Author's Note: You guys are just…amazing. I love you guys. I wish I had something to refer to you all in my mind. It usually goes something like "Wow my readers are great" and then I feel so generic. So…drop comments of what you'd like to be called. It could be cupcakes, my children, lovers of William, I really don't mind so… yup.

We're going to shake it up a bit this chapter with POV, but it'll be established before each section.

Disclaimer: I ain't got nothin. *pulls out empty pockets* I don't own nothin *points at cobwebbed table for awards*

ISABELLE'S POV (OOO…This'll be good)

She came. Clary actually came. It's all I could think about as the baby shower came to a close and my mother drove me home, the back of her car loaded with gift bags and tissue paper. Though Clary had not socialized much from what I saw, she did talk to my mother, though she had not approached me. I don't blame her. Every time I think about the day she found it all out I get a bit sick to the stomach.

There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't pick up the phone, wanting to tell her something amazing or awful or simply ordinary that happened. Clary used to be the first person I called when I had any kind of news, or needed to vent. And she'd always been there, a phone call away. Now, I almost couldn't remember what her voice sounds like.

"Call if you need anything," my mother mutters as she helps me grab the bags from her car. We had never been close, but after this, she truly couldn't bear to be around me. She had never yelled, but her silent calm had sent me to tears as she explained just how disappointed she was.

"Okay," I murmured back, turning to walk to the front door, not once looking back as I heard her car pull off the curb and down the street.

Walking into the house, the television was blaring the History Channel, Simon engrossed in some program or another, not even noticing my struggle to close the door and go up the stairs to our room. He never noticed things like that. It had been Clary's largest source of frustration, his aloofness to… everything.

I drop the bags on my side of the bed and head into the bathroom for a bath. Pregnancy had not been kind to my back or feet, that only seemed to swell more each day. The hot water does wonders for my knotted muscles and the lavender bubbles soothe my impending headache. My belly pokes out of the water, so large despite the month still ahead.

Looking at my swollen feet and huge stomach, I start to cry. Sobs that shake my shoulders and let tears hit the bath water. The guilt and pain and fear all crashed over me in waves, seeing that belly and thinking of the baby beneath. The glint of diamond on my ring finger only made me cry harder as I thought of the baby's father, a man that cheated for us to get here, yet did little else. He had not been happy about the baby, or our shotgun wedding. Had not been really happy with me either.

Maybe we deserved it. Why should we be happy...I be happy in the life I stole from my best friend?

Jace

I had fallen asleep. I hadn't meant to, but staying awake with Clary half the night as she talked and worried over the baby shower, and doing some worrying of my own, had left little time for sleep last night. With the quiet house all to myself and the warm body of Cornelius lying on my chest, it had been easy to drift off.

When I awoke, hunger hit me, and I went into the kitchen for a sandwich, at least until I saw the message lighting up my phone screen.

From Wifey

I'm coming home

I was smiling down at the picture of the steering wheel when I hear a bag hit the ground. With only enough time to look up and drop my phone, I catch Clary in my arms. Her own were wrapped around my neck, her legs around my waist as she peppered kisses all over my face. All I could do was stand there and accept them, laughing softly.

"I love you…I love you…I love you," she kept saying.

"I love you too baby. How was the party?" I ask, feeling every inch of my fiancé as she slides down to the ground, her arms dropping to wrap around my waist. Her dress was bunched around her waist, showing a delicious amount of thigh. My mind went a bit sluggish seeing the creamy skin, then looking up to her plump lips and glittering eyes.

"Fine," she says "Magnus did a great job. I didn't really talk to anyone, just observed," she tells me, beginning her assault on my neck and collarbones. I can't help it when my eyes close to savor the feeling, leaning against the counter. Clary had been extremely affectionate the past few weeks since we had been together, taking the next step in our relationship, and I couldn't get enough. There had never been a time in our lives when I have been able to so openly love and care for Clary, and it was as if I was finally able to make up for lost time.

When her lips sink lower, nipping at the skin exposed by my v cut t-shirt; I can't hold back a shudder. That was the spot, the spot that always made my knees weak, only for Clary.

"How was your day?" she whispered against my heating skin. Hands sliding up the back of my t-shirt.

"Positively unlivable without you, my love," I tell her, drawing her lips back to my own.

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Narrator POV

That night, as Jace lay asleep in their bed, Clary laid awake, the sheets twining their legs together. Her skin had finally returned to a cool temperature after their activities, and her mind had lost its cloudiness, which meant she began thinking once again about babies. Not just Isabelle and Simon's baby that would enter the world in a little over a month, but the babies she and Jace could create.

Babies with golden hair and green eyes, pale skin and pianist fingers. Babies that would giggle and coo and tug on Cornelius's tail. Babies that would love Will as much as he would love them. Babies that would fill their home with the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

Turning to face Jace, with his curling hair and parted lips, Clary had no stronger urge than to have babies with him. But that would wait a bit longer. They simply weren't ready yet, or at least she wasn't, not emotionally. And she couldn't hurt their future children like that, by not being completely ready.

But someday soon, it would be time. With that thought, Clary cuddled in close to Jace and fell asleep just as his arm found her.

AN: Short…yes. Double update…possibly. My love for you…definite.