AN: OMG PLEASE DON'T HATE MEEE. School's starting for me in 2 days and I'm super disorganized so I can't get my stuff together. I've had no time to write whatsoever. So I woke up at 6 a.m to attempt to write this chapter. I finished it at about 8. I'm power-writing for you guysss. :D I won't be able to update until the weekend so please be patientttt. Alrighty then. Please review, follow, favorite, and all of that jazz.

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"Starbucks," I reply casually. "My brother wants to meet us there. Along with Isabelle, of course."

Jace nods and takes out his phone.

"Hey, Magnus," he says after dialing a number. "We can't do treasure hunt today. Maybe another time."

I can almost hear Magnus sulking over the phone. Jace chuckles and sighs.

"Calm down. Get Alec to do it with you. While you're at it, can you call Izzy over? We need to discuss a matter of business with her."

Jace hangs up shortly after that and throws his arm over the back of the sofa.

"So?" I ask, laying my head in his lap.

"I guess we're going to have to wait a while because my sister went shopping."

I shake my head.

"Typical Isabelle."

"I know right. And it's for more baby clothes for Charlie. Like, don't we have tons?"

"Literally, tons, yes," I reply. I just can't wipe the grin off my face though.

I get up and wander around for a little while. Sometimes, I can't help but wander into the nursery that the boys built for Charlotte. The walls are a simple white and there's a huge white tree on the wall. The white crib is right in front of it. A white chair with black lining resides in the corner and a table with baby formula, baby bottles, and blankets is right below the window. There are shelves high on the walls with glass ornaments and toys.

I smile as I walk out, towards the kitchen. I stand in front of the window and sit on the table. Swinging my legs back and forth absentmindedly, I don't realize when my phone starts to ring. I pick up and place the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Is this Clary Fray?

"Who wants to know?"

"This is the New York Community Hospital of Brooklyn. We'd like to inform you that your mother, Jocelyn Fray, is awake."

I get off the plane and practically run to the cab. I had to postpone everything: my meeting with Jonathan, my doctor's appointments, my shopping trips with Isabelle.

"Slow down, Clary!" Alec calls. That's right, Alec. Jace wanted to come but I refused. Isabelle wanted to spend some quality time with MAgnus and her adopted brother, so I let her. Alec wanted to come, so I let him. Simple.

"I have to see her, Alec!" I shout, getting in. I throw a twenty over the seat. Alec gets in on the other side.

"New York Community Hospital of Brooklyn, please. Step on it." I throw a ten over the seat and we start moving across the roads at an illegal pace.

Once we arrive, I get out and run to the front desk. I am too familiar with the way hospitals work. Alec quickly asks for the room number and it it granted to us. Room 124. I sprint to the elevator, once again, Alec hot on my heels. I press the button to the first floor and we wait patiently. The soothing elevator music portrays none of my feelings whatsoever. I sigh contentedly as the elevator comes to a stop. As soon as the doors are wide enough for me to fit though, I'm out. Room 124, Room 124. I finally come to a stop at the door of the room. Alec smiles and gestures for me to go in.

"I'll wait outside, sweetheart," he grins as I push down the door handle. I take a deep breath and step in through the door.

The first thing that I see is a wild mass of red hair, much like my own. Then, comes the pale skin. Then the freckles. And when I finally reach my mom's eyes, she grins and opens her arms. The floodgates are already open as I run to my mom and bury my face in her shoulder. My belly is obstructing super close contact between us.

Then, my mom lets me go and she takes me by the shoulders. Slowly, her eyes travel down to my stomach and she gasps.

"I'm too young to be a grandma," she whines. I laugh, my voice breaking. This is the mom I remember. This is the mom before Valentine got abusive. This is my mom.

"Hey, Mom," I smile. "What's up?"

"The sky. What's down? The ground. What's below that? Hell. But I'm fine, if that's what you're asking."

I laugh.

"So. My baby's having a baby," she says, staring down at my stomach.

"Mhmm," I smile, rubbing my stomach.

"Gender?"

"Girl."

My mother squeals.

"Yes!" She pumps her arm up and down. Mom starts making up a little song about Charlotte. I laugh until my sides hurt.

"Wow, Mom," I say, wiping my eyes. "That was pretty amazing."

"I know right," my mother says proudly. "I'm good at this, damn. So have you decided on a name for her?"

"Charlotte Emma Herondale."

My mom freezes up.

"Herondale?"

"Yeah. It's the father's last name."

"Where have I heard that name before..." My mom looks lost in thought.

Suddenly, her head snaps up.

"His dad was a billionaire."

"Really?"

"Mmmhm," Mom nods her head in confirmation. "He was pretty famous a couple of years ago. Did he live with his dad at any point in time?"

I shake my head.

"He lives with the Lightwoods, you know, Alec's family. They adopted him. Apparently, he had a really scarring childhood."

"Alexander?!" My mom exclaims. "He moved back?"

I nod my head and hold up a hand, a gesture for her to wait. I walk out the door and wave Alec inside. He raises an eyebrow. I nod and hold open the door for him.

My mom's face when she sees Alec is priceless. Her eyes light up and her mouth forms an 'o'.

She holds her arms out open like she did for me and hugs Alec tightly, swaying back and forth.

"Wow," she breathes. "You're all grown up now."

Alec chuckles.

"That's right, Mrs. Morgenstern."

My mom holds up a hand.

"My husband is dead. I'm a widow and frankly, I don't care. My name is now Ms. Fray, Alec." Contradictory to the stern words, she puts on a warm smile.

"Sorry, Ms. Fray. It was out of habit."

My mom laughs and puts all her attention on Alec.

"How are you, Alexander?"

"I'm fine. How about you? Are you fully recovered or anywhere close?"

My mom bobs her head.

"I'm honestly almost done. I'm getting out in about a week or less."

My mom turns her attention back to me.

"Clarissa, where's your brother?"

I open my mouth to begin replying, but the door opens and we all turn towards it.

"Right here." A deep voice booms.

All color drains from my mom's face.

"Jonathan." She whispers.

AN: Once again guys, I'm extremely sorry about this. Like, I haven't updated in AGES. No review goal. I update when I feel like it. :D

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