If you haven't read High School Sweethearts and High School Sweethearts 2: Surprise, Surprise then you should NOT read this one until you do.

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1. This story does and will have profanity, sexual content and may very well include straight up sexual scenes. So, this is the only warning you will get.

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Don't Cha - Pussycat Dolls; Big Poppa - Biggie

Clary

I groan. "I can't believe I let the two of you talk me into this," I say unamused to Izzy and Magnus, as they hover around me like vultures waiting for their next meal.

Magnus cuts his eyes at my face, looking me right in the eyes. "Well, there was no way in hell, that we were letting you get married in shorts and flip flops, Biscuit."

"I wasn't getting married in shorts and flip flops," I say defensively. I straighten my shoulders, squaring them. "I was going to get married in-"

"I know, pants and boots," Izzy says dramatically with a loud sigh, cutting me off. "But, that isn't good enough for you, or for Jace."

"I'm still trying to figure out how in the world, the two of you talked him into wearing a tux's." I say intriguingly, and with a small laugh as I finish my sentence.

"Jonny," Izzy says simply.

I look up and around for him, but I can't see him anywhere. "Where?"

"He's not here," Magnus says with a chuckle. "The guys still haven't made it here, yet."

"O-kay, then why did you say his name?" I ask confusedly, looking over my shoulder at Izzy.

She laughs. "He told Jace that he had to wear a tux, or he wasn't going to walk you down the aisle and allow him to marry you."

"Why does that sound so familiar?" I ask teasingly. "You know, this kind of feels like prom all over again." I point out.

Izzy laughs knowingly, and I know that she's remembering exactly what I'm talking about.

"What do you mean?" Magnus asks curiously.

"Clary and Jace wanted to go to our junior prom in normal clothes," Izzy says dramatically, putting air quotes around normal clothes. "They said that they didn't see the point in getting dressed up fancy, and just wanted to be comfortable. But.. none of us would let them. Jocelyn told Clary that it was just one special night, and that she didn't want Clary to look back and regret it. Stephen and Celine wanted Jace to wear a tuxedo and when he still refused, Jon told him that if he didn't, that he wasn't gonna allow Jace to take Clary to prom, and that he'd go as her date instead." She explains with a slight fondness to her tone.

"Aw, I see," Magnus says in amusement. He chuckles as he adds, "That does sound like Jon, though."

I sigh. "I really wish we would have known you back then, Mag-Pie."

"Yeah, we would have had a bigger blast than we already did." Izzy adds with a happy tone in her voice.

"I do too," Magnus states with a tad bit of sorrow in his voice. I believe I hear him sniff. "You two are going to make me cry."

"Why's that?" Izzy asks sympathetically.

"All this walking down memory lane y'all have been doing lately, all the great memories that I wish I could have been there for but missed out on, it's just.." He pauses, trying to search for the word he wants to use.

"Sad." Izzy says simply as I say, "Depressing." with a sigh. The both of us trying to be helpful.

"No, it's all nostalgic." He says matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, well, you can blame it on the hormones." I say jokingly. But in all honesty, I know that it's partially true. The other part is due to the fact, that we are all taking very large steps forward in our lives; that's the other reason for me at least. It seems as if it was only yesterday that we were all in high school; ditching classes from time to time, partying, and just being an all around wild bunch of teenagers. And now, we are all in our twenties, engaged and due to be married in less than a month's time, and Izzy and myself are pregnant making Jace and Jon expectant fathers.

"Speaking of hormones, I'm dying of heat." Izzy says bluntly. I can feel her fanning herself, to my left. "It's like a sauna in here."

"You said that an hour ago, and the thermostat was set on seventy, and nobody has messed with it." Magnus says nonchalantly as he looks around me at Izzy.

"Does that mean we can take a break, now?" I ask through an exhausted breath, secretly hopeful that the answer is yes, as Magnus tugs at the hem line of the dress that I'm wearing. Him and Izzy are having to alter it to fit around my now, slightly, pooching belly.

"I suppose, we can take another break." Magnus replies in mock exasperation.

"Good, cause I need to pee." I say happily as I step down off the little square platform that they have had me standing on, for what has felt like the entire day.

"You know, at this rate, we'll have your wedding dress completely finished after Christmas." He says teasingly with a chuckle.

"That works for me," I say simply as I head towards the bathroom.

"Oh, it will be done before the twenty-seventh," Izzy says confidently. "There's no way in hell, that I'm letting you get married in pants."

"You're no fun, Iz." I say, mimicking how a child would say it, over my shoulder just as I reach the bathroom door. I stop and turn to look at her and Magnus. "We wanted this to be casual and simple, with just our family. But, you two, and apparently with some help from my brother, have turned this into something so much bigger."

Izzy and Magnus both smile at me, proudly.

"We're a family, and-" Izzy begins.

"That's what we're suppose to do." Magnus says assuredly, interrupting her and finishing her sentence for her.

I sigh happily with a smile as I shake my head slightly, at them. How am I suppose to argue with that? I ask myself. I can't. They both have extravagant weddings planned for themselves, and I know that they only want the same thing for mine and Jace's. After all, that is what a real family does. They always want the best for each other, and will do everything humanly possible to make sure it happens. And that's exactly what our family does. We make damn sure that the others have the best. We always push each other to succeed, and reach higher than we thought was even possible for ourselves. We stand by each other through thick and thin. I sigh, inwardly, as I think of...

How much I love our family!

Jace

"Is Mrs. Penhallow's car ready, yet?" Alec shouts across the garage, over the sound of the air tools that are in use.

"Not yet," Jon hollers back at him. "A couple of more lug-nuts and checking the air in the tires, then she's good to go."

"Alright, I'll let her know." Alec yells back to him.

"Let Starkweather know that his truck is ready, too." Bat yells, and you can hear the hood of the big rig slam shut as he does.

"How's it coming with the Blackwell's suburban?" Alec asks calmly, startling me slightly and causing me to nearly hit my head on the suv's hood that I just so happen to be currently sitting under. I hadn't expected him to appear beside me.

I look over to my right at him, and he's looking under the hood. "At this point, I don't know if it would be cheaper to just buy a new motor, or to rip into this one and just rebuild it."

We haven't been opened long - nearly a month, now - and even though business seems like it's booming, it's actually still pretty slow. So, we are still having to watch our spending. If it wasn't for Luke, Jocelyn, the Lightwoods, Bat's mom, and my own mother telling their friends and clients about us, we would probably still be sitting here twiddling our thumbs; waiting for the next customer that either came across one of Clary's ads, or just happened to see the place on their way by. I figure once people catch wind of this place, by word of mouth, things will pick up. Then, I'll probably be wishing for days like this.

"Why's that?" He asks curiously with his eyebrows furrowed together.

I point at the engine and sigh, "I've been slowly tearing into it and I don't know what his kid was doing, but.. not only did he bend a rod, he shoved it into the pan. He also has a lot of oil in the radiator and water in the oil, so you know what that means."

"At least one cracked head," Alec says nonchalantly as he shakes his head. "His boy, Chris, sure did do a number on it." He sighs. "I guess, I'll call Mr. Blackwell and let him know. We'll see what he wants to do from there." He says with a nervous chuckle.

"Tell him not to let his kid drive anymore." I say jokingly, trying to ease his nervousness. It's never easy to break this kind of news to a customer, because you never know how they are going to react. They could blame you for the problem, or they could take it in stride.

"Hell, tell him to let his kid drive more. That means more business for us." Jon says with amusement in his voice, as he walks up to us.

"Magnus actually gave me an idea that could help pick things up, coupons for discounted oil changes," Alec says simply, and crosses his arms as he leans them against the suburban. "Something like... ten dollars off oil change with coupon."

"I like that idea," I say with certainty. "What do you think?" I ask curiously as I look over at Jon, and Bat who is now walking up behind him.

"I think it's a great idea," Bat says excitedly. "It works for everybody that owns a vehicle, big rigs and all."

"Could even do.. ten or fifteen dollars off alignments, too." Jon says suggestively.

"Another good idea!" Alec says enthusiastically. "Does that mean we are all in agreement?" He asks sounding hopeful.

We all look at each other and nod.

"I guess, that's settled then," Bat says confidently.

"Yeah. I'll talk to Clary, when we get home, and see if she can do us up some coupons on her computer." I say decisively. "If y'all come up with any more ideas, let me know."

"Oh, by the way, Jia's Kia is ready to go." Jon states.

"Looky there, Jonny, you're a poet and didn't even know it." Bat says jokingly as we all laugh.

"Yeah, I have my moments." Jon says proudly as he straightens up and brushes his shoulder off.

"Now don't go getting a big head on us." Alec says teasingly as he takes a step back from the suburban.

"You're just jealous that you didn't come up with it first." Jon says, joking back.

Alec playfully rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he says with a smile, as he waves his left hand dismissively with each 'yeah' he says. "Okay, I'm gonna go let Mrs. Penhallow and Mr. Starkweather know their vehicles are ready for them." He informs us, getting serious and back to business. He turns around and heads back to the lobby.

"Well, looks like our work is done here for the day," Bat says with certainty. He slaps the fender, gently. "Since you're basically at a stand still with this beast."

"Yeah, it looks that way." I say simply.

"I suppose we should start cleaning everything up then." Jon chimes in.

The three of us start cleaning up the tools, and our work stations.

"So, how's Clary and Izzy doing?" Bat asks curiously. "I sure have missed seeing Clary around here today."

I sigh with a small smile. I'm glad I'm not the only one that's been missing her around here. About a month ago, Izzy called us, completely frantic, because she had come home from school and found Clary passed out on the kitchen floor, and since nobody else is at home during the week due to school and work, we gave her an office up here. None of us wanted her to be home alone, especially in case something were to happen, again. But she is still able to do her school work, and work on the few odd web design jobs that she's been getting since ours was released. She even likes to help us out, by running the office. However this week, since it's Thanksgiving break for Izzy, Magnus, and Todd, she won't really be up here much, if at all. Mainly it's due to the fact that, once again, I got blackmailed into wearing a dreadful tux, - but at least this time, it's for our wedding that's coming up soon so I can't complain to much - so Izzy and Magnus have made her their Barbie doll, and are probably still in the process of making her a dress. Shit! I curse myself. I forgot that I have to be their Ken doll, this afternoon. They said that they needed to put 'the finishing touches' - whatever that means - on the tuxedo they made for me. But at least they made this one fit, comfortably. So unless I'm looking at it, I can hardly tell that I'm in a monkey suit.

"They're doing good," I reply cheerfully as I wipe grease off the wrench that I'm holding in my right hand.

"I don't know about that," Jon says skeptically, and my heart starts to race with his words.

"What do you mean? Did something happen?" Bat asks curiously, before I have the chance to ask anything. It's almost as if he could read my mind.

"Well.." Jon says with no emotion at all and then pauses. "Clary might have Izzy and Magnus hanging from a tree by now." He explains and then laughs. I exhale the breath that I didn't even realize I had been holding. I really wish he wouldn't do things like that.

"I bet." Bat says in amusement with a small laugh. "In all the years that I've known her, she's never been very fond of dresses."

"She never has been a fan of dresses," Alec says dramatically, from behind me and I turn around. "I need the keys to the Kia." Jon points to the car, indicating that the keys are still in it. "Bat, could you bring the rig around front for Mr. Starkweather?"

"Sure, no problem." Bat says simply.

"While we pull these around front, you two can start locking up if you want." Alec says happily as he opens the car door. He climbs in, fires it up, and backs out of the garage.

I look over at Jon, he's looking at me with confusion and his eyebrows furrowed together. I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, you heard the man. Let's lock up shop." I say eagerly as I start to make my way towards the closest bay door.

"You don't have to tell me twice," he says just as eagerly.

We start pulling down the doors, locking them as we go. We walk through the shop and into the lobby, where we find Bat and Alec. They are letting down the blinds, and the computer has already been turned off. Once everything is done, and we are all washed up - well, at least as good as we could get - we all head out the door, locking it behind us. Bat heads to his truck and me, Jon, and Alec head over to Alec's, since we rode with him today; because we're all suppose to be meeting up at our house for what should be the last fitting for us guys, and from what I was informed of, to go over some sort of wedding details.

As I climb in the passenger seat I can't help but thinking that, I'm so glad that we're calling it an early day, even if it is only by a few minutes. That suburban really pissed me off, especially when I smashed the hell out of my fingers; not once, but twice. And I'm beyond ready to get home and see Clary. It makes me wonder how her day went, and how many times she ended up getting frustrated with Izzy and Magnus. Yesterday, she told me that they apparently thought she was the pin cushion, because they ended up poking her at least a dozen times. I laugh to myself as I remember what she said next, which was that if they did that shit again today, she was just going to get married in her bra and panties. I wouldn't mind that, but everybody else might. The memory makes me think of how much I love my crazy, human pin cushion! She definitely knows how to keep life interesting, and me on my toes. I sigh, inwardly, and mentally shake my head with a smile, at the thought of...

What she could possibly come up with next.

Jonathan

"Hey, Alec." Jace says out of nowhere, getting mine and Alec's attention. He's looking to his left at Alec, who is behind the wheel, driving. "Do you mind if we make a quick stop at the store?"

"No problem," Alec says simply. "Which store?"

"Publix, or any grocery store will do." Jace responds.

"What do you need from the store?" I ask curiously, from the back seat.

"I want to get the stuff to make some sweet and sour chicken for dinner tonight." Jace replies nonchalantly. "I've got a strong want for that, and mangoes, for some reason."

Alec laughs. "I thought the girls were suppose to be the ones craving things, not you."

"It's sympathy cravings," Jace jokes back.

"At least it isn't anything weird like, pickles and peanut butter." I chime in, as Alec pulls into the store parking lot.

"That's gross," Jace says with disgust as Alec asks, "Have you been craving that?" suspiciously but sounding grossed out, all at the same time.

I shake my head. "No, but I remember your mom craving that when she was pregnant with Max."

"I can't believe you remembered that," Alec says in laughter. "I had completely forgot all about that." He admits as he pulls into a parking spot and then kills the engine.

I scoff. "You would. But remember, I was the one that got up enough guts to try it." I say dramatically.

"You actually tried it?" Jace asks in disbelief, as we all start climbing out of the truck's cab.

"Yep." I say proudly and popping the p, as the three of us begin to make our way to the store. I make a gagging noise, remembering the taste. "It was horrible, and I'll never try it again," I say with certainty, and Jace and Alec both laugh.

"I wouldn't have tried it, in the first place," Jace states matter-of-factly. "Yecch."

"Yeah, what did make you try it anyway?" Alec asks curiously.

"I was dared." I say with a grumble.

"By who?" Jace asks skeptically, as we walk through the sliding doors.

I look over to my right, at him, with my eyebrows raised. "Do you really need to ask that question?"

"You mean to tell me, that Clary dared you to eat that nasty crap." Jace says instead of asking, with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Mmm, hmm. Her and Izzy both did." I say sarcastically. Him and Alec laugh, again.

"What did you get out of the whole ordeal?" Alec asks in laughter.

"Bragging rights," I say gloating. I then decide to fill them in a little more, "They tried it too, ya know."

"No they didn't," Jace says, his voice filled with doubt.

I simply nod, yes, as we reach the meat department.

"I remember that now," Alec says, and it's obvious that it has just dawned on him, that he was there when it happened. "They tried to get me to try it, too."

Jace opens his mouth to say something as he reaches for a package of chicken, and I'm sure that I know what it is that is about to come out of his mouth.

"No, he didn't try it." I tell him, before he has the chance to get it out.

Jace shrugs. "Well, you and the girls had issues. There's no way in hell, that I would ever even bother to try something like that."

"What do you mean had? They still do." Alec says jokingly as we head for the produce section of the store.

"Just think, in less than a weeks time, you'll be married to the one with the biggest issues out of all of us." I say teasingly.

"Yeah," Jace says with a happy sigh. "But isn't it great?!" He asks enthusiastically, and I can feel him smiling.

"If you say so. I've lived with her my whole life, and let me tell ya, it's no walk in the park." I say, joking around. We both know, even though I know better than anybody, that living with Clary really is anything but a bad thing.

I can still remember when our parents first told me they were going to have another baby, that I did not like the idea. I was happy with being an only child. After all, I had Alec, and he only lived right across the street. Then when they told me she was a girl, I did not like that at all. If I was going to have a sibling, I wanted a little brother. Because then we would at least have somebody that could play football, and get down and dirty with us; and girls were, well.. prissy. But, our dad kept trying to reassure me that she was going to be strong, and act like one of the boys. I can still hear him saying, 'Son, she's a Morgenstern, and she has your mother's blood in her too. She's going to be our princess, but she's not going to be a prissy girl either. She's going to do everything you do, and then some. That includes, playing football. She's going to be a firecracker. She's going to fight for you, and probably with you at times, but that's what family does. And son, she is our family.' Then when they brought her home from the hospital, I remember thinking that 'this was never going to work.' But as we started to get older, I realized that I was very wrong, and he was right.

"You better not let her hear you say that," Alec warns, pulling me out of my reverie, just as we reach produce.

"Yeah, or she'll make you eat those words," Jace says assuredly with a small laugh.

"She'd have to catch me first," I say confidently.

"It wouldn't be hard, you do live under the same roof." Alec points out.

"And you'd have to sleep eventually." Jace adds.

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me

My phone goes off, interrupting our conversation. It's Izzy's ringtone. So I quickly pull my phone out of it's clip, and read the message.

Tell Alec to stop at the store on y'alls way in and pick up some more saltines and ice cream. -Iz

"Are you ever going to change that ringtone?" Alec asks curiously with a laugh, as I read the message.

"Nope." I say popping the p.

"Why not?" Jace asks simply.

What kind of ice cream? -Jon

I shrug my shoulders, slightly. "I figured I'd let her do that, since she was the one that set it to that in the first place." I explain, looking back up at him and Alec.

"Yeah, but, she set that as her ringtone, when we were all in school." Jace says teasingly, while shaking his head slowly with a small smile on his face. He pulls out his phone, and I assume he's texting Clary.

"I know. Mine is still set as Big Poppa on hers." I say proudly with a big shit eating grin, as Jace and Alec begin to pick through the bell peppers. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get crackers and ice cream." I turn around and start to walk off, leaving the two to continue picking out bell peppers.

"Well, go on with your bad self." Alec calls out, teasingly, just as my phone goes off, again.

Neapolitan -Iz

Alright, I got ya covered. ;) -Jon

As I walk down the frozen aisle, that has ice cream down both sides, I begin to wonder if this is what it was like for my dad and Robert, when my mom and Maryse were pregnant with me and Alec. I mean, it's not a bad thing by far, at least not yet, but I can vaguely remember our moms becoming somewhat miserable while they were pregnant with Clary and Izzy. And I honestly, don't know what to expect. I really wish my dad was still alive. I could ask him about his personal experience, since he's been through this twice. I really miss his advice. I sigh at the thought. Lord knows...

How much I could use it right now.

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