AN: Well this is awkward. I haven't updated since LAST YEAR GUYS.

And I've been having a pretty hard time so bear with me and my slow butt.

BE PATIENT THOUGH BECAUSE I'M SORRY IF I TOOK TOO LONG.

And a lot of you were confused because you thought that Jace was Jonathan.

No.

Jace's full name is Jonathan. Everyone just calm yourselves.

BTW, the updates might slow down to once every week or two because I've been studying for this HUGE science test.

And I have a bunch of school stuff to do. Literally, school shouldn't be this hard right now.

Anyways, don't forget to follow, favorite, review, and what have you.

Enjoy, you beautiful people.

I can feel myself pale and Charlotte's golden eyes widen considerably.

"Mom?" She stands up and walks towards me. "Are you okay?"

I shake my head and back up into the door.

"Jace," I whisper. "JACE!"

Next thing I know, I'm being abruptly pushed forwards because Jace is bursting through the door.

"Clarissa, are you okay?" He stares at me, his eyes wide and, almost, identical to Charlie's a second ago.

I inhale deeply, trying to gather my wits.

"Yeah," I shake my head, throwing a tight smile in his direction. "Charlie, baby, tell your daddy what you just told me."

Charlotte's whole face lights up because of her smile.

"Daddy, guess what?" She jumps up and down, grinning from ear to ear, all grudges against her father suddenly forgotten.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He smiles warmly at her, squatting to her level and looking straight into her eyes.

"I have a new friend, Daddy. His name is Valentine."

Jace's smile is wiped off of his face and he turns to me, his eyes wide.

"Um, okay, honey. What does Valentine look like?"

Charlotte pauses because of this question, rubbing her slim finger over her lip in thought.

"He's got white hair. It's blonde, but it looks white. Just like Uncle Jonathan's," she giggles, "and he's got black eyes. They're unnatural, Mommy. But they're cool."

Jace and I share a glance, and our eyes dart back to our daughter.

"Should we call her sister? And your mom?" Jace murmurs out of the side of his mouth.

I nod.

"Call my mom. I'll go talk to Jordyn."

Jace bites his lip and kisses me on the forehead after standing up.

"We'll get through this, okay?"

I nod again, breathing in his scent.

"Okay. I'll see if I can talk to Jordyn."

-Jace P.O.V-

This is some crazy shit right here. I bring out my phone and walk down the two flights of stairs, turning the corner into my kitchen.

My sister is still sitting in there, at our breakfast bar, chewing on a cinnamon roll that she's meticulously taken apart.

"So?"

I look up at her, phone to my ear.

"What do you mean?"

"What's going on with your kids?"

I scowl at her.

"Things, okay? Leave it alone."

There's a slight crackle on the other end of the line, some faint voices, and finally someone picks up.

"Hello?" It's evidently a woman's voice, one that I recognize well.

"Jocelyn, we need to talk."

"About?" I can almost see her raising an eyebrow.

"The twins and Jack."

"What about them?" I can hear Jocelyn excuse herself.

"Charlotte has started seeing your ex-husband."

Jocelyn's quiet on the other end of the line for about a minute before she launches into a frantic panic.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. How does she know his name? How do you guys know that it's him? Can she actually see him?"

I chuckle nervously.

"Calm down, Jocelyn. It might be a phase thing but both of the girls are having hard times dealing with the temporary separation. She told us that he talks to her. Clary walked into her room, and she was talking to someone. We immediately thought she was talking to herself, though when Clary questioned her about who she was talking to, she replied 'My new friend, Valentine'. She told us what he looks like and, yes, she can apparently see him."

"Luke," is all Jocelyn says. "I need to tell Luke."

She hangs up and I push the phone into my pocket. I look up and Isabelle is staring at me, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Are- are you serious?" She asks me, breathlessly.

"Serious as sin," I hold my hand up.

Isabelle shakes her head in disbelief.

"What kind of witchcraft-"

I roll my eyes at her.

"Sweetheart, this isn't witchcraft. This is a side effect of crazy."

-Clary P.O.V-

I knock on my younger daughter's door, hoping that she'll let me in.

"Jordyn? Baby, I need you to come out for me."

I can hear my daughter scoff. So much like her father.

"Um, no," she answers defiantly. "I don't want to."

"Please, baby, it's about your sister."

She pauses for a little while until I can hear the lock being unturned. The door is flung open and there stands my daughter. The one that I haven't seen for 3 days straight. Her hair is all tangled and matted, her gorgeous eyes marred by bags, and her arms and legs completely covered by clothing.

"What's wrong with Charlotte?" She bites her lip, raising an eyebrow, a talent obviously passed on by her father.

I give her a tight smile.

"She's begun to see someone. His name is Valentine. He's her imaginary friend, though he's not actually imaginary. Sorry, baby, I'll explain later. Go take a shower first. We need you downstairs."

My daughter just snorts.

"Like you expect me to go downstairs when that... do I even dare to call him a man? Mom, he broke your heart and he's being a complete douche about it. And you guys just accept him back into our lives like it didn't affect you. Stop pretending and snap back to reality. How are you so sure that he's going to stick around this time, huh?" Jordyn throws her hands up in exasperation, tears streaming down her face.

I quickly scowl at her use of foul language though I pull her into a hug which, surprisingly, she doesn't resist. Instead, she leans into it, longing for comfort after emotional abandonment for three days straight.

"Shh," I stroke her hair. "You'll be okay."

She hiccups and I rub her back, feeling her cheek press against my stomach.

"I just- I don't know Mom, I don't know how I feel and it's killing me. It really is."

I kiss the top of her head, pushing her back so I can wipe her eyes.

"Don't worry about it. Just go take a shower so we can all talk about this downstairs." Jordyn bites her lip, hesitation apparent on her face. I narrow my eyes, back in super mom mode.

"Jordyn Christina, why do you look like you're deliberating? Something to hide?"

Her eyes grow wide and she shakes her head frantically, chuckling nervously. I roll my eyes at her and turn towards the stairs.

"Downstairs. We'll be waiting, sweetheart. I'm going to let this go for now because we have some things to figure out, but you will tell me later, correct?"

Jordyn nods.

"Yes, ma'am."

I walk down the stairs, hiding my smile as I go.

And she's back.

-Simon P.O.V-

I get a call from Isabelle, my phone on the kitchen island. I cock my head at it, glance over my shoulder at Emma, and then pick it up.

"Iz?"

"Simon, please get over here," she begs.

"Isabelle? You sound like you've been crying. Baby, what's going on?"

"Please Si, I'll explain when you get here. Bring Emma and bring something to keep her busy. Is she tired?"

I'm speechless, temporarily baffled.

"Uh, yeah. She hasn't taken a nap today. Izzy, what's wrong? I'm scared now."

"Simon, please."

I sigh, scooping up Emma.

"Okay, Isabelle. I'll bring her. But you better tell me what the hell is happening."

AN: Yeah, once again, sorry for the delay. The last couple of months have been pretty rough for me so I've been trying to get some chapters up but they're not coming as frequently as I want them to.

SORRY GUYSS.

LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH.

-Sosebo