he would die if he let go. Clary bent down and whispered something into his ear.

"Are you sure?" He asked her, letting his gaze find me for a brief second. This boy no matter how young was extremely overprotective. That was just how I was when I was little.

"Yes sweetheart, I'll be fine." He hesitated for a second before going up to Izzy, sending me another curious glance as he followed her out the door leaving me and Clary alone. I felt glued to the floor as a bombardment of questions flooded my mind as well as accusations but I couldn't will myself to speak, much less move. After a few silent moments, Clary finally spoke.

"I'm sure you're confused and have a lot to say to me but I just want to let you know you can get it out now. You can yell at me, question me, walk away or anything you need to do and I'll understand." My head snapped up and I looked at her suddenly hearing what her words displayed. She thought that I didn't want this and that I would just break her heart again. It was true, I did not expect this nor did I think this would happen but I couldn't walk away from my family when for the past few years, this was my fantasy that I wanted. A family of my own with Clary.

"How could you think I'm mad at you? I'm more mad at myself," this surprised her. "You had to go through this without me and I missed the first few years of my son's life all because of that stupid bastard Sebastian. You have no idea how badly hurt I am because of all this. I should have been here and it's not your fault." She walked up to me and stood directly in front of me keeping her eyes on my own.

"This is not your fault. I should have told you the night of the party because before you broke up with me, I knew that I was pregnant. I took the test and afterwards, found out that it was true but I let you go because you deserved happiness. But then I realized something, Kevin is my gift and I took him away from you when you should have been here with him too. This is my own fault, not yours."

"Clary, I know you're blaming yourself and that you're trying to push me away but I'm not going anywhere. I want to make this right because you two are my family and now that I know, It's going to take a lot to get rid of me." She gazed into my eyes with happiness before she flung her arms around my neck and embraced me. I quickly put my arms around her and squeezed her back, trying to tell her everything will be alright. She let go and we smiled at each other for the longest time until we finally sat down.

She started to look uncomfortable for a while before she finally spoke, "I don't want Kevin to know about you," she shied away from my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I said as calmly as I could. I knew she wanted me to be here but why not let him know?

"I want him to get to know you first. It's not like he'll never know because I want to tell him eventually but the only 'dad' he's ever had in his life is Raphael so I want to give him time to warm up to you. He's just a boy." This finally set me over the edge as I stood up and paced the room.

"Raphael? Really? He's not his father, I am! He would have had his dad if I would have just known. Do you expect me to just pretend to be friends with my own son when all I really want to do is stand by him and help him with the things that I'm supposed to do? No, Raphael is not his dad and I won't let him be now that I'm here and in the picture. Just a boy? He's just a boy? Yeah, I was 'just a boy' when my parents died Clary, died. I don't want my own son thinking that I didn't want him because I know what it's like to grow up without a father and a mother. I won't let that happen to him because my blood is in his veins and I will always be here for him and be the father mine didn't get to be with me."

I finally stopped and looked over at Clary to see her crying her eyes out and rocking on the floor. She was about to black out and it broke my heart to know that I was the one that made her like this. I quickly went over to her and gathered her in my arms as I sat in the floor with her, rocking her while telling her happy stories in her ear knowing that used to make her feel better a long time ago. About five minutes later, she eventually laid her head on my chest, burying her face in my neck. She would always do this to tell me she was okay and it made me smile that even though I just yelled at her, she was still my Clary.

"I'm so sorry Clary," I wrapped my arms around her and tightened my hold. "I shouldn't have said that, you don't deserve it I'm so so sorry please forgive me." She wiggled around in my grasp so she was facing me and then cupped my face with her hands.

"I understand that you needed to get it out but know that this is my fault too and that I'll take anything you give me as long as you're always right here. I would rather have you yelling at me any day over you not being here at all." I started to smile as I pushed her on the floor, pressing all my weight on top of her as I began lightly kissing her neck, her face, and any exposed flesh that I could find while I thanked her over and over again. She giggled and held me to her as I buried my face in her neck and then I knew, everything was going to be okay. That in some parallel universe, we were going to get through this and make ourselves stronger.

One day I will be able to be with my family as a whole. One day I will be able to call Clary my wife. One day I will get to love her no matter what and hopefully show her how much she means to me. One day we might even start a bigger family but that day is not today. I can wait because right now, the future looks bright and it's worth waiting for.

A/N: So what do you think? Too much? Nah, I thought it fit for the moment. From now on things are going to get bumpy. Not like it already hasn't been. They deserved a moment of happiness though don't you think? Even if it was after Clary had a major breakdown? I hope to get the next chapter out by this weekend. I would try to do it sooner but I have a crap ton of projects due this Friday and I'm about to rip my hair out. Have a good day/night everyone!