AN: So I went to go watch TFIOS the other day. THE FEELS BRUH. Anyways, I decided that fluff was necessary for me to get over myself. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Since this story is getting more views (thank you guys so muchhhhh) I'm going to need 30 reviews before I continue. I'm also going to summer camp so I won't be updating that regularly. Enjoy peopleeeeeeeee. :)

I get out of the hospital two weeks later. They had to do many checkups on my baby. She's fine. She wasn't before, though. My baby doesn't do well under stress apparently. She wasn't getting enough nutrients and she didn't develop properly for a couple of weeks. That was when the hospital started force feeding me every second of every day. I'm going to be fat enough with the baby, why leave all of that extra weight on when she's born?

"You look fine," Jace insists as we walk to the park.

I snort and laugh.

"That's funny," I grin. "That's hilarious. Fine? I look fat and gross and..."

My eyes start burning with the promise of tears.

"Shhh," Jace attempts to quiet me down by wrapping his arms around by stomach. I instinctively bury my head in his shoulder and let my tears ruin his shirt for the a millionth time.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so hormonal and gross and ew and-" my words get cut off by Jace's lips on mine. The kiss is hot and passionate. It's not like many of the previous kisses we've shared. This one is comforting and sympathetic. Jace laces his hands across my stomach. I break the kiss to stare down at his hands.

"Our baby's in there," he whispers, his eyes growing wide.

"Yeah, Jace," I kiss his quickly. "She is."

I sit on the swings with my brother. His eyes are an emerald green like my mother's. I grin and laugh at his terrible jokes. This is my life, I think. I look up and see my mother, glowing. She's wearing a white cotton dress that makes her look innocent and pure. Her hair is in a simple bun with a large white flower at the front of her hair. There's a golden wedding band around her ring finger. Most importantly, she's healthy. She walks over to us, smiling and waving.

"Hey, honey," she kisses the top of Jon's head lovingly.

"Mom," he groans like a five year old.

She laughs heartily and turns to me, green eyes on green eyes. She grins and moves a stray hair out of my face. I look up at her, tears in my eyes.

"Hi, sweetie," she greets me.

"Hey, Mommy," I choke up.

Valentine then comes into the picture and I stiffen. He wraps an arm around my mother's waist and kisses her forehead. This is the best I've seen him in a while.

"Hey, Clare-bear, Jonathan," he grins at us before pulling out a gun. He holds it to my mother's head but her and Jon don't notice.

"No!" I manage to scream before the bullet goes through my mother's head.

-Jace POV-

Clary is sleeping fitfully and it's scaring me.

"Clary," I say softly. "Clary, baby, wake up."

"No!" she sits up and screams. I look at her. She looks disheveled. Her red hair is sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her whole body is shaking.

She stares at me, fear apparent in her eyes. Instead of asking, I pull her to me as she starts to sob.

"Wanna talk about it?" I question her quietly as I rub soothing circles on her back. I faintly register her shaking her head on my shoulder.

"Okay," I say softly. "Okay. I'm sorry, Clary, I'm sorry."

-2 Months Later-

I scowl at Izzy, annoyed. She's been making fun of me because of my weight for months now. Three and a half months pregnant and I'm already showing quite a bit.

"You look so weird, Clary," Isabelle comments with no malice. It's like she's stating a fact.

"I know. It's weird having another person inside you, Iz," I snap back.

"Whatever. Want to go shopping?"

AN: And that is the end of that. Remember: 30 reviews before update people! Love you guyssssssss!

-Sosebo 3