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I woke up to an annoying buzzing sound invading my left ear. I groaned, still feeling horrible, as I opened my eyes and saw my phone lighting up and it moved around- from its vibrating. I sat up, briefly wondering where Jace was, and then I picked up my phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?" I grumbled hoarsely, trying to clear my throat.

"Clary?" My mother's voice asked. "Clary, thank God, are you okay? I have called you three times!"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I was asleep." I told her, where was Jace? I thought he texted her.

There was an edge to her voice when she spoke next, "I know, Jace called me earlier; he said that you were asleep in his bed after getting sick last night, after a mission where you two were in the pouring rain. Young lady, what were you thinking?" I rolled my eyes at this, I loved my mother but when she goes into 'mom mode' there was no stopping her.

"Well I was thinking that I had to kill the demons from killing me first." I replied, then I cursed myself; this was not going to sit well with her.

"Excuse me?" She asked her voice sharpening in anger.

"I'm sorry, mom," I apologized, "I really am sick and you woke me up in the middle of my nap." I yawned for good measure.

"Alright," Her tone softened immediately, "I'm sorry, you can go back to sleep I guess… but be back at Luke's house by two o'clock okay?"

Two o'clock? Wow that is generous. It is only nine isn't it? I looked to the clock beside Jace's bed and noticed that it was already one. I gasped in surprise.

"Clary? What? What is it? What's wrong?" Mom asked frantically.

"Nothing," I whispered, "I didn't realize it was already one o'clock is all."

"Yes, I suppose you slept for a long time because Jace called me at eight in the morning. You must be really sick. I'm sorry, baby." Jocelyn apologized.

I smiled, "Thank you, Mom. I actually feel a little better now."

"Good, well I will let you sleep but be home soon." Mom replied.

"Okay." I nodded to no one.

"Okay, I love you and I will see you in a few."

"I love you too, bye."

"Bye." She hung up the phone. I hung up as well and looked around Jace's room. Jace must have cleaned again because I could see my clothes from yesterday neatly folded on his dresser; they were probably washed and dried as well on top of them was a white piece of paper. A note.

I got up, intending to get the note, but I almost tripped over my pants. I looked down at myself and realized that I was in Jace's clothes; a black shirt and some grey sweatpants. When had he done this? I thought hard to remember and did recall Jace pulling these pants up over me to warm me up. I smiled because I would never deserve someone like Jace.

I rolled up the pants at the waistband and made my way over to the dresser. Picking up the note.

Clary,

I'm sorry if you wake up and I am not there, Maryse made me get out of bed. I didn't want to wake you up, because you simply looked to peaceful and beautiful. If you are looking for me, I will be in the training room, come find me before you go.

–Jace

I smiled at the note he was so caring and loving. I changed into my clothes from yesterday, grabbed my phone, the note, I folded Jace's clothes placing them in my hands with the note on top and made my way to the training room.

When I walked into the training room, I saw Jace hitting a punching bag. He was shirtless with some black sweatpants hung low on his hips. As always, my heart quickened at the sight of him and my sickness quickly went away.

"Hey! Look who is finally awake!" Jace yelled noticing me. "What've you got there?" He abandoned the punching bag to run over to me. I was actually surprised to see him alone in the training room.

"Hi," I whispered accepting his hug, "These are your clothes, I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to wash them, but thank you." Jace looked at me incredulously, "What? Do you want me to go wash them?" I asked nervously.

"Clary," Jace sighed laughing slightly, "You are so cute. Keep them. I want you to keep them."

I looked down at the clothes and up to him, "But they don't fit me."

"I would be surprised and slightly concerned if they did." Jace said matter-of-factly as he moved a piece of red hair behind my ear.

"Jace, thank you but I don't think-"Jace kissed me to stop my refusal. Then, he took off my jacket to reveal a navy blue tank top, took his shirt out of my hands, and then pulled over my head. Like yesterday, the shirt was baggy, warm, and smelled completely like Jace.

"At least keep the shirt, it is too little for me anyway." Jace shrugged.

"Thank you, Jace." I whispered hugging him tightly again.

"It's the least I could do after what you mean to me. Besides, out of sight out of mind and I always want to be thought of under those pretty red curls."

"You are in my every thought," I whispered then I sighed sadly, "I guess I need to get home." We pulled away from each other and I handed him his sweatpants, he handed me my jacket, and then put his sweatpants on the ground to cup my face and kiss me. "Jace?" My mind was quickly going into mush from Jace's hands on my waist.

"Yes?"

"I need to get home." I repeated, even to my ears my voice sounded unconvincing.

"Five more minutes." Jace whined keeping his face close to mine.

I laughed, "I am going to get you sick, Jace. Go take a shower, you stink."

"I don't care," Jace replied stubbornly then seeing that I was not going to kiss him again he ran over to wear he left his shirt and pulled it over his head, "Let me walk you home."

Anymore refusals were denied as he took my hand and all but pushed me out of the Institute. When we boarded the train, Jace sat me down on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, ignoring the googily-eyed girls who kept looking his way.

"I guess we won't be able to recreate what happened last night." Jace whispered in my ear.

I blushed feverishly remembering our night of passion; Jace took this as a good sign.

"Don't worry," He said softly, "We will get to repeat soon. If you want I can come back tonight and we can secretly have fun in your room." His voice was now mischievous.

I blushed brighter red, "Jace-"

He interrupted immediately, "I take that as a 'yes', I am too irresistible. How could any woman say no?"

I gave him a shocked look.

"Not that I go around asking women for sex." He added quickly.

I laughed despite him always ruining the moment by talking, "Somehow I love you."

"I love you too, Clary." He chuckled lightly.

The train stopped and we exited, we walked to Luke's house and Jace was oddly quiet. I looked at him but he just walked beside me, squeezing my hand at times, with a slight smile on his face. I opened the door to Luke's house with a knock beforehand.

"Clary!" My mom yelled running up to hug me. "I was so worried!"

"Don't worry, mom," I returned the embrace. She let go of me and then Luke hugged me.

"Thank you, Jace; for taking such good care of Clary." Mom said.

"You're welcome," Jace replied with a smile, "I will always take care of Clary. I promise." Jace wrapped an arm around my shoulder after he shook Luke's hand. I rolled my eyes at his promise; Jace was still trying to win over my mom's love. It looked like it was working, however, because Mom looked over him in approval.

"So I guess we will see you at dinner, Jace?" Luke spoke for the first time.

"What? You are coming to dinner?" I asked Jace.

"Yes," Jace smiled at me.

"We wanted to surprise you." Jocelyn explained.

"Consider me surprised then." I nodded.

Jace chuckled, "We arranged it on the phone this morning, still 6:30 right?" He asked Luke.

Luke nodded, "Still 6:30."

"Okay," Jace nodded back then looked down at me, "I think we need to get you back in bed. Joce—Miss Fray, I just gave her some Dayquil last night." He told my Mom.

Mom laughed, "Jace you can call me Jocelyn it is okay," Jace nodded, "I will give her that too, thank you."

"If it is alright with you," Jace asked, "can I put her in bed?"

Jocelyn looked surprised and Luke shrugged and said, "Sure. I'll get the medicine right now." He walked into the kitchen. Luke returned a moment later with a glass of water and a pill, he handed them to Jace.

"Alright," I said awkwardly, "Goodnight then." I knew the pill would put me to sleep again.

They all laughed, "Goodnight baby, I love you." Mom hugged me tightly.

"We will wake you up before dinner." Luke nodded behind my mother.

"I love you too, thank you Luke." I replied before Jace and I made our way to the guest bedroom. We opened the door and Jace placed the pill and water on the bedside table before he kissed my cheek and laid down on the bed with his hands behind his head smirking at me.

"Don't get to hungry to eat my body yet," Jace said, "You need to go get changed into more comfortable clothes."

I rolled my eyes before taking off my jacket and moving to my dresser, "I can't believe they didn't ask me about your shirt."

"Maybe they think it is as adorable on you as I do." Jace suggested.

I laughed, "I don't think that is likely. I think they were just happy to see me." I replied before taking off the shirt and throwing it to him.

"Clary, I told you to keep this." Jace said confused. I turned to him.

"I know, but I want it to smell like you." I admitted blushing pink.

Jace grinned at me, "Oh really? How do I smell?"

I shrugged, "You smell like Jace."

"I wonder why." Jace muttered before pulling the shirt over his head. I pulled out some clothes to change into before making my way to the bathroom. "Hey, hey, hey! Stop right there!"

"What?"

"Come now, Clary," Jace got up from the bed and walked over to me, "I have seen everything, so why don't you get in front of the bed and give your Jace a little something?"

"That could be considered offensive." I pointed out.

"Aww, baby I'm sorry," Jace started to kiss my neck, "I didn't mean it like that."

"I forgive you, but I am not going to become a stripper for you."

"I thought you loved me," Jace joked with a smile before he took my lips in his. Instantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my hands through his golden hair. With all my strength I pulled away from him.

"I do love you." I whispered before walking over to the bathroom, went in and changed. I walked out and Jace was back on the bed and I sat down beside him, kissing his cheek.

"I love you too." Jace replied to me from earlier. He picked up the pill and cup of water from the dresser fed me the pill and let me drink the water before he placed it back on the dresser. I lay down beside him and he wrapped an arm around me while taking my hand and placed them on his stomach.

"So," I whispered snuggling into his shoulder, "When were you going to tell me that you were coming over for dinner?" I asked, already feeling drowsy from the pill.

"That would be when I came over for dinner, love." Jace replied.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"That is a trivial question, Fray."

I yawned loudly and Jace let out a chuckle, "Go to sleep. I love you."

"Love you…" I yawned again.

Jace let go of the hand on his stomach and started to stroke my cheek with his fingertips, "I will be back at dinner. Go to sleep, close your beautiful eyes." I complied closing my eyes and falling asleep instantly.

"Clary? Wake up, Clary." I heard followed by someone shaking my body. I opened my eyes to see Luke standing awkwardly beside my bed. "Get up, it is five."

I sat up, "Okay. Thank you for waking me." Luke nodded before leaving the room to let me get dressed.

I desperately needed a shower so I took a quick one, blow drying my hair until it was dried and only slightly wavy instead of the Hermione Granger curls I usually had. I walked back out to my bedroom only covered by a fluffy white towel.

On my dresser was a folded black shirt with a white piece of paper on top of it.

This along with my heart belongs to you. –Jace

I smiled at the note before I picked up the shirt and smelled it; to my enjoyment it smelled exactly like Jace's sent. I smiled wider, pulling open my closet I paused for a moment to decide what to wear. I decided on a purple tank top, black pleated skirt, and a jean jacket. Also, I slipped on some purple flats that Isabelle had bought for me.

After that, I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. Jocelyn was being supermom and was working on the stove and also placing something in the oven.

"Hey mom," I announced my arrival, "Something smells delicious."

"Clary," Mom embraced me tightly before returning to the stove, "Thank you. I am making lasagna, which is in the oven, and I am also making tortellini. Will you grab the pasta sauce? It is in the refrigerator." I got it and handed it to her, "Thanks. Are you feeling better?"

I nodded, "A lot better."

"That is great. I am glad you are feeling better."

"Where is Luke?"

"He went to the grocery store," Mom replied, "He is getting some refreshments."

"Okay. Do you want me to help you with anything?"

"No, I am okay here. Will you go set the table please?"

"Sure." I nodded; going to the cabinets to get four plates, four glasses, and four sets of silverware before I walking into the dining room juggling it all between my small hands.

I had finished two places when an arm came around my waist which grabbed the plates and such from my hands, a kiss landed on my cheek, and blonde hair was seen out of my left eye. I smiled and my heart quicken immediately.

"I thought you were supposed to come at 6:30." I murmured.

"It is 6:15; I thought I would come over earlier for good measure." Jace told me.

I turned in his arms and a red rose was suddenly in my vision. I gave Jace an incredulous look.

"You did not get me a rose." I muttered.

"I did," Jace smiled as I heard him set the plats down behind me, "If you don't like it, I could give it to Jocelyn; maybe that will make her like me a little more."

"That or she could think that you want her to be your cougar."

Jace smiled; before he grabbed my hands and placed them on his face then he leaned forward and kissed me all too briefly, "Hello."

I laughed, "Hi." I was momentarily amazed at how much love and adoration was held between the two short words.

"I missed you," Jace said, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better," I replied, "Jace what is with you and leaving me notes?"

Jace grinned, "I find it romantic and it is adventurous for you to find them."

I rolled my eyes dropping my hands from his face, "Help me set the table."

Jace and I set the table together; he followed closely behind me carrying the plates and glasses in his hands while I placed the silverware down. Every time I would stop Jace would kiss the back of my neck. We finished and I turned to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You look nice." I whispered and he did he was wearing the blue destroyed jeans from the other day and also the navy blue colored shirt with a few buttons open to top it off he wore a black leather jacket.

"You looked beautiful." Jace replied running his eyes slowly from my feet to the top of my head.

"Clary? Are you done setting the table?" Mom's voice called from the kitchen.

"Yes, mom!" I said loudly back, I kissed Jace quickly before I grabbed his hand and lead him towards the kitchen. "Did she let you in?" I asked him.

"Yes. I think she is beginning to like me more and more," Jace said looking over at me, "Still, don't be jealous if I give her a few smiles at dinner." He winked at me.

We entered the kitchen and I saw that mom was completely done with cooking; everything looked fantastic.

"Great, thank you," Mom replied to me, "Everything is ready and Luke just got home. Jace, do you like lasagna or tortellini?"

"I love them both as long as you have tomato sauce." Jace replied with a breathtaking smile, I found myself blushing and he wasn't even talking to me.

"I do," Jocelyn smiled back, "What kind of beverages do you like?"

"Water will be great, thanks." Jace nodded, letting go of my hand to place his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.

"Clary would you like water as well?" Mom asked.

"Sure, thank you." I replied, mom walked to get the pitcher of water she had poured but before she could Jace let go of me and grabbed the pitcher before she could.

"I'll get that for you." Jace smiled at her, I rolled my eyes at him.

"Thank you, Jace." Mom said approvingly as Jace walked into the dining room. "I am starting to like him, Clary." She whispered to me as Jace returned; he pulled me close again. I smiled up at him.

Luke walked in the door next, "Okay Jace is here? Let's eat! I am starving!"

"I am too." Jace nodded shaking Luke's hand.

"Well, I hope we have a lot of food, mom" I muttered, "Jace will eat three servings."

Mom laughed, "Will he? Luke will too. Eat as much as you want, because we will have leftovers for days."

Jace looked down at me, "That is an offer I cannot deny." He kissed my forehead before disappearing for a moment to grab the four plates and distributed them to everyone. He gave the last to me with a smile. "Ladies first." He motioned me with a grand wave.

"That is an offer I cannot deny." I whispered looking into his darkening golden eyes.

Luke cleared his throat, "Jocelyn why don't you go first? Since you cooked everything."

"Um… sure." Mom looked shocked.

We all made our plates and sat down in our places; Jace beside me and Luke beside mom. The dinner went well for Jace, however I tried not to look at him because I didn't want to give mom any reason to not like him, and I knew that if we looked at each other our lust would surge.

"Well, Clary," Luke said seriously after we finished eating, "we have something to tell you." I panicked immediately, did he want Jace and I to break up? Did they not like us together? Jace took my hand under the table, squeezed it, and placed it on his thigh. He smiled reassuringly at me, but there was also something else in his eyes… like he knew something I didn't.

I turned back to Luke, "What do you have to tell me?"

Luke took a deep breath, "Your mother, Jace, and I all had a talk about you when you were sleeping and we feel that-"He broke off as mom gave a sniffle, "Jocelyn… you know this is the best way."

I took this time to glare at Jace; he gave me an apologetic smile.

"You talked about me?" I asked.

"No, baby, it is not like that at all." Jace immediately started to comfort me as he ran a hand up my arm and another cupped my face.

"Then what is it like?" I took his hand off my face but held it in between mine.

"We want you to-"He cut himself off as he looked at Luke.

"Let me please." Luke asked Jace and then turned to me. "Clary, if you would like, your mother, Jace, and I feel that you should continue your training at the Institute."

I gave him a confused look, "But… I already do that."

Luke laughed once then returned to his serious expression, "I know you do, but we think that you should move into the Institute." I stared at him in shock.

"Maryse and Robert have already said that they would love to have you." Jace said.

"But," Mom suddenly yelled still sniffling, "there are conditions." She looked between Jace and me.

I was still too shocked to reply, so Jace did because as always he recovered first, "What are they?"

"Clary; you must call me once a day, you must sleep at our house at least once a week, I want a weekly performance review, and no sleeping in the same bed." She said clearly through her tears.

"We can agree to that, right Clary?" Jace asked me. I looked between them, still in shock.

"Wait a second you two," Luke interrupted, "Clary what are you thinking? Do you want to move into the Institute?"

I hesitated; was I ready to move out of the house at sixteen? I never thought this would happen, I thought that mom would never allow me to move into the Institute especially knowing Jace was there. Through my confusion, I heard Jace sigh sadly.

"Yes," I said before I could stop myself, I didn't want to see Jace sad. "Yes, I would like to move into the Institute." When I said that, mom was gone. Her face fell in her hands and she cried louder. "Mom-"

"No, she is happy for you, Clary," Luke said. I looked at Jace with a smile but he just looked at me uneasily. "Jocelyn? Why don't we get you to bed?" She nodded hugging me very tightly before walking towards her room.

I glanced at Jace again; wanting to ask him what was wrong but before I could Luke started again, "Jace, maybe you should get home. I'll give you two a minute alone, goodnight Jace." Luke said before picking up all of our plates and walking into the kitchen.

I turned fully to face Jace, "What is wrong?" I demanded.

Jace looked at me for a long moment, "Clary if you don't want to move in, you don't have to."

"Jace, I want to." I replied not sure if I was lying or telling the truth.

"No you don't," Jace cupped my face in one of his hands, "Clary don't lie to yourself."

"Jace," I whispered turning my head to kiss his palm, "I love you. I want to move into the Institute. However, I don't like that you don't tell me when you talk about me… especially if it is as big as me moving."

Jace turned my face so I was looking into his eyes, "Clary, I'm sorry for upsetting you. But please promise me that this is what you want to do."

I placed my hand over his on my face, "Jace, I promise that I do want to move into the Institute."

"Great then we will start moving you in tomorrow." Jace kissed me before walking out of the house without another word. Later, he would text me he loves me and goodnight.

"Tomorrow?" I whispered to no one; my nerves going sky high.

A/N: Thanks for reading!