Hey guys, this is a continuation of Jace and Clary's life while she's pregnant. I'll probably keep this time frame until the birth of her child. Review and let me know what you think!

"Jace Wayland!"

Clary was pissed. Furious. Beyond livid. Absolutely outraged.

And she wasn't very fast at walking. Her eight-months pregnant stomach was heavy, and she was already so small. But she was pissed, so she picked up the pace, waddling her way through the back door of her house. Her husband – the traitor – was standing with his hands behind his back, a sheepish grin on his face. He had just been running, Clary could tell. A thin sheen of sweat was on his forehead and bare chest, his breathing a big labored.

She couldn't care less. "You little bitch, I cannot believe you told Izzy that horrendous, traitorous lie!"

Jace couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his lips at her swearing, which only fueled her hate fire. "Baby," he began, stepping a few feet closer. She held her small hand out, then crossed her arms across her chest.

She was absolutely terrifying when she was like this, thought Jace. "What in the world would have possessed you to tell your sister that I," she paused for dramatic effect, pointing a finger at herself. "Clary Adele Wayland, would want to go shopping for a goddamn dress that I can't even fit in!"

Jace knew he should've dodged Clary, ran inside the house, and locked himself in their bedroom for his own safety. She was a firecracker, that one. And Jace was about to receive the brunt end of her explosion. "She baited me, honey! I had no choice-"

"Don't you 'honey' me, Wayland!" Clary seethed. "Her wedding isn't for another five months! Why must you offer – for me, I might add – that I go shopping for a bridesmaid dress? Do you realize that I'm carrying your child, Jace? Do you realize that it feels like I'm carrying a bowling ball in my uterus? How in the hell would I get in a dress? I can barely wear one of my t-shirts without suffocating!"

Jace winced at the way she said his name. She was pissed, that's for sure. "Baby, I'll call her right now and tell her you're not feeling well, okay?" Jace tried to soothe her by reaching out to touch her arm, but she jerked back and gritted her teeth. "Okay, I'm going call her now."

He inched around his wife, scared that she might reach out and strangle him right there.

Clary hated shopping when she wasn't heavily pregnant, in her defense. She concluded that her husband was indeed, a dumbass. "And no shower time for you!" she added as she followed him inside, closing the door behind her.

As if sensing that she was about to be denied, a knock came from the front door. Jace was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his cell phone to his ear. He glanced up at the sound and raced passed Clary to open the door.

Speak of the devil.

Isabelle stood on the other side of the door with a fitted black dress that stopped above the knee, heels that were entirely too high for a normal person, and a black purse the size of Clary hanging from her arm. "I knew Jace lied to me!" Isabelle exclaimed.

Clary narrowed her eyes and cut Jace a look that told him he really wasn't getting shower time tonight. Damn it. "I really don't like you right now," was all Clary said before looking at Isabelle with remorseful eyes. "Isabelle, I'm fat and swollen and hormonal, please don't make me get dressed and waddle around New York today."

Isabelle sighed, "I knew you weren't coming, Clary." Isabelle smiled a little. "I mean, come on. You hate shopping even when you aren't pregnant."

Clary relaxed a bit. "Oh, then what's with the visit?"

Isabelle straightened and looked at Jace. "Oh, I'm not here for you, Clare." She grinned evilly. "I'm here for your asshat of a husband."

Jace froze and a look of horror crossed his face. "Oh, God no," he breathed. "Please tell me I'm not-"

"Oh, but you are." Isabelle walked passed them both to the living room, where she threw her purse on the coffee table and sat on the brown couch with the grace of a ballerina. "Go on, I'll wait for you to shower and change."

When she realized that Jace was still frozen in fear, Isabelle rolled her eyes, clapped her hands and said, "Hurry up, loser!"

Jace sighed in defeat. He started towards the hallway that led to their bedroom and shower. As he passed Clary, he passed a hand down her arm affectionately. "I looooooove you, babe."

Clary tried to fight the smile that inevitably covered her lips. "I love you too, you idiot." Jace pulled her to him and kissed her forehead, allowing his hand to rest of her protruding belly as he did. Then he disappeared into their bedroom.

"You can't stay mad for long, huh, friend?" Isabelle giggled, crossing her ankles as she did so. Clary sighed happily and walked over to sit beside her best friend. This took some effort to plop herself on the couch, and when she did, she winced. Her lower back had been bothering her for some time now.

"Nope, he's so amazing. At least, most of the time," Clary grinned and rested her hands on her stomach, rubbing it softly. "But he's still not having any sexy time tonight. That, I can withhold."

Isabelle grinned at Clary and threw an arm around her shoulders. "God, I missed you. It's been what? A week since I saw you last?"

Clary nodded, "Yup, about. How's Simon been treating ya?"

This earned Clary a happy smile from Isabelle, and she launched herself into a discussion about how Simon has been amazing with everything from wedding planning, to shopping, to decorating their new house. Everything was going great, according to Isabelle, and Clary couldn't have been happier for her two best friends.

Jace reemerged from the bedroom wearing dark wash jeans that hung low on his hips, and a black shirt that showed the outline of his well-defined chest. Clary flushed at the sight of him.

Jace, however, looked like he was about to enter the seventh circle of hell. "Shall we?" he asked with much reluctance. Isabelle stood up from the couch and grabbed her purse with a smirk. Clary remained sitting, because she knew she'd have a hell of a time trying to stand back up.

Jace walked over to her, leaned down and kissed her on her lips. Clary smiled and cupped his cheek. "See ya later," she whispered.

"If I don't die of boredom first."

Isabelle scoffed from the kitchen. "Oh please, I just need you to tell me which dress makes me look fat and which one looks amazing," she said. "No dying will happen on my watch."

Clary grinned and giggled. "Have fuuuuuun."

Jace grimaced.

He wasn't getting any sexy time at all tonight.