Hi you guys! Long time no see! (Please don't kill me) So tomorrow is my SPIRIT DAY! But I have so much crap with my terrible science teacher and my computer being broken. So I've finally finished the third to last chapter. Now you guys, if you want to submit a last minute baby name, now would be the time, since the big reveal is in the next chapter. Remember I love you guys. Ya'll are awesome! Don't forget to review, follow and favorite!

-IL

You know that feeling when you're so depressed, you start seeing the object of your depression everywhere? It was like that everywhere. Everywhere there was Jace. Flecks of golden locks on the street had me waddling, following hoping it was him. Hoping he missed me as much I missed him. The winter was brisk, and the nights were even colder. I was probably a spectacle. A nine month pregnant woman, with short stature and fiery red hair. In my defense my hair wouldn't be nearly as noticeable if Izzy had put me in something other than green. Wait, no that's a lie. My hair would've stuck out anyway, at least, that's what Jon said.

I rolled my eyes inwardly, thinking about Jon's smirk when he said it, just knowing he got underneath my skin. I was walking back from the store. It wasn't completely dark, there were street lights and the sky was a purplish blue, the time right before the night officially started.

"Do you need help with those," asked a distinctly female voice. I turned slowly stunned at what I saw. Then I dropped my groceries. There was the girl. The girl who ruined everything. She gasped too, hand clasped to her chest.

"Oh God, I'm really sorry about all of this. You're Clary aren't you? Jace talks about you all the he mopes, oh how he mopes," she said, stopping abruptly. He missed me. It sent another pang in my chest.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Clary," I said, looking down at my feet.

"You probably don't know who I am. I'm Ruby Herondale," she said, extending a tanned hand. I gupled and shook it, slowly, "I'm Jace's sister."

The moment she said it, I could feel my face heat. Suddenly there was trickling down my pants and I looked down in shock. Shit! I peed my pants. That's what happened when the baby was sitting on my bladder. But this time it didn't smell. Ruby looked horrified. We stared down at the wet puddle beneath me. Then there was pain. A huge wall of it that seemed to grip my whole body. It suddenly made sense, the puddle, the pains, I was going into labor.

"Oh god, I need to-" I was cut off by another ripping through my body. I was going into labor and the baby was coming fast.

"Clary, what's happening," said Ruby, looking at me with a wild eyed look.

"I think I'm going into labor," I gritted out. Ruby blanched.

"Do you need to get to the hospital? I can take you, my car is over there," she said, gesturing to the sporty, corolla.

"No that's okay. I need to call someone," I said, whipping out my cellphone.

"Izzy, it's me," I said, weakly, still clutching my throbbing stomach. Needless to say, Isabelle freaked.

"I'll tell everyone. Meet you at the hospital. Get the girl to bring you," she said, in a rushed tone. I could hear a cry of complaint from someone next to her. She was with Simon again. I hung up as the second contraction hit me.

"Clary, you should get in the car," said Ruby and I looked at her for a second before I nodded. We walked as fast as my legs could take. We needed to make it to the hospital before I had the baby. As soon as we got in the car and were driving, Ruby was on the phone.

"I don't care. She's in labor. Now? Yes, dumbass, now. I'll meet you at the hospital. Mt. Sinai on 5th Avenue. Bye," she said before hanging up. I texted Dr. Dorothea, telling her we were going to Mt. Sinai so she could meet us.

"Ruby, thanks for all this. I know we got off on the wrong foot but really thank you," I said just before the third contraction hit. My pain spiked when we got to the hospital. There was a flurry of movements and suddenly I was lifted from the car. Ruby was giving information to the nurse while I was sitting being hooked up to epidural. The door slammed open and there was Jace with Isabelle in tow.

"Clary," they said simultaneously. They looked each other before Jace fast walked over to me.

"Hi Jace," I said, looking down at the wrist band on my left wrist. I could feel my eyes water.

"Clary," he breathed, "I missed you so much."

Then it all fell apart. I was crying. Tears were streaming down my face. My lip was quivering. And my hands were shaking like a leaf.

"I did too," I whispered, using a hand to wipe an eye. As if that was all the reassurance in the world, Jace exhaled a breath I didn't even know he was holding.

"Clary, I want this baby. I want to be with you. I want us again. Can we be us again," he asked, hesitantly grabbing my hand. Tears streamed down my face. I looked into his golden eyes and nodded. A smile broke free from his face and I could feel my lips turn up in a trembling smile.

"Alright, I'm here," said Dr. Dorothea, wearing her lab coat and her scrubs, "Mr. Herondale, Ms. Morgenstern, are you ready to deliver this baby?"

The glorious Clace child shall be revealed within the next chapter! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to follow, fav, and review!