So I got a few questions from some readers that were wondering and I'm completely glad to answer them. So here we go.

Answering your questions:

Q: Why does Clary call her mother Jocelyn? A: I wanted to have her call her mother that because of all of the things that happened over the actual series. I thought about how I would react if my mother did nothing but lie to me for my entire life. I knew that Clary would still love her but not feel as trusting. Thus the reason that Clary calls her mom Jocelyn.

Q: Why is Clary not sleeping with Jace? A: Well, about that… haha. There are two reasons why I chose that for them. One, and the more complex of the two, I thought that I would borrow Clary from Cassandra and I decided that how she flirted and really wanted Jace wasn't what I wanted. Not in the, 'oh I hate her' kind of thing but I didn't want her to be sleeping around with Jace 24/7. I thought that she would want to, get there, and realize that she wasn't ready. I'm a big believer in that teenagers are too young for that. Even if she has her own apartment I didn't want her to be in bed all day and night. I wanted some substance to this and not just lovin', haha. The second one is very simple: I didn't want to write a lemon when I started this story because that's just embarrassing! :)

Q: Why does Clary have her own apartment? A: I didn't want Clare to live with her parents because I wanted Jace around more. I mean, what lady doesn't want him around more?

Thank you for reviewing! I live off of them, lovelies!

DFTBA,

KelseyDockry

"Well, something is going on," I said.

"Don't worry about it, babe," He replied with his arm still above me.

"I will," I ducked out from under him. "But before I interrogate my mother and torture you, I promised Max that I'd take him to Lonely Planet."

He caught me by my waist and pulled me back into him. "Do you have to?" He asked before kissing my shoulder. He knew that I fell into him every time his lips brushed my skin from behind. I knew that he knew that so I didn't let it work this time.

"Yes, I do have to." I tried to get his golden arms off of my waist but couldn't quite loosen them. "Jace, let go."

"No thanks." He held on tighter.

"Jace Lightwood, if you don't let go of me I might have to kick your ass."

He leaned his mouth down to my ear and whispered, "I'd like to see you try."

"Don't doubt me, sweetie." I caught him off guard and tore out of his arms. "Would you like to come book shopping with Max and me?"

"I don't know if Max would like that much. He likes to have you alone as much as the rest of my family does."

"I doubt that's the case, come with me."

"What do I get in return?" He asked. I walked the foot between us and pressed my lips to his.

"That," I said, blushing.

"Deal."

We put our shoes on and I locked the door. The walk to the Institute was short and familiar. We got into the elevator and arrived on the floor that Max slept on. We started on our way to his room when Maryse came around the corner. "Oh hello, you two," she said, shocked.

"Good morning, Maryse," I said to her.

"Hello, mother," Jace said. It was obvious to me that he was trying not to lose his temper. I wonder if she could see it too.

"Hello, Jace. Clary, could I speak to him alone, please?"

"Um, of course. I'll just go grab Max…" I turned on my heel and walked down the hall to Izzy's room.

"Alec, if that's you! I'm going to kill you!" Izzy screamed when I closed her door.

"Iz, it's me," I said.

"Oh, hi." She came out of the closet and jumped over piles of jump. "What's up?"

"I came here to get Max but Maryse stole Jace so…"

"She did?" Izzy seemed to worry because she almost tripped over a pile of clothes.

"Yeah."

"What did she want?"

"I'm not sure, why?"

"Oh… no reason."

"Okay then."

"Why don't you go save him then?" She proposed.

"Save him from what?"

"Well you calm him and he's just going to get angry at her if they're alone."

"Okay," I said and walked out of the door. "What is going on with everyone today?" I wondered out loud.

I walked down the hall in an attempt to find him when I heard Maryse's angry voice. I don't understand why she hates me so much lately. I haven't done anything to her son or any of her kids for that matter.

"Jace, you don't understand. You are way too young to be so serious with a girl, especially her."

"What the hell do you mean 'especially her'? What has she done to you to make you so bitter?" He hissed back.

"She's seventeen years old and has never been trained! You really want her to be the one you spend your life with? How is she going to help you as a Shadowhunter?"

"Damn it, Maryse. She's stronger than you were at seventeen. And I didn't say anything about marrying her!"

"I'm not an idiot; I've seen the way you look at her when she hasn't noticed. You get that enchanted look on your face when you're thinking about her. I'm your mother, I see these things."

I felt bad for listening in on them so I walked back down the hallway. The fact that this was my fault ate at me but I knew that they would work it out. Maryse had never hated me before so I'd have to address that later. Those thoughts tugged at me on my way to Max. I found him with Alec in the training room. I assumed they'd finished and showered already because Max's shaggy hair was damp and flipping out of place. "Hey, Clary!" He said.

"Hi, Max. Alec, are you two done here?"

"Yeah, just finished. Go ahead and steal him."

"Will do! I'll see you later then."

"Are we going to Lonely Planet?" Asked Max while we were walking down to grab Jace.

"Yep, can you go and get Jace for me?" I requested.

"Okay!" He ran off down the hall to get him and I went to the kitchen because I saw Izzy go down that way.

The kitchen contained Izzy, Aline, and the start of what I was sure would be the worst food served in the world today. "Iz, why don't you take today off with cooking?" I asked.

"Well if I don't cook nobody will!"

"Well I think that they can survive on their own sandwiches."

"But-" She began to argue.

"Izzy, your cooking sucks and she's trying to make you feel better. Back away from the stove and nobody gets hurt," said Jace, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest. Max had the same look on his face and folded his arms in the same way. I wonder if he notices exactly how much he looks up to my boyfriend.

"Well fine, hot-shot. I'd like to see you try and cook for all of these people!"

"Jace isn't actually a bad cook," I put in.

"Shut up, Clary!"

"Clare, let's go," said Jace before sticking his tongue out at his sister.

"Yeah, leave!" Izzy said, throwing a ladle at him. He dodged it perfectly and I caught it before it smashed into the wall.

I pulled Jace out of the room by the arm before Izzy could chuck the fridge at him. "You need to learn how to behave yourself."

"Oh, I know how to behave. I really know how to behave with you," He said, pulling me back into him and kissing my neck.

"Ew, ew, ew, ew, ewwwwwwwww!" Max sang when he turned to see us.

I pushed back at Jace who pleaded, "He won't be scarred for life if I take you back to my room for a minute will he?" into my ear.

"I might be," I whispered after he let go.

"Baby, nothing could be scarred by this," he pointed to himself. "Especially you, you'll never be scarred by this sexiness."

"I think you're underestimating yourself."

"The only thing that may scar you is the jealousy."

"I doubt that I'll ever be jealous of your manly abs, Jace."

"Well, what if the jealousy of other women scars you?"

"I think I'll be fine as long as I get to touch your biceps."

"Will you two please stop? I think I'm going to puke," Max said.

I blushed while Jace retorted, "Maxwell, I don't think that you understand where babies come from yet. It's a beautiful process, really. But I'm worried that it might take you longer to understand than other kids."

"Jace!" I scolded.

"What? He ought to know where they come from. Max, when two people love each other very much, they put aside their differences and…"

"Why'd you stop?" Asked Max.

"That's where Full House left off."

"Alright, we're here. Can we stop embarrassing ourselves?" I requested.

"If you insist. Go ahead, Maxy. Go wild."

Jace and I stayed back for a moment while Max found his nerdy friends and they geeked out over some new edition of Vampire Knight. I scanned the racks of books as Jace wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. I stopped reading the names and listened to his breathing. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked me.

"I don't know. I just want to be with you. And don't get me anything big; in fact, you don't have to get me anything at all."

"That won't work; it's too late for that request. And you need to give me more than just being with me. Unless you mean… being with me."

"I'm not sure about that one. Can't we just hang out together? It's no big deal."

"Eighteen is a big deal, Clary. You're an adult now."

"Well you're eighteen and nothing is different with how you act."

"Yes but you're you and I'm me. I'm like a little boy; you could be taking away my toys."

"I'm already grounding you from a few things, wouldn't you say?"

"All in due time, love."

"Clary?" Max asked from behind us.

I turned to see five young boys and his arms carrying three books. "Hey, guys."

The other boys looked too scared to talk. They stared at me like they'd never seen a girl before. "Hey, they wanted to know if you know how to read manga."

"Yeah, where do you think he learned how to read?" I pointed at myself.

"Exactly," Max added proudly. "I'm ready to go then."

"Okay, let's go and check you out."

We went to the counter and I pulled out my wallet to pay. The person behind the counter was a girl I knew from when I went to school with Simon. Her name is Alexis; she was blonde, short, and curvy. "Welcome to Lonely Planet, how can I make your orbit less- Clary?"

"Hi, Alex. How are you?" I responded.

"Great," she stared at Jace. "Man, I haven't seen you in almost a year! Wait, who are they?"

"This is Max," I said, putting my arms on his shoulders. "And this is Jace." He smiled at her.

"And they are…?" She questioned, still staring at Jace.

"Jace is my boyfriend." Her face fell slightly. "And Max is his little brother."

"I'm not little!" Protested Max.

Jace pulled Max into a headlock and said, "You sure about that, hot stuff?"

"Okay, Jace. Now isn't the time. Settle down, boys," I chastised.

Jace let him go and Max put his books on the counter before punching Jace in the stomach. Alex rang us up while we chatted about the last nine months of not seeing each other. "Well we need to see each other more often! You, Simon, Jace, and I should hang out some time!" She said before we left.

"Totally going to happen!" I said as we went out.

"I'm not little…" Max said.

"Yes you are, Max," Jace said.

"I could beat you down!" He retorted.

"Is that a threat, kid?"

"More like a challenge!"

I smiled at my little family and laughed with them. Jace picked Max up and threw him, books and all, over his shoulder. He carried Max like that despite the protests of both Max and me. People on 7th Avenue stared at us like we were crazy but we just laughed. Max wasn't put down until we got out of the elevator on his floor. We set him down and he ran into his room with only a "Bye, Clary," shouted as a farewell.

"Back to the lady's place?" Jace asked, pressing the button to get back down to the street.

"Yes, please," I requested.

"Your turn," he said.

"Wha-" I started but was swept off of my feet and swung into his arms, bridal style. "Jace!"

"It's called chivalry."

"I thought that was dead!" I laughed.

"As dead as Latin."

"Latin is a dead language!" I argued.

"Non est enim mortua Latin omnino diligaris."

I stared at him for a while, "Show off."

He laughed and continued to carry me in his strong arms. We got near my building when I pushed his chest. "Down," I requested.

"Are you sure that you don't want my chivalry?"

"Not now, the doorman might think I've broken myself."

He set me down at the door and the doorman pulled it open for us. "Good evening, Clary," he smiled at me.

"Hi, Maurice," I replied, smiling.

The second we got behind the door to the stairs, Jace flipped me back up in his arms. "Put me down, Lightwood! I told you not to do that!"

"I like this, actually."

We got to my apartment and a letter was propped up on the door. "What's that?" He asked as he set me down.

"Not sure," I responded, confused. We went in and I tore it open.

To Clarissa and Jace,

You've been formally invited to a party at the high warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane's abode. We will be expecting you in two days dressed formally.

Sincerely,

Magnus Bane

"Hmm, figures," I said.

"Tired. Bed!" Jace groaned. Her scurried off to my room and changed into his pajama pants. I decided to tease him tonight so I went into the closet and changed into something different than just his t-shirt. I pulled on one of the lacy slips that Magnus had insisted I buy and tried not to catch myself in the mirror.

"Hey, Clare, can you… whoa," He said when I walked out. I could feel the blush creep up my cheeks and I kept my eyes off of Jace's. Climbing into bed and turning the light off, I laid down on my side and tried not to be embarrassed by the staring that I could feel. Although, the momentary ego boost from Jace's eyes practically rolling out of head was nice. "Clary," he called.

"Yes?"

"Look at me."

I turned.

He pulled me against his chest and whispered, "Happy birthday." I glanced at the clock, 12:00, it read.

"I love you," I breathed back at him.

Well, that's all for now. Going on vacation so I might not upload much this week. I feel horrible about that but I can't help it. Thank you for the reviews and the read. Also, thanks for being so amazing, lovelies. Good bye, darlings.

DFTBA,

KelseyDockry