~11 Months Later~

I hold Jordyn while trying to make some baby food. I stroke her dirty blonde hair which is already past her shoulders. Jace is on the other side of the room, watching T.V with Charlotte on his lap, her golden eyes wide and alert. Long golden ringlets bounce up and down as she does. I roll my eyes.

Jace has been a really good father, helping out with the twins and whatnot. Isabelle is still looking for a man. She's now trying to start getting into the whole idea of long-term relationships.

"Babe, can you pass me the remote?" Jace waves his arm uselessly in front of him. I glare maliciously.

"You must be joking," I laugh. I spot the remote right in front of him. "Oh, come on. Put Charlie on the sofa and grab the remote. I don't understand what the problem is."

"It's too far away," Jace whines, waving his arm more frantically.

I sigh deeply and put Jordyn on the sofa. I grab the remote and throw it at Jace's head. Charlotte and Jordyn both giggle hysterically. I smile innocently at both of them as Jace screams in pain.

"Tiny!"

I grab Charlotte off the couch and leave Jordyn with her father.

"See, Charlie," I kiss her forehead. "You lose brain cells when you're with your father. You gain brain cells when you're with Mommy."

"Not true," Jace mumbles. I grab a sippy cup and throw that at his head too.

"Ow!" His arms immediately come up to deflect the flying sippy cup.

"Not my fault, it's yours," I murmur.

~5 Years After That~

"Mommy!" Jordyn screams from her room.

"Yes, baby?" I smile at her as she walks down the stairs.

"I can't find Bianca," she runs down the stairs and my heart melts. Bianca is Jordyn's stuffed rabbit. She's carried it around with her since she got it for her 1st birthday from her "amazing Auntie Izzy".

"Look, Mommy!" There's an interruption from the living room.

"What is it, baby?" I ask Charlotte.

"Daddy's on T.V again!" She squeals. Jordyn runs to her twin sister and they both jump up and down happily.

I sigh. Jace has been playing pro football for 4 years. Because of all the money, we moved to an actual house in California. It's bigger so we have space for any upcoming children in the future. Don't get me wrong, this house is not small. This house can fit at least 15 people, bedrooms included. I just don't know how the girls manage to find their way around.

"Really?" I smile.

"Yeah!" Charlotte grins. "And he's winning, Mommy, look!"

I look back at the screen. Jace just made a touchdown. I can just see all of the squealing teenagers in their houses, jumping up and down in excitement, much like Charlie and Jordyn.

My phone starts ringing. I pick up when I see that it's Iz.

"Hey, Isabelle, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," she sounds excited. More excited than normal Isabelle.

"What's going on? You sound... happy."

"Oh, believe me, I am." I can practically see her grinning. "I'm pregnant."

I drop my phone. Praise the Lord that I'm sitting down. On a sofa.

I quickly pick my phone back up and yell, "What?!"

"I know right!"

"But... you aren't dating anyone..."

"Oh, no. This was from one of my friends."

"You got pregnant... by your friend?" I raise an eyebrow even though she can't see me.

"Mhmm," she confirms.

"Right. So give me his name."

"Simon Lewis."

I gasp.

"Hey, uh, Iz?"I breath. "I'll call you back."

I hang up and close my eyes. The Simon Lewis got my best friend and future sister-in-law pregnant. Simon Lewis, my best friend who moved to Alaska all those years ago.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Jordyn's big golen-brown eyes look up at me warily.

"Yeah," I flash my baby a watery smile. "I'm... okay."

Jordyn doesn't look like she believes me, but she walks away anyways. I sigh in relief and lean my head back once again.

A couple hours later, the twins are in bed and I'm on Facebook.

"Honey, I'm hooomeee," Jace sings before he laughs. He spots me in the living room and kisses my temple.

"Good game today," I compliment him, scrolling through my news feed.

"Mhhm," he ducks down. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

I scroll past a bunch of hate messages really quickly.

"Nothing," I grin at him.

Ever since Jace went pro, people are always saying, "Oh, what a whore" or "She just had his kids for the money" or "She doesn't love him". The thing is, they don't know what happened before all of the fame. It's annoying. I know that it's not true, but it still hurts my feelings.

"Are those... are those hate messages, Red?" My boyfriend looks taken aback.

"Uh, maybe?" I wince. There's no point of trying to hide it from Jace.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He fumes. "I could've done something about it!"

"It's okay!" I smile. "There are some sweet messages there too."

"That's still not okay, though, Clary!" He yells.

"Shh," I attempt to quiet him down. "You'll wake up the girls."

"I don't care!" He screams even louder. I can hear crying from upstairs. Apparently, he really doesn't care. I put all of my hatred into the glare that I give him and walk upstairs. Charlotte's awake, tears streaming down her face.

"Why was Daddy yelling at you?" She sniffles quietly before more tears flow from her eyes.

"It's nothing, baby," I pull her into my arms. "It's nothing. Daddy just... Daddy just had a bad day, that's all."

"You can tell me the truth, Mommy," my daughter's big golden eyes are trained on me and her head is cocked to the side. It kills me to see my baby like this.

"Mommy saw something on the computer and Daddy got mad," I say simply, refusing to elaborate.

"Oh, okay," Charlotte sniffs.

"Now go back to sleep," I grin at her. "You don't want to wake up JoJo, do you?" She shakes her head frantically and drops her head onto her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut.

I kiss her forehead.

"I love you, baby," I whisper.

"Mommy? Can I ask you a question?" She squeaks.

"Sure, sweetheart," I smile a small smile.

"Is Daddy," she pauses to sniffle, "Is Daddy going to leave us?"

I gasp. I pull Charlotte into a hug and rock her back and forth.

"No, no, no," I shake my head. "It's just... He had a bad day. He'll be back to normal in the morning."

"Okay. Love you too Mommy."

I smile and get up. I turn around and see Jace leaning on the doorframe, smiling sadly at the scene in front of him.

"Sorry," he speaks softly. I can already hear Charlotte's soft snores.

"It's okay," I brush it off, shrugging. "It happens all the time."

"The thing is though," he says, moving from this position and walking towards me. "It shouldn't."

He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my hair.

I twine my arms around his neck and smile at him.

"I'm a horrible father," Jace whimpers. Is he crying?

I'm shocked.

"You're not," I soothe him. "You're a great dad. Everyone has their off-days."

"You don't. The twins never wonder if you're going to leave us," he mumbles.

"It's fine," I insist.

"I love you, Clary," Jace kisses me. I break away and grin at him.

"I love you too."

AN: I tend to digress. Only slightly. Sorry. Did you guys like this? Tell me what you need a little more of: maybe a little more Jonathan, a little more Jocelyn, a little more Isabelle, a little more Malec? Idk. What do you guys want? Or do you still want Clace and I'll be adding some Sizzy. Not a lot, but some. Please review, follow, and favorite. Please and thank you. :D I WANT FEEDBACK GUYS. Don't hesitate to give me constructive criticism as well. BTW: Longest chapter I've ever written. Are you proud?

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