hello there again! now, because all my lovely readers have made me so happy, I've written the next chapter! AAAAND, if i get atleast 5 reviews for this chapter, i might just write the 3rd one and post it! now, this one kinda jumps around, and if you're inclear on anything, just ask ans I'll answer any questions you have. Crap, rambling here. enjoy!

"Here's to the men we love, here's to the men that love us... Since the men that we love, aren't the men that love us ... screw the men... here's to us."

Two Years Later...

That last day of my old life played threw my head a million times. And somehow, here I am still. I'm still alive, and I've moved on.

So here I am, staring in at my 4 beautiful children tonight, like I do whenever I can't sleep. Nights like this come a few times a week.

I have two boys and two girls. Elliot Nickolas Fray was my first born. Simon Quin Fray was the second-oldest. They were just like mini Jace's. Almost everything about them reminded me of their father. The only differences are that their hair was a red blond and eyes a golden green .

Then there's Melody Grace Fray. She was the third-oldest. And, like her brother's, she looked just like one of her parents. This time, it was me. Only her face and personality though, were similar to my own. Her hair and eyes were the exact copy of her brothers.

Lastly, there's Lillian Adreona Fray. Now, she's not my biological daughter. You see, she's my best friends Adreona's daughter. But she died giving birth to her. So, by her wishes, I became Lilly's godmother and the one with custody of her. Her father left Adery when she told him she was pregnant. All I know about him is his name and what he looks like from a picture.

My triplets will be turning 2 next month, Lilly will turn 1 in two months.

It's nice to be able to celebrate their birthdays knowing people actually care about them. See, no one from my old life has even tried to find me. Not even the ones who didn't know that I was pregnant when I left. It's what I wanted, but...it'd be nice to know that they cared.

The only ones that didn't know were Izzy, Alec, and their mother Mayrse. I don't have anything against them, I just didn't have the change to tell them. Plus, why make more people hare me?

I think the only one's who supported me was Simon and Robert-Izzy's and Alec's father. Robert supported my disicion to keep the baby-at the time, I thought it was one. He was the one I talked to most about my situation with Jace. And since he lived in Idris, he told me that if I had disided to leave the others, go to him and he'd help me find a place to stay.

So that had been the first place I had went. He wasn't too surprised to see me that day either. I told him all about what had happened and he fire-messaged some of his old childhood friends and asked them if I could stay with them. Of course though, he told them about me being pregnant.

Surprisingly, they didn't care. They said any friend of Roberts was welcome to stay with them. So, after that, I went to the Clave and asked them for one request. Just not to tell anyone where I was and to let me go by another name. It was the least they could do for me saving everyone when my father was threatening the world.

Speaking of parents, when my mom found out, she yelled at me. She cursed at me too, calling me all kinds of horrid things. Luke just looked at me with disappointment pouring out of his eyes. I was just glad that I didn't live with them then. Did I mention that she even tried to punch me in my stomach? Yeah, she did. The bitch tried to kill my baby. To this day, I still don't forgive her. If it hadn't been for Luke's speed, she would've killed my baby.

Right after that, I had ran to Simon's house and cried to him. He held me and told me that everything would be OK. He'd been there for me when no one else was. When I had no one. Simon...

I missed him like crazy. I had even named one of my son's after him. He's like my brother, my best friend. The only on I could always count on. And I had just left him without a word. Bet he hates me now too. I deserve it. That's another reason why I hate myself.

He deserves to at least know what happened to me. I'd wanted to call him ever since I had left, but I was just too scared of his reaction. Quit being a chicken Clary! Call him and tell him everything! It's the least you can do after all that he's done for you.

So that's what I decide to do. Silently and ninja like, I leave my kid's room and go to mine right across the hall. I flop on my bed and pick up my cell phone, just staring at it, deciding.

Finally, I dial his old cell number. Hopefully he still has it, because I'll have to try his home number if he didn't. And I really didn't feel like talking to his mom.

One ring. He still has it! Two rings. Maybe he's not going to answer if because he doesn't recognize the number... Three rin- "Hello?"