"What it cannot be that easy! We took one whole month to discover our hate was actually love! It just doesn't work that way!" Clary said feeling dizzy.
"No, baby. Actually the thing is that we're both stubborn…" Jace had to admit it.
It was when the sea of claps and cheers began that Jocelyn and Luke came back to the house, while Izzy and Simon sealed the deal with the sweetest kiss they had ever given to anybody. Everyone stopped their impulses to act stupidly while Clary's parents watched with astonished glares, terribly shocked at their attitudes.
"Mom!" smiled Jonathan at his mother as the rest felt panic building up on their insides, also himself killed the last neurons he had left thinking what could possibly bend such a mess.
"I see you're enjoying yourselves…" she said trying to see what they tried so desperately to hide behind their bodies, thousands of empty bottles. The only one who didn't seem affected by her presence was Clary, who had fallen unconscious on her husband's arms.
'Damn, Clarissa, wake up!' Jace shook her softly as he smiled innocently to her parents, but Clary was long gone.
"Uh, yeah, but it's kind of late, we should go!" Maia was the first to talk; they all nodded silently and picked up their stuff to leave as quickly as they could.
"You take the drunken pumpkin to her room, I'll distract mom and Luke" said Jonathan to Jace's ear.
"Yeah, it's awfully late; we should all go to sleep right now! Come, mom" he started to push his mother up the stairs as she protested at the suspicious situation. The rest of the guests hid the bottles in every place they found and then ran through the door as Jace took Clary to her room. Even while being drown in alcohol, she was the most beautiful thing that Jace had ever seen, those things happens when you're in love, of course! She, so sleepy, so fragile, so dependent on him for things he still hadn't figured out; Clary had made him think about a lot of things for the past three months, she had changed him all over, and yet she could still surprise him and give him a lot more, if she'd only known how lucky he felt to have her, if only there was a way enough to express how much he adored her. Such a shame they were plain humans, he thought, such a shame that nothing would ever be enough compared to how he felt
"I could give you my beating heart and the rest of my life, Clarissa Fairchild. But still it wouldn't be enough, how can you love me so? How will I manage to make you as happy as you deserve, heaven of mine?" Jace kissed her forehead tenderly and wrapped his arms around her one last time before leaving the room.
The next morning, Clary felt as if her head had become 10 sizes bigger, even the soft singing of the bird was for her a terrible scandal that made her shiver with pain. She had forgotten how the hell she had gotten to her bed; nothing could be worse than waking up without remembering anything about the last 12 hours, but Clary knew that having a mother like hers could be far more worse.
She went down the stairs like a martyr, it was clear that her brother and Jace had already gotten it from Jocelyn, whose cheeks were still flushed with rage; if you try to fool the devil, you'll have to pay the price in living hell.
"Good morning, mom" she said with a puppy face showing, when Jocelyn didn't answer she looked down to Jonathan, his finger made its way through his neck, she was absolutely hopeless.
"Clarissa Adele Herondale Fairchild Morgenstern!" perfect, now her mother had gotten one more last name to add to the beginning of her scolding. "What do you think you were doing yesterday? Getting drunk until you forget how to count! That's not how a girl from a good family should behave and worse if she is the crown princess to a whole nation! You both are a disaster! How did you dare to do something like this?"
"In their defense, Miss Fairchild… they weren't the only ones…" Jace tried to defend them, but both Clary and her brother knew it was a waste of time, once Jocelyn began there was nothing in the world who could stop her, not even Luke, nobody at all!
"Sorry , highness. But as the mother of your wife I must say that you should stay out of this!" Jocelyn's mad eyes went back to find Clary's frightened ones, Jace scowled like saying 'Well, fuck; I tried' . If Clary's headache wasn't bad enough when she first had woken up, after her mother finished talking, or rather yelling furiously at her, her brain beat at the speed her heart did. She had to beg Luke to give her an aspirin. As punishment the three of them would have to stay at the house and do all the chores of the day.
"Well, I think you may kick me where it must hurts for a man because of this but, I've never cleaned house before…" Jace crossed his arms to his chest after Jocelyn and Luke left leaving them alone with a house that looked more like the battle field of World War III, Clary sent Jonathan to get rid of the bottles with screams, she had to sit down for a bit after that, she still felt a bit dizzy.
"I'm not surprised, your royal and spoiled highness" Clary bowed at him like joking as she giggled. "Don't worry, cry baby, we'll do it together… That's how we begin today's lesson of How to be a normal kid" Jace smiled and hugged her from behind.
"What should we do first?" he asked her and she could notice a bit of excitement on his voice, that was actually great because at the end of the day he'd be exhausted.
Izzy and Alec weren't exactly feeling very well either. They both woke up looking like reanimated corpses; even though she had a bad pain on her head, her heart had never felt warmer than that day, as she made her way to the dining room the doubts started to gather up inside her head, 'Does he remember what he said? Was he joking? Did he regret it yet? Was it a mere dream produced because of the awful lot quantity of alcohol you ingested yesterday? Oh, you're a mess, Isabelle Sophia! … but a mess with a boyfriend, bitches!' She decided she had had enough of stupid fears, Simon made pretty clear that he wanted to be with her and make her happy, she couldn't ask for more.
"Good morning, family!" she announced entering the room, Alec naturally held a pack of ice on top of his head and tried to swallow his breakfast with such a hangover, she gave a kiss to her mother, her brother and even to her father and then took her seat.
"Suspicious, Alexander is the one dying while being alive after a party and Isabelle looks like sunshine itself, don't you think your devoted mother deserves an explanation, children?" asked Maryse looking from Alec to Izzy, from Izzy to Alec.
"Let's just say, mom… that life can be truly beautiful if you give it the chance to surprise you" Izzy smiled, feeling the soft touch of Simon's lips against hers once again, she felt grateful that her mind was able to retain that memory, she didn't want to forget it, ever in her life.
"That just proves how childish and foolish you still are, Isabelle…" said her father without looking at her, still she smiled to him.
"Why should I give a damn, you don't have to be an absolute genius to be happy, father" she quoted her brother and Alec managed to wink at her softly.
"Izzy, language" said her mother.
"That's the only thing that bothers you, Maryse?" Robert was about to lose it, his children detected the lack of patience on his voice.
"Yes, actually" she answered, the siblings turned to see her mother shocked, who usually would've kept silent with her eyes to the floor, but Maryse didn't seem scared of him anymore "Your daughter's happy, Robert; could you at least share your children's joy instead of destroying it in less than a second?"
"What on earth are you talking about? Destroying it…" Roberts face seemed to show how indignant he felt.
"Yes, that's what I said, Robert. We understand you have things to take care of, and we understand that it somehow concerns us. But don't try to lie to us and make us think that this is for our good, your idea of making us happy is the sickest one you've ever had, and I'm truly ashamed for not realizing it earlier. But now that I have, I won't let you treat our kids as if they were a curse, they're the most precious thing that'll ever be yours, and it's time for you to take care of it as you must" Izzy wondered what could've possibly made her mother wake up from the nightmare her father had created for all of them. "Nothing is more important than family, Robert, You better than anyone should know that, and you should at least respect the main half of your family as you have lost hope in the other one. You might have been born a Prince, but we're still what has always kept you strong enough to continue living and fighting for whatever you wanted, and you know I'm not wrong while saying that…"
"… God, you all are impossible! I told you to stay focused on the plan, other ways this will end badly" Izzy laughed at her father's comment.
"What starts bad ends bad, daddy…Unless you correct it; of course "It looked like Robert was also surprised about their attitude and decided not to say one more word. That day was surely a day of chances for the Lightwoods, when at last they could live their lives bravely and freely, she was certain that her father wouldn't stop until everything around him broke down, just as heave and dense glass does, the glass he had created himself, like if he had been digging his own grave all along; but Izzy learned that some things just have to happen in order to learn, fate always takes over when it has to, and if it had to be changed, at that moment it wasn't her choice exactly, maybe later it would be, but she decided to let things happen, to her father, to her brother, to her mother and the baby, to her and Simon; it would pay off later, somehow, someday.
'You were right… I just had to take a chance, looks like things will only get better from now on' she texted to Simon, who could've said that she would get back her hopes from a fact but from a person, one special person that would change her world all over.
Just as Clary had thought, they were more than tired after they spent three hours going up and down the stairs sweeping, mopping, picking things up, dusting, taking clothes to the laundry and cleaning every corner of the house of the Fairchilds. They decided to take a little rest on the couch, cuddling.
"Guess you definitely prefer to be losing your time in boring reunions than losing your time cleaning windows…" Clary chuckled while looking at Jace's death tired expression.
"Nothing is too bad if I have you by my side…" Clary smiled and softly pressed her lips to his.
"Sorry we had to do this… when I meant real life experience I didn't mean ending dead because of house chores… I meant more like doing normal stuff than normal teenagers do…"she caressed his hair gently, with a bit of disappointment almost pricking her heart; Clary had wanted their weekend to be perfect, in her way of course, but she had practically ruined because of the tremendous binge she had provoked herself.
"Don't blame yourself for this, you've showed me what having a real family looks like… it's part of it, isn't it?" a real family he said, that even hurt her; did Jace truly felt like his family wasn't what it was supposed to be, it was a bit weird and tense of course, but that doesn't mean it wasn't real.
"Love, you do have a family; a freaky, sometimes cruel and strange one, but still it is… it doesn't have to be perfect, you can see that even we have our problems, but what keeps t alive, is the love between its members…" Jace's eyes shone a bit and left hers for a second, it seemed that she had just discovered a part of his life that he didn't like quite much.
"Then we should make a family on our own…" Clary felt shivers running down her spine, Jace giggled "Someday, I meant. If it's love what its needed, we have lots of it so… maybe ours will be better…" theirs, when they had their own children and maybe even grandchildren, it didn't sound bad at all; but little could Jace know about her own problems with her family.
"A thousand times better" Clary snuggled against his chest, listening to the soft melody that his beats composed, the beats of a scarred heart which hadn't been healed yet, just hidden. There was so many things about him that she wouldn't have discovered if she, well, hadn't been stupid enough to fall in love with whom she had considered a jerk from the start of their lives together; some called it foolishness, some called it true love, one can choose freely how to call it, but the biggest question she had was if she would be able to mend those wounds, to make him love his life as much as he loved her; to show him that nothing would ever be perfect, because the concept of perfect was overrated; if you live perfectly, then you're not living. "I promise, Jace…" she whispered trying not to cry, his pains were also hers, and it hurt even more to think that she wouldn't be able to ease them.
"Are you sure we're done?" Jace was somehow terrified not to please his mother in law, and just then Clary remembered something else.
"Oh, shit…" she buried her face to his chest, annoyed for what seemed an endless list of things they had to do. She looked up to him and tried to smile "In what state are your culinary skills?"
"Almost nil…" he scowled, Clary giggled while taking a pillow and hitting him softly. "You little, beautiful and useless idiot! What were you taught at home, honey?"
"Well, half of my childhood I was taught what it takes to be a Crown Prince, and I'm pretty sure that the other half and the rest of my pitiful existence I'll be taught to be a King…" he answered, his lips made their way from her shoulder to her neck, leaving one and another mark of his love for her.
"Oh, poor baby… guess I'll have to finish your mother's job, she'll owe me one" she kissed him once and then got up from the couch, heading to the kitchen.
"That sounds interesting! What could I do so your mother owes me one and stops hating me so much?" Jace asked her entering the kitchen after her, Clary laughed out loud.
"Actually, that's a very good question that not even me is able to answer…"she opened the cupboard doors, biting her lower lip as she thought about what to cook; she thought it might be a good idea for her husband to help her with dinner, he may not win the appreciation of Jocelyn, but some points with her. "Besides I don't think she hates you, she just doesn't like you as much as I do…"
"I hope nobody ever likes me as much as you do… Unfortunately, my heart has been given" it was astonishing that Jace had such ability to make her flush even with just hearing him breathe next to her ear.
"I'm not asking you to give your heart to my mother!" she joked joyfully, Jace also laughed and got closer to her to take her hand in his own, he made her turn so that they would breathe the same air.
"I still haven't figured what you've done to me, Clarissa Adele, but what I'm absolutely certain about is that I don't want to feel this for anyone else… Before you, I would've sincerely given a damn about what would my mother in law think of me… but for you, I'd do the impossible" he kissed her nose sweetly, Clary sighed.
"Oh, Jace…" without even noticing, they were kissing passionately, her hands bringing him closer and closer, she could never have enough of him, he was just too much for her poor heart to handle; Clary was often afraid of fainting on his arms for such intensity but luckily her brain kept her conscious as Jace kissed every inch of her skin from lips to her chest, and on the insides she begged he'd go further until there was no more that skin in between them; Jace moaned softly to her ear when his lips came back to her and she bit them. "God, did I hurt you?" she asked terrified, Jace chuckled.
"No, but you did surprise me…" his hands rubbed gently her back assuring her that he was fine.
"Could you… uh…" she hesitated to say what she really wanted, she was afraid they were going far too fast. But the other part of her brain told her that they had waited enough time to take another step, they loved each other, what else could matter?
"Have I told you how beautiful you look when your cheeks get red?" Jace smiled to her.
"No, and don't ever tell me either…" she felt even more ashamed, but Jace continued to start a burning fire inside her chest, his tender touch drove her crazy till the point she thought her heart might explode, his soft lips kissed her strongly and she lost all self control when his fingers lifted her shirt a bit so that he'd feel skin under skin, she did the same with his shirt, for the first time since they had gotten married he wasn't wearing his always fancy clothes, she just had to unbutton the shirt and half of it would've been done, and she did; she didn't know how but she managed to feel his defined muscles with no fabric on the way, 'Oh yes, this piece of heaven is all mine' she bit her lower lip as she ate Jace with her eyes.
"Don't do that…" Jace begged huskily.
"Do what?" she wasn't exactly breathing very good either.
"Don't make such a sexy face, you're going to melt me…" as she giggled shyly she pressed her own lips to his neck, savoring him.
"You're so beautiful, Jace…" she said to his ear, unable to control himself Clary lost the first piece of clothing. "Well, hell you're fast! I didn't even notice" she was a bit embarrassed to show herself to a man for the first time, but she was far too lost with her own desires to care of her nervousness.
"I've been saving my best for you, I guess…" his mouth found hers again and his arms made it impossible for her to get apart, there was no much more to wait until she knew what it was like to feel someone so closely, so intimately, so completely.
"We should take this somewhere else…" but she didn't want her first time to be on the kitchen floor, those spots would never come out of the ceramic.
"Alright, as you say my lady…" Jace took her in his arms and they kissed as he went to the stairs, everything was so perfect, almost surreal for her, she loved him with every part of her, and she'd finally be able to show him it.
That until they heard him on the door.
"Dearest sister and brother, I'm home!" said Jonathan inserting the keys on the front door's lock.
"Fuck, we're screwed!" Clary squealed and almost fell from Jace's embrace that had gotten weak because of the death scare. They both ran to the kitchen and dressed themselves messily.
"Is dinner already done, Angel of Idris?" her brother asked looking at the devilish love birds from the kitchen's door.
"Actually, we were just getting everything ready…" she tried to distract him with an innocent smile.
"Yes, we were, uh… heating the oven, weren't we?" Jace winked, Clary forced herself not to laugh and she ended grimacing to her brother, who looked at them both trying to understand what they could've been doing.
"Are you going to bake something?" Jonathan asked a bit scared of them.
"Yes, we were about to but… when you came in we realized that it wouldn't be prudent to start baking anything just now, but by the Angel, we sure wanted to…" Clary tried to say the sentence with the minimum amount of subliminal messages, but she failed.
"Alright, I'll come down to help you with the table, ok?" luckily, Jonathan was still clueless.
"You jerk! Don't you ever mention anything about the oven again! Thanks to Raziel he didn't remember that I have no freaking idea of how to turn it on!" Clary nudged her husband in the ribs as he laughed cheerfully.
After a while of hard work and Jace's naughty jokes, everything was finally ready and settled for dinner; Jocelyn did seem impressed when they came back home along with Luke, Jace and Clary had made from an appetizer to dessert. While they were cooking Clary had given him some advices of how to please her mother with a good conversation, and he was just about to be tested.
"So, Prince… how's the life of an ordinary boy working for you?" she asked as she drank a bit of water.
"Actually, Miss Fairchild, I'm enjoying myself very much… I've learned a lot of things today, I feel a lot smarter…" Clary chuckled with joy, he was so sweet.
"We're glad, Jace… to be honest I think that we've also learned many things about you…" answered Luke, feeling comfortable.
"Yes, like how much you love our dear daughter…" and she began with the hard topic, Clary could've tried to stop her but, she knew, it was useless.
"Oh, yes. Truly, completely and honestly… Clary's the best thing that could've ever happened to me" Jace took his wife's hand and kissed her ticklish fingers.
"Really? What do you love about her the most?" Jocelyn crossed her arms to her chest, Clary turned to see her mother like begging her not to be so rude, but Jace wasn't giving in so easily, God knows she should have.
"Well, I love the way her eyes shine when she paints, I love the way she smiled to me, or when she laughs… oh, and I absolutely adore the way her cheeks blush" that was when he messed everything up.
"When have you made her blush?" asked his mother in law indignantly. Clary started to sweat uncontrollably.
"I… it's not like I've made her blush, it was more like my family have made her get embarrassed sometimes" he tried to fix it, but that just wasn't the best way. 'Shit, he didn't say that!' Clary covered her face with her hands.
"Now, that sounds interesting! What kind of things do the Herondales say about my sis, uh?" asked Jonathan as any good brother would do. Clary of course dedicated him a death glare.
"Well, you must know that my grandmother is kind of obsessed with the idea of a new baby in the family and so.. .She quite pressures us" when Clary said "Be honest and direct with what you want to say" she hadn't meant it so literally.
"Imogen is trying to get my baby pregnant?! I knew it was something like a ritual but nobody ever told me it was her doing!" Jocelyn exploded, definitely. 'Damn everything living in this fucked up world' her daughter thought begging for the ground to eat her like a treat.
"It's not that she wants Clary specifically to be pregnant, it's just that…" he tried so hard, how could he know he was just screwing it up even more?
"Oh, so she just wants you to get any girl pregnant, is that what you meant?" her mother replied furiously.
"God, kill me please!" Clary felt like dying while her brother and stepfather laughed their asses off.
"No, Miss Fairchild , of course not…" and they continued like that for half an hour.
Clary had never felt so ashamed of anything on her entire life, but that just had been ridiculous! With Jace trying terribly to make a good impression, her mother misunderstanding everything he said just to prove that she wouldn't be liking him any soon, and the two other bastards that did absolutely nothing. What a beautiful family dinner. Her phone showed a text message coming in and she took it to read it.
'Was it really that bad?' had written Simon, but she bet he was also laughing until his face would become purple.
'Hell it was! Jace end up being a pervert at my mother's eyes, Queen Imogen as a pedophile and all the Herondales and Lightwoods like complete jerks! And don't make me start with was she told me when he wasn't listening! Absolutely uncomfortable and awful!' she typed back.
'Hey, the Lightwoods might be jerks but Izzy's my sunshine 3 3 'Clary smiled to herself, Simon wouldn't be so happy about anything if it wasn't something serious.
'Yeah, yeah, quit it with the cheesiness or I'll throw up the dinner I never got to eat! It was the most awful and uncomfortable moment in all my bloody life!'
'It'll get better, pumpkin. You know how your mother always tries desperately to protect you from everything, she'll just have to face the fact that her baby has grown up and that she's starting to feel something strong for someone. PD: now you know how I feel every time you talk about your husband! : P' he was right, she was also pretty cheesy.
'Well, Mr. Lewis is never wrong, is he? Hey, care for another reunion tomorrow? You know, as the guys really hit it off with Jace, and I'm also starting to miss them again! ' the fact that her friends had gotten along so well with Jace and the Lightwoods was just delightful for her!
'Sure, I'll talk to them and we'll see what to do. Night, Clary' he was about to talk with Izzy, Clary realized, it was barely 11:15; Simon never went to bed so early!
'Night, my BGWFF! I love you! PD: And as I know that your primitive mind won't handle to process such a complicated code, I'll translate it for you, that means: Best Geek, Weird and Foolish Friend, I think that far too many people use BFF these days'.
'Fine, just try to talk to me in a human language next time, alright Fairchild? Love you too, pumpkin' her day might not have started very well, but at least she could go to sleep with a smile on her face, Simon always managed to make her happy when she was down. She was about to get into bed when a soft knock stopped her.
"Come in" she wasn't surprised to see her husband looking like he had insulted the Pope of Rome.
"You hate me again, don't you?" he was pale with guilt; Clary smiled and caressed his cheek.
"Actually, I've never loved you more than I do now… You cannot always win the battle, Jace, but at least you fought it… my grandpa used to tell me so" Jace still couldn't bear to see her eye to eye.
"I didn't know your mom was so…" he began.
"Stressful, unbearable, annoying, overreacting?" she gave him a quite long list of adjectives for being her own mother.
"Unsure about everything…" that was a kind of strange conclusion, but she agreed.
"There are a few things she has lived that others usually wouldn't handle… she's done pretty well for the way life has treated her" Clary answered, naturally, she had lived tragedies of her own. Jace saw the giant photo album placed on her bed.
"Now it's my time to see your naked baby pictures!" she sat next to him and began watching the same photos all over again, she had been doing it for the last hour. Jonathan and her mother had forgotten to put it back where it was. "Oh, look at little Clary all covered in blue paint!" Jace mocked her.
"Of course! I was an artist since I was born…" nostalgia stabbed Clary's heart softly as the pages went one after another, but Jace managed to make her feel even worse.
"Who's him?" Jace pointed to face he had never seen before and a face that Clary didn't see often enough; a face she had loved when she was still a bit slow to understand how life works, a face she missed and yet hated every day. He was holding her tightly in the picture, as if he had ever loved her.
"That's Valentine Morgenstern…" Jace heard as her voice broke "He's… my father".
"Oh, he looks much like your brother…" he said, Clary smiled sadly, as she had never listened to that before.
"Yeah, but at least my brother does have a heart…" she turned to wipe her tears so Jace wouldn't feel even guiltier.
"Tell me, hun" he asked, Clary froze.
"What, exactly?" she answered trying to fool both of them.
"What's with him that makes you feel so miserable?" Jace took her into his arms and placed soft kisses all over her head.
"If you've ever wondered why I don't believe in true love… he's the reason why…" she began.
"Continue, I'm listening" he assured her.
"My mother met him when they were our age, it was love at first sight; Valentine was the kind of guy that every girl wanted and never got, and he chose her to be his one, my mother, he and Luke were inseparable. They got married when they finished school, my mom was crazy in love and happy about her new life starting, and everyone greeted them constantly, they loved them also, they were the perfect couple; a year later my brother was born but… my grandma Adele died a few days later, that was when Valentine's love for my mother was first tested, she got so depressed and that reflected on Jonathan, if it hadn't been for Luke and my grandpa… I don't know how it would've ended. When she started realizing that things were wrong, it was far too late to take a step back, she was already pregnant with me. He often went out of the house without saying a thing, and came back the next day, he had a studio in the house, the days he spent at home he spent them there, my poor mother had to take care of a toddler and a new born baby on her own; when she asked him for an explanation, all he said was that he was doing it for our own good, the question was what the hell was he doing? My grandpa agreed to help mom with me, he spent long time at our house and he constantly fought with Valentine, still they continued like that for five years, and even though he wasn't a good father, he was the only one I had, he was the first man I ever told I love you to and later regretted it; everything fell apart when he left the house for more than a week, when he came back it was a sea of shouting and tears, Jonathan tried to persuade me of going to my room, but I knew that would be the last memory I'd ever have of my father, so I stayed until my mom said: It's over, then my grandpa hugged the three of us for the entire afternoon… he disappeared after that, he used to write three words to us when he remembered he had children, my brother just lost it when he stopped sending those stupid letters, my grandpa died and my mother getting married was just too much for him; he left the house with the pretext of looking for Valentine but I knew deep inside that he just didn't want to face our new reality, a reality I learned to love somehow. You know? You don't need great dramas to feel shattered, Jace; sometimes its tinny things that destroy you one by one and when you noticed you've lost the battle, it's late to try to do anything…" long ago she had stopped crying over Valentine, over his betrayal, but still it hurt. And it hurt even more when she felt Jace's tears getting her shirt all wet.
"You think I don't understand you? Baby, we're more alike than we could ever have imagined…" and damn they had figured out so much things that day! Clary caressed his cheek.
"Hey, we promised that our family would be better than anyone's, right? Mistakes happen for us to learn… with a broken heart, but still we'll go on…" they had to, they just had to; Clary wouldn't manage to lose another dear person. First was Valentine, then Granville and her brother, and she had almost lost Simon, she just couldn't lose him.
"God, what would I do without you?" they hugged each other sealing another love promise, recovering hope somehow "I swear on the Angel, Clary, that we'll never know what's like to suffer because of them again… I'll make you only happy from now on, trust me.
"You already make me happy, Jace…" she assured him. "But you know what would make this night even more special?" she smiled with now dry eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"Sleeping together even while knowing that my mother might catch us!" she squealed excited and started covering his face with kisses.
"I've created a monster" Jace gave up to his adorable wife, and they did dreamed in each other's arms that night; the only place where Clary always felt safe and happy, was wherever Jace was holding her.
To be continued…
Dreamer.