Okay, so I would try and give an explanation, but we'd be here all day.

I haven't had access to write my stories lately because my computer fell (mainly because I'm an idiot) and the goddamn USB ports don't work, which is okay, I guess, but then I had to see if it could be fixed (and let me tell you, giving complete strangers your computer password is not a nice feeling) but then it got broken even more...

Ugh.

I will spare you the gory details of my troubles, but basically, I'm a hot mess.

We all knew this.

Anywhore, this chapter is kind of long and kind of rushed on the important stuff, but I figured you guys deserved something exciting for your long wait...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of TMI, Cassandra Clare is the one with the talent.

I just own a computer and a crap-load of other broken junk.

The baby continued to wail, and I hurried through the hallway, intent on finding it.

"Liam? Baby? Anyone?" I called, and no one replied.

I bounded around the corner, the instinct to find the screaming infant kicking in, and there was suddenly a crib.

In the middle of the hallway.

I made way over to it hesitantly, and just as I was about to see the baby, I was awake.

My head shot up, and I realized I was once again in my room.

I decided to fall back against the pillows and try to go back to bed, but I heard a loud thump that was similar to the one from yesterday night, effectively ruining my plans. I jumped up, running on my tiptoes (an impossible feat) towards Jace's room

My suspicions were confirmed.

Jace was lying on the ground, breathing hard, and he looked as if he were in pain. His skin was glistening with sweat, his golden hair sticking to his neck, and I ran over to him, sitting by his head.

"Jace?" I asked, and he continued to pant unevenly, causing me to wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"I-I didn't want… S-she was…" He was stammering uncontrollably, and I made the most soothing noises I could manage, pressing my cheek against his head.

"It's okay, Jace, it was just a dream." I whispered, and Jace nodded.

"I guess, Rose."

I helped him into bed, and I climbed in next to him, facing the ceiling.

"So you going to tell me what the dreams were about?"

Jace shook his head.

"I figured. You know I love you, right?"

He nodded.

I sighed. "Goodnight, Jace."

I stood up, walking to the door and shutting it behind me. I walked down the hallway, slipping into my room and crawling in next to Liam, who was asleep, thankfully. When we had first gotten back from Idris and I would wake up screaming hoarsely in the middle of the night, I was afraid I would give poor Liam a heart attack.

Said Australian didn't budge, so I reclaimed my spot under his arm, sleep catching up with me instantly.

The next day, Clary came over to train with Jace and Alec was spending some time with Magnus on a romantic vacation, leaving me, Isabelle, Liam, and Ethan in the library. Isabelle was painting her toenails, Ethan and Liam were arguing over something Ethan had read in a textbook, and I was reading.

It was times like these where I really missed Hodge.

"But Brazil is-"

"Ethan, for the last time, I don't know. Do you have some sort of unhealthy infatuation with Brazil or something?"

"No, but-"

"Ethan, we are done with this conversation. And if you try and tell me Alaska is an island again, I will throw myself out of that there window." Liam pointed his thumb towards the window, and I rolled my eyes.

"This is what happens when you pay attention during weapons training and sleep during everything else."

Ethan glared at me. "I did pay attention."

I laughed. "You're funny, kid."

Ethan grabbed a pillow from behind him, tossing it at me, and I caught it with ease.

"If that hits me, Nightlock," Isabelle growled, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes in an angry motion.

Ethan actually looked afraid. "Yes, older sister."

Isabelle winked at him, turning her attention to the plum-colored bottle wedged between her knees.

"Hey Rose, can you go grab the clear coat? I forgot," Isabelle's brow furrowed as she examined her toes, and I glanced at her skeptically.

"Well I have nothing better to do in my life."

"Exactly."

I glared at her, setting my book aside and jogging out of the library towards Isabelle's room.

After rummaging through Isabelle's bathroom drawer (I honestly believed my sister was a hoarder) I ran back to the library, and I barely made it through the door before I ran head on into Isabelle.

"Damn, girl, you have a big head!" I groaned, rubbing my aching hairline, and Isabelle glared at me.

"Don't get all personal. We have demons to hunt, go get dressed," She ordered.

"Geez, you get one bottle of nail polish and you miss everything," I muttered, and I tossed the clear coat to her, which she caught with ease before she sprinted down the hall and disappeared around the corner.

I made my way to my room, changing into gear that consisted of a long sleeve black shirt, black jeans, my boots, and my leather jacket, tracing over my runes with my stele.

I met Ethan and Liam outside the Institute, Isabelle joining us a minute later.

"Should we even bother asking Jace?" She asked skeptically, and I shook my head.

"No, he'll just get all moody about Clary, and Clary will whine about how she wants to go, and then I will inevitably end up bitch-slapping someone."

"Agreed," She nodded, and she motioned for us to follow her as she started walking down the street.

"So, Isabelle," Liam spoke up, "Where exactly do you suppose we find demons in the middle of the day?"

"Where else besides an abandoned factory?" She asked with a mischievous smirk, and I just shared a look with Liam that said, go with it.

When we reached the supposedly demon-infested factory ten minutes later, Liam went in first, followed by me and Ethan, with Isabelle bringing up the rear.

The inside was dark, with paint peeling off the walls and holes in the ceilings, old wood below them the only sign as to what happened.

Liam had a witchlight in one hand and a seraph blade in the other, and Ethan and I followed suit, while Isabelle uncurled her whip from its place on her wrist. Liam continued upstairs (did factories usually have stairs?) and when I reached the top, I felt a familiar vibration in my pocket, accompanied by a slight burning sensation where my necklace rested.

"Demons," I whispered, motioning ahead of us, and Liam nodded. He walked to the right, and I turned to the left, and from the clicking behind me I knew Isabelle had followed me, Ethan following Liam.

No wait, maybe that wasn't what the clicking was.

The sound got more frenzied and slightly louder, and I had just enough time to duck before something's claw swiped out towards me.

I swung out at the demon, the seraph blade slicing through the demon's arm, and I whirled out of the way of the demon blood, getting my heel caught in the process.

I stumbled, teetering to the side, and I realized now where the holes in the downstairs ceiling had come from.

I cut through the demon's head, stabbing at one next to it, and I heard a sharp yelp from behind me. I turned just in time to see Isabelle fall backwards, and when the unstable wooden floor fell out beneath her, she disappeared with a cry.

"Isabelle!" I yelled, and I killed the remaining demon, cutting my forehead in the process, sprinting down the stairs and scanning the ground for her.

She groaned, a mound of black leather, and I kneeled beside her. Her leg was bent at an awkward angle, and she had a hand pressed to her head, which she pulled back to reveal blood.

"Liam! Ethan!" I called hoarsely, pressing the tip of my stele to her arm.

They appeared next to me just as I finished the rune, and Ethan crouched next to me in concern.

"What happened?"

"She fell through the floor," I explained hurriedly, "Come on, we need to get back to the Institute."

"I've got her," Liam placed one arm beneath her knees and another beneath her neck, lifting her from the ground.

"Thanks handsome," She muttered.

He smirked. "Anytime."

Our time in the infirmary was a nightmare.

"I can't believe you brain-dead idiots went demon hunting without me," Jace snapped.

Not for the first time since we got back.

Jace was furious. I called Magnus on our way back, and he and Alec met us in the infirmary after I told them Isabelle was hurt.

"Would you have preferred we take Clary with us?" I suggested sweetly, and I could hear the audible grinding of his teeth.

"Would you two break it up, I'm the one that fell through the ceiling." Iz snapped, and Magnus grinned.

"Only you, my dear, could make the best out of a serious injury." He approved, and Isabelle beamed widely.

Magnus finished healing her, and she stretched out her arms, while I cringed at the popping noises it made.

"Now you," Magnus ordered, staring at me, and I gave him a confused look.

"What?"

He sighed patiently. "Your head, it's bleeding. I'm going to heal it."

I reached up to touch my forehead, and it was true.

Magnus placed a hand over my head, blue sparks coming from his fingertips, and something in his expression changed.

His brow furrowed, his gaze flickering from my eyes and back to my forehead. When he finished, I raised an eyebrow, and he shook his head.

"Everyone healthy?" Liam asked, and we all nodded or murmured in agreement.

"Well, not that we didn't enjoy putting our vacation on hold, but we have an Eiffel Tower to visit-"

"One second," Alec called with a laugh, talking to Isabelle.

Magnus started to walk outside, and I followed him, shutting the door to the infirmary.

"Magnus," I called, and he turned around, suddenly grinning like a madman.

"Yes, Rose Marie?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Did you drink before you came here?"

He shook his head. "No, not yet. I'm still concocting a plan to intoxicate Alec, just warning you."

I shuddered at the thought. "Anyways, what happened back there?"

"What do you mean?"

I glared at him. "Don't play dumb with me, warlock. You were healing me, and your expression changed, and I want to know what happened or what you saw."

Magnus was still grinning. "I think you know."

"Um… no I don't."

He rolled his eyes, which were flaring with a certain enthusiasm. "Think, Rose. From what I see, you've been getting dreams about this certain incident for a while now."

"You need to dumb it down for me, Magnus."

He sighed. "You'll know in a couple of months. Nine, perhaps."

"You ready, Magnus?" Someone called, and Alec walked up behind me, hugging me while I stared at his boyfriend in confusion.

"See you, Rose." Alec grinned, and he started walking away with Magnus, who winked at me over his shoulder.

"Remember, Rose!"

I walked back to my room, and I sat down on my bed, still thinking.

What the hell did he mean?

Okay, use the clues, Nightlock.

Dreams: Sebastian, the knife-wielding murderer. The mysterious baby. Months: nine months.

Nine months.

Baby.

Nine months.

Baby.

…That could only mean one thing.

So I did what I would usually do in times like this.

I went to Isabelle.

"I can't believe, out of all the things you could have done for me, you bought a mundane pregnancy test."

Isabelle was sitting on the bathroom counter, filing her nails, while I leaned against the wall, my nerves out of control.

"If there is one thing mundanes and Shadowhunters share," She said, "It's pregnancy."

My head was whirling. Pregnant? I wasn't pregnant.

Magnus was crazy. Yes, that was the answer.

"And besides," Isabelle continued, "We are not going to base your suspicions on a couple of Oreo-induced dreams and a sparkly bisexual warlock."

Normally I would have laughed.

But right now I felt anything but normal.

Something buzzed, and Iz glanced down at her phone.

"It's time, Rosie."

I walked towards the stick on the counter cautiously, and Isabelle and I stared at each other, the dark-haired girl's face lit with determination, as if she planned to beat the hell out of this pregnancy test and no one was getting in her way.

By the Angel, you'd think she were the one about to have a panic attack.

"Look?" She asked, and I nodded with a newfound confidence.

We glanced down at the test on the counter nervously, causing my stomach to drop.

A pink plus sign.

The damned sparkly bisexual warlock was right.

We sat there in silence for a minute, myself staring at the plus sign with a dropped jaw, until Isabelle spoke up. "You're going to be fat," She mentioned aloud, and I looked at her wide-eyed.

"That is all you got from this?"

"Well, that was part of it."

"Isabelle, this isn't funny!" I hissed, "I am pregnant! How many different ways can I tell you that?"

"Rose, relax," She soothed, "It's going to be okay."

"Oh really? Excuse me if that wasn't the first thought that came to mind!"

"You are such an overdramatic," She muttered, "Rose, listen to me. Liam loves you, your brothers love you, I love you, my parents love you, and your friends love you. You are surrounded by love here!"

"And that helps me how?"

"Because you aren't alone."

"Well I knew that," I sighed, placing my hand over my stomach self-consciously. No bump. No movement. Was something really there?

"Oh and one more thing," Isabelle added, and I looked up hesitantly.

"What's that?"

"I'm going to be an auntie!" She squealed, and she wrapped her arms around me, jumping up and down.

"Iz, cutting off my oxygen can't be good for the baby," I reminded her in a daze, and I was shocked at how natural it sounded.

The baby.

Our baby.

My baby.

"Oh, right," She murmured, before she clapped her hands together, "Oh, but you have to have a girl! You know that, right? We can't handle anymore boys!"

"Iz, I don't exactly have a choice in the subject."

"Oh, of course you do. Imagine having another boy, Rose," I let the thought wander into my head, and shuddered.

"I'll try my hardest."

She nodded seriously, and we sat down, perched on the bathroom counter.

"So when are you going to tell Liam?"

"I don't know, Iz."

"You going to tell him tonight?"

"Maybe. I want to call Magnus first."

"Well then do it now!" She urged, shoving her phone into my hand. I dialed the number hesitantly, putting the phone to my ear.

"Isabelle, darling!" Magnus said, delighted.

"Not quite."

"Well, Rose, it took you long enough." Magnus mused, and I rolled my eyes. "You'd think you would have realized it sooner."

"Well sorry I was in shock, Magnus." I hissed, and he chuckled.

"Oh, but congratulations, by the way. I am so decorating for this child, Nephilim or not."

"So it's true? I'm pregnant?"

"Oui, mon chérie."

"Wow… well, thanks, I guess." Isabelle put a hand over her heart, and I rolled my eyes as she rubbed a thumb under her eyelids to avoid tears.

"No problem, Rosie. So is it the Australian's?"

I huffed. "Actually, the father is this Belgian werewolf I met in Pandemonium-"

"You better be joking," Magnus cut me off with a laugh, but he knew that I was. "Now what's on your mind?"

"Well, Magnus…" I glanced at Isabelle, hoping she wouldn't be too upset, "After what happened in Idris… I guess I was just worried…"

"Do you really have such a lack of faith in my healing skills?"

I grinned at his response. "Not anymore, I promise."

"Good. Don't worry Rose, from what I could tell, you are going to have a very easy pregnancy."

"I'm guessing that's a relief."

I could almost hear him smirk in amusement. "You sure are guessing a lot today, aren't you, Rose?"

"Well, I'm not exactly 100% certain of anything, and my mental health is at the top of the list."

"That's normal." I heard a shuffling in the background, "Rose, I have to go, just hang in there and enjoy! I love you!"

Magnus abruptly hung up, and Isabelle raised an eyebrow.

"We probably don't want to know."

She nodded in agreement.

Her head suddenly popped up, as if she just thought of something. "We probably need to do everything soon, you know."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"You know, the names, the nursery, the shopping, and stuff like that. As Shadowhunters, it's rare to have much time to ourselves, you know."

"Oh really?" I huffed, my head whirling as she listed everything that we were surely going to do, "I didn't notice."

"Well, obviously you found some free time at some point-"

"Isabelle, stop. Just stop."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, and go sit on the bed. I will not let you harm my niece or nephew by sitting on something like my bathroom counter. It's bad for posture."

"You are crazy," I muttered, but I stood up, leaving the bathroom and plopping myself down on the bed, Isabelle right behind me.

"So how you feeling?" She asked, and I stared at her incredulously.

"I found out I was pregnant, like, five minutes ago!"

"Precisely why I'm asking you."

I shook my head. "My brain is spinning."

Isabelle nodded in understanding, and I leaned backwards, resting my head against the pillow. As hoarded with clothing and shoes as this room was, it felt just as familiar as my own, by now.

"This is going to be so cool," She whispered, and I looked over to her as if she were crazy.

Which she was.

"Isabelle, I'm 17. I'm not married, and I'm a Shadowhunter. This is everything but cool."

"You can't really tell me that you aren't excited."

I thought over this, and she was kind of right. I couldn't say that the idea wasn't growing on me in the past six minutes.

"I am excited, I'm just worried, too. There's a difference."

"Now what are you worried about? I heard Magnus, he said you are going to have an easy pregnancy, and I know you trust his judgment."

"Well, I am worried about Liam. And the boys. And Maryse."

"Please," Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Liam will love you and the baby. As for the boys, they will grieve and move on. And Mom will be thrilled over the idea of being a grandmother, I guarantee it."

I thought over this. The idea made me laugh. "She'll probably be mad, considering grandmothers are usually old."

"Well… good point."

We giggled quietly, and Isabelle reached a hand out, placing it over my belly button. She frowned. "There's nothing there."

"I'm not getting fat yet, Isabelle."

"That's unfortunate. I want to see the infamous Rose Nightlock, Shadowhunter, become Rose Nightlock, Fat Mommy."

I smacked her playfully as she placed an ear over my stomach. "Hello niece or nephew! It's Auntie Isabelle!" She yelled, and I placed a hand over her mouth.

"Just announce it to the United States, why don't you?" I hissed, and Iz shrugged.

"They're going to find out anyways," She reminded me, and I shivered.

"Liam will never forgive me. He's going to die, Izzy!"

"Not necessarily. You know how Jace is. He'll give Liam a weapon first."

"And that helps me how?"

"You have the reassurance that at least if your baby daddy dies, he had gone down trying."

And somehow, this reassurance did little to sooth my nausea. "Iz?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to be sick."

She giggled, and I resisted the urge to smack her. "And so it begins."

So... yeah.

It's pretty big news, and the whole thing is kind of choppy and badly written, but it was the best I could do (collective sigh). Besides, I really needed some good plot twists, and I have more coming up, so hang in there!

Oh, and my other stories will be updated soon if you read those, and if you don't I suggest you do because they need lovin' just like everyone else. ;)

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