So, I have received reviews saying that they wanted this story to continue, which I wasn't planning on doing until after Everybody's Life is Messed Up, but, luckily, I am going to continue both. Whoever Guest is, this is for you. And the 342 views.
Throwing herself down the hallway, Clary squeezed Izzy and Simon until Jace and Alec dragged her off them. "Calm down, I need my strength! I have important news." Izzy joyously announced. The boys exchanged glances before running down the hallway. "Simon! Not like that!" She winked at Clary.
"How was Maryse? Are you to allowed to get married? Are you pregnant? Tell me everything!" Clary bombarded Isabelle with questions until she ran out of breath.
"Firstly, Maryse is fine, of course we are allowed to get goddamn married and yes I am pregnant." Izzy screeched. Clary was gawping at her. "Oh my god does he know? How long? Boy or girl? Tell me!" She moaned.
Jace P.O.V
"I asked her." I announced to the boys whilst playing D&D. Alec and Simon dropped their controllers. They burst out laughing. "Guys I'm serious." I was bewildered.
"She is only what, twenty one, and you proposed to her!" Simon screeched. "By the Angel, she said yes!" I yelled in their ears. They fell silent. Alec flipped me over his shoulder and began to pat me on the back, far too vigorously, but enthusiastically. Simon was lost for words as I grinned at him.
Clary P.O.V
Clutching Isabelle's hands she noticed the cold metal around one of my fingers. Gasping she grabbed my hand to her face, desperate for a closer look. "Jace…" she stuttered. "Jace proposed!" I squealed, hugging her. "Planning time! So, the date, food, guests, decorations…" Izzy was beginning a mental list as I called my mom over with Luke.
"I'm engaged!" I shrieked, "Nope. Mneh I'm engaged. Can we order pizza? Definitely not." Standing in front of the mirror, practising how to break the news to my mom and Luke, I barely noticed the knock on the door until Jace waltzed in. Walking up behind me, he grabbed my hips and spun me around to face him. Suddenly our lips crashed together with surprising amount of force. Pushing me against the wall, he mouthed my collarbone and neck. Letting out a deep, guttural moan, he silenced it with another mini supernova. Tumbling onto the bed, I let my hands explore his golden skin, mapping every familiar inch. With his questioning eyes he silently asked for my permission, which I freely gave with another kiss. Throwing my shirt into the pile of clothes, his hands creeped up my spine, feeling every indent of my back, every battle scar, every imperfection. I began to curse inwardly for not wearing a fancier bra, but what did he expect, it was for Simon and Izzy, repeat, Simon. I flushed when I noticed that, despite the plainness, he was looking at me like his saviour, his God. There was no going back once his hands reached my bra clasp, even though, I froze when there was a foil crackle above my head. Closing my eyes, I gasped and lost myself to him, his every movement, every curve.