Hello, lovelies. Please forgive me for this chapter, it's not very good after the last one. I promise that the next one will be much better. Stick around for the announcement in the end Author's Note. I'll be picking words from reviewers again. Please understand my writer's block. Forgive me of my typos. I'm so sorry, darlings.

DFTBA!,

KelseyDockry

"What time is it?" I asked Jace.

He looked at the large clock on the wall behind me. "Nine o'clock," he said.

"Nine o'clock? We've been talking for two hours."

"Yes we have."

"I'm supposed to meet with Jocelyn and Luke!"

"When?" He asked, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Fifteen minutes!"

"That's plenty of time." I moved to sit up but he pulled me back against his chest.

"Jace, let go. There is not enough time for you to play."

"What if I want to play with my fiancé?" He asked, putting emphasis on the last word.

"I think that we'll have plenty of time for that later."

"When later?"

"You pick a time."

He waited for a moment. "Now," he said, rolling over so that I was under him. I reached up to brush his cheek with my hand.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he said with a smile.

"Play time's over," I said in his ear.

"Noooooooo," he drew out the word in a whining fashion.

"Come on, Jacey, let's go see Mom and Dad in law."

"But I want to play," he said, trailing a finger from my neck to my mid-stomach.

"We have thirteen minutes, no playing."

"I don't think you know how much I can do in thirteen minutes."

"I can only guess," I said before pushing him off of me. I tugged my shirt into place and blew my hair out of my eyes.

"Hey… you want to try something new?" He asked excitedly.

I eyed him suspiciously. "What kind of new?" I asked.

"Fun new!" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Just close your eyes and don't attack me."

"Oh, you really have a way with words don't you?" I said but closed my eyes anyway. I felt his hands on me and my gravity was thrust away. "Can I open my eyes now?"

"Give it a moment," he said before I felt air rushing around us. "Okay, open your eyes but do not freak out."

"… Okay," I opened my eyes and pushed back a gasp. We were on the very edge of a window sill on the top of the Institute. I looked over his shoulder at the greenhouse; the big greenhouse where I'd first kissed and pledged to marry Jace. I wanted to be there again. I did not, however, want to be back on this ledge again.

"Ready?" He asked. I had no time to answer because he had decided to clutch me tighter and jump off of the ledge! I suppressed a scream and pushed my head into his shoulder. I felt us land and push off again so I had to look again. We approached the ground at a freaky speed and he touched roof multiple times. We touched earth and my heart began to slow before I could drop out of his arms.

"What… the hell… was that?" I asked in between pants.

"Did I scare you?" He smirked.

"I'm going to kill you," I yelled, walking away from him. "I'm gonna kill you and they'll never find the body."

"I'd like to see you try," he taunted.

I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up with me. A dagger jumped into my hand from my bag and barely touched his abdomen. I put my lips to his ear and said very calmly, "You sure about that?"

"You are the sexiest woman to ever walk this planet."

"You don't need to tell me something that I already know," I said.

He got down on his knees and grabbed my hands. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me and never leave."

"Deal. And while I love to see you begging on your knees, you should get up now."

"Okay, but will you do me a favor?"

"Depends," I said.

"Never change."

"As long as you don't," I replied.

"Do we have to go to see your parents? Can we just go back to your apartment?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to be with you."

"Not today, Jace."

"Not like that," he paused. "Well I wouldn't be opposed to it but that's not what I was talking about."

"After we see my parents."

"I'm holding you to that," he warned. The walk to my parent's house would have been normal with his hand in mine and my shoulder pressed under his but the weight on my left ring finger was impossible to ignore. The ring seemed to get heavier and heavier as we got closer to my parent's place. I'm certain that it was just my nerves that came from telling my parents that Jace had proposed and we are getting married. Even if he did ask permission they don't know that it happened today. My mind continued to worry until I began to think about people pushing us to have kids. I'm not against kids at all but after you get married that seems to be the only thing that people ask you about. We walked up and behind the bookstore to Luke and Jocelyn's house.

"Don't be nervous," Jace said when we'd gone up the porch and to the door. "You'll be fine and they're happy for you."

"I love you," I said, pulling him closer into a small and short kiss. He smiled against my lips and moved his head back, leaning over me to push the door bell.

"Get ready," he told me, taking my hand in his and gripping it tightly.

"Happy birthday, Clary," Luke said in his deep voice when he'd opened the door. He pulled me into a hug while Jace continued to hold my left hand.

"Is it Clary?" Jocelyn yelled from upstairs.

"Yes," Luke called up to her. "Come in, you two."

"Clary!"Jocelyn caught me in a bear hug when she'd made it downstairs. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, mom," I said.

"I cannot believe that it has been eighteen years since you've been born! That is insane," she said. Luke nodded and ushered us upstairs. We sat in the kitchen Jace sat beside me on the bench at the table. "Coffee?" Jocelyn offered.

"Please!" I said.

"Sure," Jace responded. He looked over at me with a soft smile.

"So, Clary, what have you done for your birthday so far?" Luke asked.

I blushed at the memory of almost sleeping with Jace twice in one day. "Uh, we hung out with everyone at the Institute."

"Sounds nice," Jocelyn said, handing cups to Jace and me. The door bell rang and Luke went out to answer it.

I took a sip in the awkward silence and Jocelyn grabbed my left hand. "Clary!" She said with an examining glare at the ring. "Wh- when?"

"An hour and a half ago," I said nervously.

"Oh, Jace, it's so beautiful! Clary, you're so lucky!" She put her ring up next to mine and studied them together, frowning for a moment before smiling widely at me.

"Guess who's here," Luke said, coming up the stairs.

"Hello, Lyn," I heard a more sophisticated Isabelle sounding voice say.

"Hi, Maryse!" Jocelyn said. I ripped my hand back and gave her a keep-quiet look.

"Jace, Clary, I didn't know you were here," Robert said with a smile. "Happy birthday, I didn't get a chance to wish you one earlier."

"Thank you, Robert."

"Happy birthday, Clary," Maryse said with an equally real looking smile.

"Thanks," I said. I wondered why she was being so nice. Jocelyn's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. She was obviously wanted to tell the two of them.

"How is your birthday so far?" Robert asked me.

"Great, really great. Perfect, actually," I said.

"And what made it so perfect?" He questioned still wearing his smile.

I looked at Jace and his eyes hushed me. He wanted to tell his parents and that was only fair.

"I proposed," he said calmly. His profile held a slight flush, and a ghost of a smile. He gently took my left hand and put it on the table.

"Wh-What?" Robert stammered. That had to be the first time I'd ever seen him stumble over anything.

"I asked her to marry me in the greenhouse tonight and she said yes," Jace's voice confident, calm, and collected.

Maryse smiled and took my hand, examining my engagement ring. My engagement ring! I couldn't get enough of that! "Jace, this is so gorgeous. Congratulations, both of you. Are you excited?" She asked, beaming.

"You have no idea! I'm so thrilled!" I said. We both forgot how mad she had been and were like giddy school girls for a split second. Robert's mouth had stopped hanging open in the comical cartoon way it had been and he stared at his adoptive son. His son stared back with poise, the small smile still dominating his expression and his eyes piercing deep into Robert's. I saw Robert switch his gaze from Jace, to my ring, and back again. Jocelyn and Maryse were talking in high pitched voices and planning their own version of our wedding which I'm sure will never be the actual plans.

"We're going to be related officially!" Jocelyn said.

"I know! And we'll have the same grandchildren," Maryse squealed. I quietly choked on my coffee at her comment. We didn't talk for much after that because Jace and I had gotten lost in their grandchildren and marriage talk. We politely excused ourselves and left the house.

"Grandbabies, huh?" He asked with a smile. He looked down at the ground and moved his hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, they seemed, er, pretty excited about that."

"You know, we don't need to have kids right away. As long as we're happy together I don't need them. I mean, I'd like to have a few eventually but I think I'll just enjoy the option to get in your pants any chance I get." I gave him a look. "Kidding. I'm just saying that I don't see you as some vessel with which I use to bear my children."

"Well as long as I'm not only a womb to you I'm happy," I joked. "And I want to have babies. I'm just not sure if I want to have a newborn at nineteen even if I am married to the most important and caring man I've ever met."

"Well we can talk about having a family later. Let's go home."

"Which home?" I asked.

"Ours," he said before pulling me in the direction of my apartment. We walked the walk that we'd gone on countless times for the first time as official fiancées. As anyone in my head would be able tell, I was obsessing over that.

We ended up on the couch watching TV. I'd changed into shorts, a t-shirt, and one of Jace's sweatshirts that, on my tiny frame, swallowed me completely. He'd changed into his sweatpants and dark t-shirt. This was our usual routine when watching television shows that we would never admit to anyone we watched. A few of these shows were Criminal Minds, Merlin, the Big Bang Theory, Greek, and the only show that I watch to make fun of him: The Bachelor. I have never and will never want to watch that show. Why do I watch it? Because if I watch it, Jace watches it. And Jace gets way into television. We watch a lot of action shows together because it is a highly unknown but very true fact that Shadowhunter instincts kick in when we see or read about action, however fake it is. So I find it completely hilarious to see Jace's face and feel him move when we were watching a fight scene. He was squished up against the back of the couch with his arm draped over me. A fight scene broke out and every muscle in his body tightened. Mine did too for a moment but I told myself that it was way too stupid to respond to. I took a breath to relax them and reached forward to the coffee table. I was about to grab a snack when the hold he had on me restricted how far I could reach. My middle fingertip was about a centimeter from the blue striped bag.

"Un," I groaned. "Red Vines!" I said, looking back at Jace with puppy dog eyes.

"You are a three year old. You are a three year old and I am like your babysitter," he said, releasing me. I sat up and grabbed a Red Vine.

"What the hell can't they do?" I referenced. I stood after that and he grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?" His grip was at the bottom of the gray sweatshirt and hovering just under my bottom. "Reid is about to go to the doctors about his headache and go insane. You can't leave me now in this suspense."

"I already know what's going to happen anyway."

"You do not! This is a new episode!" He argued.

"Every episode is the same, Jace. Woman is killed, two more were dead before, they kill three more, they find him about to kill, and save the last victim."

"Don't lie. You don't know that that is going to happen?"

"Fine, do you want to make a bet that that is what happens?" I asked, plopping back down on the couch and folding myself.

"Yes, yes I would."

We sat there and stared at the screen together for the next twenty minutes.

"I win. I win, I win, I win, I win, I win!" I sang at him.

"Fine, you win the bet."

"Do you know what this means?" He sighed. "You have to come with me to tell Simon and all of the others about the engagement."

"Do I get a prize?"

"Why would you get a prize? You lost," I pointed out.

"That doesn't mean I can't trick you into a prize."

"I'm smarter than that."

He twisted his arm further around me, pulling me back into him. He pushed my hair back and kissed my neck once before whispering, "You sure about that?"

"That wouldn't be a prize for you," I pointed out. His arm turned me to him and his lips claimed mine.

"Clare, when are you going to give yourself credit for how incredible you are?"

I smiled and pushed my head into his shoulder. We fell asleep like that.

Hey, readers. I'm so, so, so sorry about this chapter. I've tried to rewrite, like, ten times and I just have really terrible writer's block. I promise that I'll try and write a much better story. If any of you have any advice for writer's block or something like it you should really put it in the reviews. :) I know that this took forever to upload but I have a solution to that wait! I've created a FaceBook fan page called KelseyDockry from FanFiction. I'll be updating there and if you like it, you'll be much more likely to have more of a say of what is in and what isn't in my story here. Also, you'll get updates on where I am and all that fun stuff. Thank you, lovelies!

DFTBA!,

KelseyDockry