"It is disgusting, unnatural, an abuse to my conscience!" Will hollered in Ma's backyard, clenching his glass of lemonade in a white knuckled grip. He had just met Gabriel, his younger sister's first boyfriend, and he was less than amused.
"You started dating at 12 William, what do you expect?" Jace chimes in as he flips burgers on the grill. He and Will were the only ones outside since the party had not officially began and the girls were helping out inside.
"But I was a boy! Its different!" he yells, jerking his hand so his drink sloshes about violently.
"As much as I love the taste of double standards, they don't go well with burgers," Jace muttered, closing the grill and grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler.
"You wouldn't understand, you don't have a baby sister to worry over. What if he hurts her…Oh God! What if they have…you know," he raises his eyebrows at Jace.
"Sex?" he offers, sipping his drink.
"SHHHHHH!" Will slaps a hand over Jace's mouth, looking around the empty yard, "I don't want the little worm getting any ideas. I'm too young to be an uncle, unless they're little Clary babies,"
"Technically, they'd be your cousins as well," Jace's voice was muffled under Will's hand.
"Irregardless-"
"Not a word,"
"Irregardless of that, Gavin will not get anywhere near deflowering anything…so don't worry about it," Will said, releasing his cousin and straightening his shirt. In Will fashion, he had changed the poor boys name, showing just how little he cared for him.
"I wasn't but okay," Jace rolled his eyes but smiled fondly at his cousin. Cecily was a beautiful girl, and he would be in for quite a ride.
"Sorry for interrupting Clary time last night, how was the dinner?"
"It was not too good, we ended up leaving early. Simon was being a real you know what, and Clary is just really down. She wants a baby, a family," Jace sighs.
"It'll all happen when the time is right; she needs to fully heal before she can jump into anything else. You can't believe she'll be okay after only a few weeks," Will told his younger cousin, all jokes aside.
"I know will, and thank you, for always being there," Will only smiled and walked inside to cause some mischief. Jace turned back to the grill, enjoying the warm breeze of impending summer, at least until a pair of hands clapped over his eyes, a body pressing into his back.
"Now who on earth could this be," he chuckles as his hands come to rest over the smaller cool ones, "Maybe will, he does have rather dainty hands for a grown man,"
"Sorry to disappoint," Clary laughs as she removes her hands. Jace turns and pulls her to him gently by the wrists.
"You could never disappoint sweetheart," he kisses the soft skin of her pulse, feeling it speed against his lips, making his body tingle.
"Your mom wants you to come inside to see your family," Clary's voice is a bit shaky as she speaks.
"Whose here?" he asks. He leans down to press a nuzzled kiss to her neck.
"A few of your cousins…oh," she cuts herself off as his nose slides along her jaw. He kisses up her cheek to her temple before settling back onto her lips.
"Not here," Clary whispers, glancing over her shoulder.
"Home?" he asks. Clary only nods before taking his hand and leading him back into the house.
Four months later…
It was the beginning of July when Clary received an invitation in the mail for a certain woman's baby shower. She had stared at it for a bit, contemplating ripping it to shreds. But a tiny voice echoed for her to at least open it. Pulling the thick card from the envelope, a smaller, snow white card fluttered out and to the floor.
Please biscuit, I need you to be here. You have to face it to get over it. You can be my plus one, just please think about it~ Magnus
Clary sighed. She loved Magnus like a brother, and she didn't want to disappoint him. Not to mention, a small voice told her she needed to move on, and perhaps this could be a step. She was wholly, deliriously happy with Jace, but children were still a sore spot. Jace had time and time again made it clear he'd be there when she was ready, but the thing was, she wasn't, not yet.
It made her feel bad that Jace was so understanding, so sweet, yet she couldn't get over this final hurdle. She hadn't even been with Jace, not that she didn't want to. There was just always something that got in the way, as if fate was telling them, someday, just not yet.
Making her decision, Clary grabbed her phone and called Magnus.
"Hey biscuit," came his cheery greeting.
"Hey Magnus, I got the invite, it's beautiful," she complemented. The embossed invitation with gold and lavender was a piece of art.
"Thank you my dear," he replied, "Have you come to a decision?"
"Yes," she scuffed her sandal on the entryway hall floor, "I'll go,"
"Marvelous! It's in two weeks, formal," Magnus squeaked. He went on about the venue and the theme, which was yet to be decided before claiming the florist needed 'to be dealt with' and bid Clary farewell.
When Jace got home, he found his girlfriend in her newly finished art studio at the back of the house, a canvas before her.
"Hey sweetheart," he coos, going to rub her shoulders. His eye caught the canvas, painted with a cherub looking child, swathed in emerald linens, his eyes gold and shining with pearly wings curled beneath him.
"Beautiful," Jace whispers, reaching his hand out; it was as if the blushing cheeks would be warm under his touch, the wings like velvet under his fingertips.
Clary's hand gently grasped his wrist, "Wet paint," she explains. Jace nods in understanding, his face turning to hers. Tears had gathered in the corners of her eyes, as she gazed at the baby.
"Get ready, I'm taking you for dinner," he says against her ear. When he feels her nod, he leaves her to gather herself. When he shuts the door behind him, he waits a moment, only leaving with a heavy heart when he heard his beloved's soft sobs.
Clary had chosen a knee length floral dress for dinner with Jace, white wedge sandals showing her ocean blue toenails. She curled her hair and skipped makeup that night. Grabbing a light jacket, she met Jace downstairs. He stood by the door, fiddling nervously with his phone until her notices her. He looked exquisite, a pressed black dress shirt tucked into black jeans. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a blue tie around his neck.
"Hello, my love," he calls as she descends the stairs.
"I love you," Clary she says as she puts her arms around his waist, her cheek resting on his chest.
"I love you too," Jace's arms wrap around her without pause, without question. He stood, waiting for her to give the green light to let go. Jace had never been the first to pull away from a Clary hug; he could stay in them for all his life.
"I needed that," Clary sighs in content, offering a bright smile, and Jace was relieved to see it reach her shining eyes.
"I need you," he nuzzles into her cheek as he guides her to the front door. She only blushes and pushes him as she laughs.
The black velvet box was burning a hole in Jace's pocket as he and Clary walked down the street, lights strung between the buildings giving his beloved's skin a heavenly glow. Jace had bought the ring one day when he was feeling especially grateful for the girl that slept beside him every night and who he would know would be there every morning. Of course, Will had helped him pick it out, and had been impatiently waiting for the moment when his cousin would finally pop the question.
Jace had planned only what he was going to say. He had not planned how or when he would ask Clary to marry him. He knew he would feel when the moment was perfect, so he had taken to carrying the tiny box with him everywhere they went.
He had hoped tonight would be the night, because even he was growing impatient, simply wanting to seal the deal. But it had to be perfect, the moment Clary deserved.
"Dinner was amazing," she says as they walk, her arm looped through his. Her fingers traced small patterns on his wrist as they walked, warming the skin and soothing his shot nerves.
"I much prefer dessert," Jace replies, pulling them to a halt under a street lamp, bringing Clary to stand before him. And there. That was the moment. The way Clary looked up at him with that half grin; her eyes alight with amusement and adoration, just for him.
With a sharp intake of breath, Jace dropped to a knee before Clary and chanced a glance to her face. Confusion flitted across her eyes, until she saw him grab the box from his pocket. A hand drifting to her lips, the other grabbed his tightly.
"Clary," she nods rapidly, "I love you. From the moment I met you, I knew you had to be mine. No matter what I had to go through, I could endure it if it meant getting one step closer to you. The joy I felt the day you came back into my life was coming back to life. You are my life, and will be for as long as you'll have it. If there is ever a day that I do not tell you how beautiful you are, or how much I love you, it will be the day I am six feet underground," she chuckles a bit, "So, will you join me for the rest of our life, and be my wife?"
"Oh Jace," she sighs, "Of course" she meets him halfway as he raises from the ground, their lips colliding as Jace's hands go for her waist. Her hands find their way to his neck as they kiss under the light of the street lamp, summer air kissing their heated skin. In the haze of embrace, Jace's fingers find hers and slip on the ring she had not even glanced at during his proclamation.
"Thank you," Jace sighs, pressing a kiss to her forehead as they catch their breath.
"I love you Jace," Clary says, her voice strong and firm, fierce. Jace smiles and is about to lean in for another kiss when she stops him. Alarm bells began ringing in his head, but his eyes seek out hers, "I love you, and I'm ready,"
"I'm ready to get married too baby-"
"No, I'm…ready," her cheeks heat, despite her tone and the way her eyes refuse to leave his. Jace doesn't understand until Clary stands on her tiptoes and places a hot kiss to his throat. She nibbles softly on the skin, pain and pleasure registering in his mind, before licking over the skin and blowing a cool breeze of air over it, "I want you,"
As if in slow motion, his eyes meet hers, and seeing the lust and love mingling in the green irises, Jace's mind sluggishly comprehends what she means. Then with a goofy grin, he takes her hand, leading her with hurried steps to the car parked just down the block.
AN: Short filler to move things along. Next Chapter, the morning after, the bridal shower and a surprise!
"It is disgusting, unnatural, an abuse to my conscience!" Will hollered in Ma's backyard, clenching his glass of lemonade in a white knuckled grip. He had just met Gabriel, his younger sister's first boyfriend, and he was less than amused.
"You started dating at 12 William, what do you expect?" Jace chimes in as he flips burgers on the grill. He and Will were the only ones outside since the party had not officially began and the girls were helping out inside.
"But I was a boy! Its different!" he yells, jerking his hand so his drink sloshes about violently.
"As much as I love the taste of double standards, they don't go well with burgers," Jace muttered, closing the grill and grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler.
"You wouldn't understand, you don't have a baby sister to worry over. What if he hurts her…Oh God! What if they have…you know," he raises his eyebrows at Jace.
"Sex?" he offers, sipping his drink.
"SHHHHHH!" Will slaps a hand over Jace's mouth, looking around the empty yard, "I don't want the little worm getting any ideas. I'm too young to be an uncle, unless they're little Clary babies,"
"Technically, they'd be your cousins as well," Jace's voice was muffled under Will's hand.
"Irregardless-"
"Not a word,"
"Irregardless of that, Gavin will not get anywhere near deflowering anything…so don't worry about it," Will said, releasing his cousin and straightening his shirt. In Will fashion, he had changed the poor boys name, showing just how little he cared for him.
"I wasn't but okay," Jace rolled his eyes but smiled fondly at his cousin. Cecily was a beautiful girl, and he would be in for quite a ride.
"Sorry for interrupting Clary time last night, how was the dinner?"
"It was not too good, we ended up leaving early. Simon was being a real you know what, and Clary is just really down. She wants a baby, a family," Jace sighs.
"It'll all happen when the time is right; she needs to fully heal before she can jump into anything else. You can't believe she'll be okay after only a few weeks," Will told his younger cousin, all jokes aside.
"I know will, and thank you, for always being there," Will only smiled and walked inside to cause some mischief. Jace turned back to the grill, enjoying the warm breeze of impending summer, at least until a pair of hands clapped over his eyes, a body pressing into his back.
"Now who on earth could this be," he chuckles as his hands come to rest over the smaller cool ones, "Maybe will, he does have rather dainty hands for a grown man,"
"Sorry to disappoint," Clary laughs as she removes her hands. Jace turns and pulls her to him gently by the wrists.
"You could never disappoint sweetheart," he kisses the soft skin of her pulse, feeling it speed against his lips, making his body tingle.
"Your mom wants you to come inside to see your family," Clary's voice is a bit shaky as she speaks.
"Whose here?" he asks. He leans down to press a nuzzled kiss to her neck.
"A few of your cousins…oh," she cuts herself off as his nose slides along her jaw. He kisses up her cheek to her temple before settling back onto her lips.
"Not here," Clary whispers, glancing over her shoulder.
"Home?" he asks. Clary only nods before taking his hand and leading him back into the house.
Four months later…
It was the beginning of July when Clary received an invitation in the mail for a certain woman's baby shower. She had stared at it for a bit, contemplating ripping it to shreds. But a tiny voice echoed for her to at least open it. Pulling the thick card from the envelope, a smaller, snow white card fluttered out and to the floor.
Please biscuit, I need you to be here. You have to face it to get over it. You can be my plus one, just please think about it~ Magnus
Clary sighed. She loved Magnus like a brother, and she didn't want to disappoint him. Not to mention, a small voice told her she needed to move on, and perhaps this could be a step. She was wholly, deliriously happy with Jace, but children were still a sore spot. Jace had time and time again made it clear he'd be there when she was ready, but the thing was, she wasn't, not yet.
It made her feel bad that Jace was so understanding, so sweet, yet she couldn't get over this final hurdle. She hadn't even been with Jace, not that she didn't want to. There was just always something that got in the way, as if fate was telling them, someday, just not yet.
Making her decision, Clary grabbed her phone and called Magnus.
"Hey biscuit," came his cheery greeting.
"Hey Magnus, I got the invite, it's beautiful," she complemented. The embossed invitation with gold and lavender was a piece of art.
"Thank you my dear," he replied, "Have you come to a decision?"
"Yes," she scuffed her sandal on the entryway hall floor, "I'll go,"
"Marvelous! It's in two weeks, formal," Magnus squeaked. He went on about the venue and the theme, which was yet to be decided before claiming the florist needed 'to be dealt with' and bid Clary farewell.
When Jace got home, he found his girlfriend in her newly finished art studio at the back of the house, a canvas before her.
"Hey sweetheart," he coos, going to rub her shoulders. His eye caught the canvas, painted with a cherub looking child, swathed in emerald linens, his eyes gold and shining with pearly wings curled beneath him.
"Beautiful," Jace whispers, reaching his hand out; it was as if the blushing cheeks would be warm under his touch, the wings like velvet under his fingertips.
Clary's hand gently grasped his wrist, "Wet paint," she explains. Jace nods in understanding, his face turning to hers. Tears had gathered in the corners of her eyes, as she gazed at the baby.
"Get ready, I'm taking you for dinner," he says against her ear. When he feels her nod, he leaves her to gather herself. When he shuts the door behind him, he waits a moment, only leaving with a heavy heart when he heard his beloved's soft sobs.
Clary had chosen a knee length floral dress for dinner with Jace, white wedge sandals showing her ocean blue toenails. She curled her hair and skipped makeup that night. Grabbing a light jacket, she met Jace downstairs. He stood by the door, fiddling nervously with his phone until her notices her. He looked exquisite, a pressed black dress shirt tucked into black jeans. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a blue tie around his neck.
"Hello, my love," he calls as she descends the stairs.
"I love you," Clary she says as she puts her arms around his waist, her cheek resting on his chest.
"I love you too," Jace's arms wrap around her without pause, without question. He stood, waiting for her to give the green light to let go. Jace had never been the first to pull away from a Clary hug; he could stay in them for all his life.
"I needed that," Clary sighs in content, offering a bright smile, and Jace was relieved to see it reach her shining eyes.
"I need you," he nuzzles into her cheek as he guides her to the front door. She only blushes and pushes him as she laughs.
The black velvet box was burning a hole in Jace's pocket as he and Clary walked down the street, lights strung between the buildings giving his beloved's skin a heavenly glow. Jace had bought the ring one day when he was feeling especially grateful for the girl that slept beside him every night and who he would know would be there every morning. Of course, Will had helped him pick it out, and had been impatiently waiting for the moment when his cousin would finally pop the question.
Jace had planned only what he was going to say. He had not planned how or when he would ask Clary to marry him. He knew he would feel when the moment was perfect, so he had taken to carrying the tiny box with him everywhere they went.
He had hoped tonight would be the night, because even he was growing impatient, simply wanting to seal the deal. But it had to be perfect, the moment Clary deserved.
"Dinner was amazing," she says as they walk, her arm looped through his. Her fingers traced small patterns on his wrist as they walked, warming the skin and soothing his shot nerves.
"I much prefer dessert," Jace replies, pulling them to a halt under a street lamp, bringing Clary to stand before him. And there. That was the moment. The way Clary looked up at him with that half grin; her eyes alight with amusement and adoration, just for him.
With a sharp intake of breath, Jace dropped to a knee before Clary and chanced a glance to her face. Confusion flitted across her eyes, until she saw him grab the box from his pocket. A hand drifting to her lips, the other grabbed his tightly.
"Clary," she nods rapidly, "I love you. From the moment I met you, I knew you had to be mine. No matter what I had to go through, I could endure it if it meant getting one step closer to you. The joy I felt the day you came back into my life was coming back to life. You are my life, and will be for as long as you'll have it. If there is ever a day that I do not tell you how beautiful you are, or how much I love you, it will be the day I am six feet underground," she chuckles a bit, "So, will you join me for the rest of our life, and be my wife?"
"Oh Jace," she sighs, "Of course" she meets him halfway as he raises from the ground, their lips colliding as Jace's hands go for her waist. Her hands find their way to his neck as they kiss under the light of the street lamp, summer air kissing their heated skin. In the haze of embrace, Jace's fingers find hers and slip on the ring she had not even glanced at during his proclamation.
"Thank you," Jace sighs, pressing a kiss to her forehead as they catch their breath.
"I love you Jace," Clary says, her voice strong and firm, fierce. Jace smiles and is about to lean in for another kiss when she stops him. Alarm bells began ringing in his head, but his eyes seek out hers, "I love you, and I'm ready,"
"I'm ready to get married too baby-"
"No, I'm…ready," her cheeks heat, despite her tone and the way her eyes refuse to leave his. Jace doesn't understand until Clary stands on her tiptoes and places a hot kiss to his throat. She nibbles softly on the skin, pain and pleasure registering in his mind, before licking over the skin and blowing a cool breeze of air over it, "I want you,"
As if in slow motion, his eyes meet hers, and seeing the lust and love mingling in the green irises, Jace's mind sluggishly comprehends what she means. Then with a goofy grin, he takes her hand, leading her with hurried steps to the car parked just down the block.
AN: Short filler to move things along. Next Chapter, the morning after, the bridal shower and a surprise!