A/N: Hey there guys! I'm feel like I am nearing the end of this story. It has a few more chapters for sure, but I am definitely leading to the end of this story.

I hope you guys like it.

Clary sat on the bed, resting her feet on the ottoman. It hurt to walk, it hurt to sit, and it hurt to lie down. She was in constant agony, which was driving her mad. She was super cranky, but she had to rely on people right now. She had to try to be nice to her friends, who were being so helpful. It is just so hard to do when she's so uncomfortable all the time.

Clary shifted slightly, grumbling in frustration, as Alec walked inside their apartment. "Hey there." Alec grinned, setting his mail on the counter.

"Hi." She murmured, turning the tv down.

"You still feeling crappy?" He asked, dropping next to her, as he pulled at his tie.

"You have no idea." She heaved a sigh, running her fingers through her hair.

"I'm sorry." He pouted his lips slightly, kicking his feet up with hers.

"I'm wet like everywhere. I'm sweating like a stuffed pig, my breasts are leaking, and I'm peeing myself every five minutes." She grumbled, heaving a sigh.

"Is Jace coming today?" He picked up the remote, quickly moving the topic away from the fluids leaking out of her body.

"I don't know." She shook her head, resting her hand on her stomach. "I'm surprised he is still coming around." She murmured, putting her face in her hands.

"He likes you. Of course he is still going to come around." Alec nudged her softly, scanning over the news headlines.

"I'm a fat pregnant mess." She fought the quiver in her lip, hugging her stomach.

"You are a glowing beacon of life." He smiled at her, putting his hand over hers.

"I'm a mess." She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was serious.

"You're right. You're a mess." He laughed, making her roll her eyes teasingly at him.

"Thank you for agreeing." She rolled her stiff neck around, releasing an irritated breath. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. She was glad her friend was home with her. "I was so mean to him yesterday when he was taking care of me. I felt even worse yesterday then I do today. I feel so bad." She put her hand on her face, inhaling a deep breath.

"Did he do anything wrong?" Alec asked quietly, squeezing her hand.

"No, I just I really wanted him to have sex with me because I read that I can help with the pain, and I was hurting so much. I was having on and off Braxton-Hicks, shortness of breath, and mood swings. I just knew it would make me feel better, but he kept saying no and I just got so angry. He didn't say anything, but he was so frustrated with me." She shook her head, chewing on her lip.

"Sex makes pregnancy feel better?" Alec raised an eyebrow at her, wondering if it was true.

"That is what the internet says, and it makes sense. It can reduce pain, boost immunity, and can increase my mood obviously." She looked over at him, knitting her brow together slightly. "Why do you want to have sex with me? Because I didn't think I was your type, but if your down, I just might take you up on it." She laughed, nudging him with a devious smile.

"Nope, definitely not my type. It was just curiosity." He chuckled, shaking his head. There was a knock at the door, and Alec went to get it. Jace strode into the room, which surprised her. She didn't think he would come around today after her pregnancy melt down the day before.

"Get up and put your slippers on. We are going out." He stated, tossing her the slippers.

"What? No. I feel like trash. I'm not going out in public." She bit out, feeling annoyed by his command. He can't just come in here and boss her around like that.

"Yes, you are. Now put your shoes on." He crossed his arms, seeming very serious.

"I don't think so." She scoffed. She couldn't believe he was giving her attitude like this.

"I will carry you to the car if you do not come willingly." He threatened, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Fine." She snipped, awkwardly reaching down to put her slippers on before following him out the door. Her ankles were killing her, as she waddled to his car. "Where are we going?" She whined, holding onto her back to keep from toppling over.

"You'll see. Trust me. You need it." He opened the car door for her, helping her inside. She sighed in relief when she was off of her feet. He climbed in next to her, starting the car.

"Tell me where we are going?" She snapped, feeling incredibly annoyed that he forced her to get up.

"I'm taking you to a spa for a day for pampering, so stop snapping at me." He sighed, gripping the steering wheel.

"I don't want to go to spa." She groaned, dropping her head back against the chair.

"The benefits of a massage are almost the exact same benefits from having sex. You've been incredibly tense lately, and while I would love devouring you, you only want to have sex to make yourself feel better not because you want me." He explained, making her purse her lips. He was right. She didn't want to have sex because it was him. Honestly, she wanted to have sex with just about anyone right now because she knew that it would make her feel better. "If the massage and the other stuff I bought don't make you any feel better, then fine I'll have sex with you because I can't fight you forever about this. I want to have sex so bad, and it is physically painful for me to say no when you are literally begging me to screw you." He released a soft breath, as he pulled into the parking lot.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, closing her eyes. "You've been so respectful about my boundaries, and now that I am crazed by my hormones, you are still doing that." She propped her elbow against the arm rest, closing her eyes for a second. "I'm just so tired of hurting." She breathed, feeling her eyes begin to water.

"I know you are. This should help that, ok?" He rubbed her arm lightly, trying to encourage her.

"Ok," She nodded, ruffling her curls. "Could you help me in?" She asked, looking over at him.

"Of course," He climbed out of the car, hurrying over to her side. He assisted her out of the car, and she inhaled a deep breath. Her ankles were killing her, as she took a step.

"Can you put your arm around me like this?" She moved his arm in a way that would support her back, which gave her some relief. He helped her inside and to a chair before checking her in. She clasped her hands together, wondering how she got so lucky. He didn't take advantage, he cared about her, and he tended to her needs.

"I have a meeting to get back to, but I'll pick you up when you're done." He kissed her head, cupping her neck lightly so she would look up at him. "I'll see you later." He stroked her cheek lightly, leaning down to peck her lips.

"Yeah, later." She grinned, sliding her hand over his. "Bye." She breathed, as he headed towards the door.

"Clary Fray." A lady walked up to her, smiling brightly.

"Can you help me up?" She held her hand up, and the lady took it.

"So your husband mentioned that you were in some pain?" She asked, leading her down the hallway.

"He isn't my husband." Her cheeks flushed, as they entered a room.

"I'm so sorry. I just assumed." She shook her head, picking up a clipboard.

"It's ok." Clary assured her, leaning against the massage table. "I am in a lot of pain actually. My ankles are constantly aching, my neck is stiff, and my lower back is killing me."

"We will take special care of those areas." She grinned, setting the clipboard aside. "You can disrobe lie on your back on the table. You can cover yourself with that blanket, and I'll knock before I come in."

Clary took a deep breath, stripping out of her clothes before carefully climbing onto the massage table. The table was warm underneath her, and she melted against it. The massage therapist came in, placing something warm behind her neck. She hummed, as she started to massage her shoulders. She closed her eyes, letting herself relax. She hasn't really relaxed in weeks because she had been so uncomfortable.

What seemed like hours later, the massage therapist covered her breast with a towel before rolling the sheet to her hips. Clary suppressed a moan, as the therapist began massaging around her stomach. She didn't realize how ache it was. "I didn't realize I was so sore there." She murmured, taking a steadying breath.

"A lot of women don't." She hummed, working around her stomach. "Roll to your side." She encouraged quietly, as she turned onto her side. Fingers worked expertly on her back, making her feel overly calm. She could feel herself fall asleep, but she forced herself to stay awake because she wanted to enjoy this massage. She could sleep later.

"I'm not going to spend as much time on your feet because after your mud bath you have a pedicure where they will take special care of your ankles." Her massage therapist explained, as she covered her back up with the sheet. "There is a robe hanging right here. If you can out it on, I will be waiting outside to escort you to the mud bath." She stepped outside, leaving Clary alone. It took her a long while to get to her feet because she felt calm for the first time in a while. She couldn't believe that Jace had bought her all of these things.

She stepped out into the hallway, following the massage therapist down the hall. They entered a room with a single tub filled with thick sludge, along with a shower in the corner. She peered over the railing, looking into the tub. "It looks gross." She snickered, sticking her finger in it.

"I know it does, but I promise it is incredibly rejuvenating." She grinned, standing by the door. "Do need any help getting in?" She asked.

"I should be able to get in just fine, getting out might be another story." She teased, resting her hands against the tub.

"I will leave you to it. I'll come back when you need to get out." She backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She slipped out her robe, stepping into the tub. She carefully lowered herself into the mud, and it felt cool against her skin. She rested her head back against the tub, letting herself close her eyes once again.

OoOoO

When she opened her eyes, she realized she was dreaming. Jace had just woken up and was gazing at her. He sighed happily, kissing her softly. She stroked his hair, as she drew away from him. He had bits of gray in his hair, while crow's feet had found his way around his eyes. He was still beautiful.

She sat up slightly when she heard children screaming. She furrowed her brow slightly just before three boys busted into the room. They climbed up onto the bed, jumping onto them. She realized that they were her kids. The oldest had dark hair, while the others had bright blonde. She bit back a smile, gathering the oldest boy in her arms. She kissed his head, as he struggled out of her arms, and jumped towards Jace, who caught him in the air.

"Ok, ok, we are awake." Jace chuckled, ushering the kids off the bed. "We are going to get cleaned up. Jonathan go turn on some cartoons." He ordered, climbing out of bed.

"Yay!" The middle child tumbled out of the room, almost tripping over himself. She giggled quietly, slipping out from under the overs. Just as she was about to follow the kids, Jace grabbed her hand pulling her into the bathroom.

"We have thirty minutes before downstairs goes to hell." He chuckled quietly, kissing her neck softly. He shut the door behind them, tangling their lips together once again. He shimmed her shorts off, lifting her up onto the edge of the sink.

"Oh," she gasped, holding onto his arms. It didn't take her long to realize that her underwear didn't exist, which sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled her right up against him, making her stomach churn with heat. "Don't we need to get cleaned up?" She teased, brushing his hair away from his face.

"We can do it tomorrow morning." He laughed softly, pressing his lips to her neck. She smiled widely, slipping off the counter. "Where are you going?" The way he looked at her made her heart melt. He gazed at her like she was his sun, and it made her soul yearn even more for him.

"Taking a shower. You're welcome to join me." She smiled deviously, peeling her shirt off. He tugged his shirt of his head, quickly following her.

OoOoO

Clary inhaled a sharp breath, when there was a soft knock on the door. She shook her head, recalling the heavenly dream she was just in. She never imaged a life quite like that, but she wanted it. She wanted it so bad. The door opened, and the massage therapist poked her head in.

"Your treatment is done. Are you going to need some help up?" She asked respectfully.

"I think I will." She nodded, grabbing the sides of the tub. The woman assisted her out of the tub, leading her to the shower. "Again rinse off as long as you like, put the robe on when you're done, and I'll take you to your foot massage/pedicure." She explained, leaving her once again.

Clary stepped under the stream of water, scrubbing the clay like dirt from her skin. She shuddered wondering how hot her dream would have been if she had not been disturbed. She shook those thought from her mind because she couldn't think like that. She needed to control her sexual frustration for the moment being.

OoOoO

When she walked back into the waiting room, Jace was there talking on his phone. She glanced at the clock, seeing that she had been here for almost 5 hours. It didn't seem like that long, but she guessed that she needed this time to recuperate. Jace got to his feet, hanging up his phone. "How do you feel?" He asked, holding the sides of her tummy.

"I feel a lot better. Thank you for this. I never would have thought of it." She hugged him, feeling small in his embrace.

"Could we go get some food? I'm really hungry." She held her stomach, looking up at him.

"Yeah," he put his arm around her, as they made their way to his care. "What do you want to eat?" He questioned, holding the door open for her. "Mexican." She smiled, inhaling a small breath.

"As you wish." He bowed dramatically, making her snicker.

They made their way to a restaurant, and they settled in minutes later. She ordered half the menu, which was probably excessive, but leftovers are always good. She couldn't help but think about her dream. She hadn't let herself image that far into the future with him, yet now that she had, she wanted it so bad.

"Jace?" She cleared her throat, feeling a little awkward to bring this topic up.

"Yes?" He took a sip of his beer, leaning against the table.

"What do you image your future like?" She asked, scanning his face.

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders, playing with a chip in the salsa.

"Yes, you do." She stated, crossing her arms.

"I mean, I already told you what I want, I want a family." He shrugged, trying to understand what she meant.

"Yeah, but like, what would your typical day off look like?" She wanted to know if it looked virtually like what she dreamed.

"I don't really know how to explain it." He murmured, shaking his head. "But it feels warm, and bright, and happy." He smiled the same smile he made at her in her dream. Her stomach clenched, knowing that the look wasn't for her, but for the future. She yearned for such a happy future. "Why?" He cocked his head to the side, wondering why she asked.

"I fell asleep during my mud bath, and I had this dream that we were married with three sons. It was a few years in the future obviously, but I just- I would love for that to become a reality. It was so amazing." She breathed, absentmindedly running her finger over the rim of her glass.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at her, making sure it is really what she wants.

"Yeah." She nodded, inhaling a small breath. "Obviously not right now. I don't think I'm ready for that, but I don't know in the future, maybe." She smiled hesitantly, assessing his mood.

"Yeah, maybe." his face split into a grin, as he glanced bashfully away from her.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it! Now I feel like they are actually moving forward with their lives together. Jace is so sweet, and Clary is so hormonal! Lol. She's a mess though because of her pregnancy. It can be a gross experience sometimes.

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