AN: Sorry guys. Jet lag is a bitch. Enjoyyyy.

Izzy drags me through endless amounts of stores and other crap. By the fifth store, I'm dead on my feet.

"Izzy," I groan, annoyed. "Can we please stop now?"

"No! I'm not even close to done." I have 15 bags in my hands, trying to balance all of them. Isabelle has 7. Sure, make the pregnant lady carry all of your crap.

We get home and I drop all of the bags at once. My shopping partner shoots me a dirty look and I shoot an even dirtier one back.

Jace comes down the staircase, drying his hair in the process. I can't help but stare at his bare chest. I unconsciously lick my lips and he smirks.

"So," he says, catching my eyes. My face turns a furious shade of red. "How was shopping?"

"Oh my god, it was SOOOOOO fun!" Izzy then launches into a long story about clothes and shoes and baby clothes. The whole time, Jace's eyes don't leave my face.

"That sounds fun, Iz," Jace smiles quickly at her before grabbing my hand. "But Clary and I have to talk."

"Okay! We should do this again, Clary!" A look of fear crosses my face before I grin manically at her.

"Sure, why not?"

Jace snickers as he leads me up the spiral staircase to his room.

I collapse on his bed, sighing deeply.

"God, I'm so glad that's over," I sigh contentedly as Jace wraps his arms gently around my waist.

"Sorry," he mumbles into my neck. "Sorry I wasn't there to carry all your bags and keep you from dying."

I laugh and take my hands through his golden hair.

"It's okay," I smile. "I know you're not one for shopping. But I did get some cute stuff for the baby. That's a perk. Though I'd rather Isabelle do it than myself."

"Sebastian called."

I sit up, abruptly.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. It was really ominous though," Jace shudders.

"What'd he say?" I ask, carefully, running my hands over my cuts.

"Something about checking the news tonight at 10:30."

I glance behind me and check the clock beside Jace's bed. It's 10:25.

"Come on," I mumble, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the study.

We sit down on the leather sofa and I search for the remote. I find it wedged under the couch cushions. Jace turns on the TV and by then, it's 10:28.

"Breaking news," the lady reporter says. "Valentime Morgenstern, domestic abuser, was not found in his cell tonight. Instead, a slip of paper was lain on the bed. It reads: 'I'me coming.' Sources suspect that it was a close friend of the Morgensterns. We'll update when sources find a larger amount of information. Now, the weather."

The screen goes blank and my face is as white as a sheet.

"Clary," Jace's voice seems watery and distant. I can't pay attention to anything that's going on around me.

I feel something gently shake my shoulder.

"Iz!" Jace calls. "Get your ass in here. Alec! You too. It's Clary!"

Alec comes in about 10 seconds later, Izzy right behind him. Their eyes search around frantically. They finally meet mine and Laec's blue eyes widen when he runs over to me. I continue to share into space.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Alec shakes my shoulders to no prevail.

"Hospital, Jace," Isabelle says, quietly.

My boyfriend nods and calls someone on his phone. He tells them the address and hangs ups Jace squats down beside me and looks straight into my eyes. By now, I'm hyperventilating like a bitch.

"I'm not okay," I choke out.