CLARY'S POV

"Did you get it?" Clary inquired as Isabelle walked in the door. Jace was at work and she had taken the day off, as had Isabelle.

The girl rolled her eyes as she set the bag down on the counter. "No, I didn't which is why I decided to return without it."

"This is no time for jokes, Izzy," Clary scolded. She took the bag and walked into the bathroom. Isabelle waited outside the door.

"I'm sorry, I know that this is possibly very big for you. Lifechanging, even."

"Yes, yes it is."

Isabelle was quiet for a little while and Clary assumed that she was probably leaning against the door. She could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere in the apartment and all was silent until Isabelle finally spoke again. "Oh hey, so I was thinking that for my wedding you and all my bridesmaids should wear pink."

"Do I not get a say in what I wear?"

"Who here owns a fashion company?" Isabelle asked rhetorically. "That's what I thought, plus it's not like Magnus let me choose his outfit for his and Alec's wedding. But I mean, mine and Simon's wedding is coming up soon and if you really are pregnant then I'm hoping it's soon enough that you won't be too bloated by then."

"Izzy!" Clary exclaimed as she opened the door to the bathroom, pregnancy test in hand.

"Oh good," Isabelle smiled. "You're done." She turned and walked into the living room, Clary followed.

"Ugh, Iz I don't think that I can look at this. Take it for me." She held out her hand and Isabelle gingerly took the stick from her. "Ah, how much longer do we have?"

"About forty-five seconds," She answered. "Just calm down, Clare, don't you want to have a kid?"

"Well sure, but Jace and I haven't talked about it at all! I have no idea how he feels about this, I mean I'm assuming that he wants to but I just don't know if it's too soon. Is it too soon?"

"Of course not," Isabelle rubbed Clary's arm with her free hand. "You guys have been married for over a year now and you both have steady jobs. It'll be fine."

"I know, I know," Clary took a deep breath.

"Oh!" Izzy suddenly exclaimed. Clary looked at her expectantly as she glanced up from her watch with a wide smile. "It's time." She raised the stick so that the side with the little window was facing her and not Clary.

"What does it say?" Clary asked breathlessly.

"It's negative."

"What? Really?" Isabelle didn't reply as Clary collapsed onto her couch. Her friend sat down beside her still with the stick in hand. "Wow, I can't believe I was doing all that worrying about nothing."

"Well, you did say you weren't ready, didn't you?"

Clary shrugged. "It's not that I'm not ready, it's that I don't know if we're ready. I don't know, I guess I was kind of liking the idea of being pregnant."

"Well that's good because it's actually positive," Isabelle said and Clary whipped her head towards her.

"What do you mean it's positive?" She demanded.

"I was lying, look," She turned the stick so Clary could see the two pink lines. Her hands flew up to her mouth. "I just wanted to have a little 'Phoebe from Friends' moment there. But yeah, you're pregnant."

"I'm pregnant," Clary said to herself letting it sink in. She laughed a little suddenly because overwhelmed with joy. "Oh my god, I'm pregnant!" She leaped up from the couch and hugged her best friend when the girl stood too. They were both squealing from excitement when the front door opened.

"What on earth are you two so happy about?" Asked Simon. Isabelle chucked a pillow at him and he ducked just in time before glaring at his fiance. "At least that time it wasn't a phone."

"Sorry, I thought you were Jace," She shrugged. She then turned to Clary with a newfound realization. "How are you going to tell Jace?"

JACE'S POV

"Simon, my man," Jace greeted the boy as he walked into his office. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged and looked around a bit, his gaze finally landed on the picture of Clary that Jace had on his desk. He picked it up and studied it as he spoke. "I realized that I've still yet to see where you work so I figured I'd pop by before you leave to go home."

"And you didn't call to ask if you could?" Jace inquired standing up and taking the picture from Simon. He set it back down and walked around the desk to where the other boy stood. "What if I was in a meeting?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the desk.

Simon looked from side to side a moment. "But you're not, are you?"

"Well, what if I have one in a few minutes?"

"But you don't," Simon narrowed his eyes. "Do you?"

Jace rolled his eyes and let his arms drop to his side. "What do you want, Si?"

"I already told you," said he, "I wanted to see your office." He walked over to the window and admired the view of the city. "Nice." Simon spun around and examined the knickknacks and the books. He didn't even speak as he walked around, simply grunted in appreciation every now and then. Jace was beginning to become impatient.

"Simon, if you're done here, I was actually thinking of heading home an hour early today, so..." He gestured to the door but Simon made no move to leave, in fact, he plopped down in a chair and looked around once more.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like a great idea, I'd probably want to do that too on account of what a nice day it is and all."

"Great, so then..." Jace gestured to the door again, this time more animatedly.

"Yeah," Simon nodded seeming content with the aggravation he was causing in the golden boy. "Very nice office, plush seats, the wood of this desk is slick. What kind is it? Oak? Mahogany? And you've got really great lighting in here too. Plus these carpets are so soft, and I love the color of these walls. Yup, very nice." Jace groaned hitting his head against the door frame and staying there.

"Can I leave yet?" Jace pleaded. Miraculously, Simon stood up with a huff.

"Yeah, I'm about ready to go."

"Thank the Angel," Jace whispered. As Simon started out the office Jace went back to collect his things.

"Oh, but one more thing," Simon stopped at the door and Jace looked up wanting a heavy book to bang his head against. "I took the subway here, can you give me a ride."

Jace sighed. "Sure."

"Great, thanks, bud, and could I maybe drive? I have always wanted to drive your car."

"No, you can't drive Amber." Jace looked up at Simon who just pouted at him and remained silent for several minutes until he gave in. "Okay, jeez fine, you can drive her. But be careful or I will hurt you in ways you have never even dreamt of being hurt."

Simon took a step back and held his hands up against his chest in fear. He narrowed his eyes at Jace for a moment longer before regaining his composure. "You, Jace Herondale, are a mean, mean man."

"Tell it to your fiance," Jace grabbed his wallet, keys, and phone and walked out the door hitting the lights.

"Maybe I will," Simon grumbled following after him. "And then maybe she will tell your wife and I sincerely doubt that she'll be too happy about that."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." They reached the car and Jace reluctantly handed over his keys. He slid into the passenger side and his heart clenched as Simon closed the door to the driver's side. The engine revved and Simon grinned like a kid in a candy store. "Careful or-"

"Or you'll hurt me in ways I never dreamed," Simon waved a dismissive hand before clutching the wheel with both hands and starting off. "I've heard it all before."

"Yes," Jace deadpanned. "You did, and it was from me two minutes ago."

"Well you were always one to talk the talk but not so much to walk the walk," Simon started. Jace tunned out, though, as he continued to ramble on. He grabbed the pen that he kept in the glove compartment out and wrote on his arm.

Why did Simon show up at my office?
And why is he acting stranger than usual?
And for the love of god, he's driving my car and I'm trying not to have a heart attack but it's really hard.

Jace, sweetie, calm down.
Simon just wanted to hang out with you for a bit, he feels you guys aren't close enough.

Jace was about to reply when Clary continued.

He's driving your car?

YES!
And I'm highly uncomfortable.

Well, that's your fault for letting him drive it, to be honest.

I hate you.

Liar.

Possibly, but that doesn't change the fact that this is your friend and your fault.

I'll try to comprehend how you letting Simon drive your car is my fault but in the meantime wash your arm, I've got stuff to do.

Jace rolled his eyes though he was smiling. He took some hand sanitizer out and rubbed some over his arm to rid it of the ink. He noticed the sharpie disappearing from the other one and watched until it was all gone. It took him until the car came to a full stop to realize that Simon was yet still talking, and then another full moment to realize that they were not at his and Clary's apartment. They weren't even at Isabelle and Simon's, nor Magnus and Alec's house. They were not at Light-Bane Industries, nor Clary's art studio, nor were Alec or Jon worked, not even where Simon worked. Needless to say, Jace was awfully confused.

"Simon," He turned in his seat to the boy. "Where are we?"

Simon looked up at the building- or rather house- and back at Jace. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean," Jace started slowly. "Is where are we?"

"Oh," Simon looked back at the house and shrugged. "I don't know, why don't we check it out and see?" He got out of the car without another word leaving Jace even more confused.

He got out of the car, though, and followed Simon up to the front door. The moment Jace reached it, it swung open to reveal Jonathon. Jace cocked an eyebrow as his friend ushered him inside. Jonathon closed the door behind him and Simon and they walked behind Jace as he entered the house further, next being greeted by Magnus, then Isabelle, then Alec, and lastly Clary. The walk bringing him through about half of the downstairs.

"What do you think?" Clary wondered when Jace reached her. "It's got a nice, large front yard. The kitchen is gorgeous, and obviously, we wouldn't decorate this way but it's nice to see how it could be laid out. Or..." Clary took both of Jace's hands in hers. "It doesn't have to be this house at all, there are a million other amazing possibilities that are a good distance from both our works and all our friends. What do you think?" When Clary asked the question for the second time Jace finally regained his ability to speak.

"Clare, what's going on?"

Clary stepped back from Jace letting go of his hands. She smiled insanely wide and shrugged. "I was thinking that we would probably want to start thinking about getting an actual house because-" She lifted up her shirt to show her stomach which read Baby On Board and an arrow pointing down.

Jace was so shocked that instead of actually responding, he lifted up his own shirt and looked at the identical words on his own stomach. "This is weird." Clary half laughed causing Jace to look back up at her. She was clearly scared and Jace couldn't think of why until he realized that he hadn't responded to the actual 'baby' fact yet. He rushed forward and collected the girl in his arms crashing his lips to her forehead. "You're pregnant?" Clary nodded against him and he felt something wet on his face. She was crying. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Clary shook her head. "I'm just really happy. And I'm also really damn hormonal right now."

He pressed his lips to hers. "Me too... the happy part not the hormonal part."

"Can we come in yet?" Jonathon yelled and Jace realized that their entire group of friends had actually left the house after Jace had entered.

"Yes," Jace yelled back. "Yes, of course, we need to celebrate!"

"What should we do?" Isabelle asked as they all entered.

"Anything that does not involve alcohol," Clary piped up and everyone laughed.

"I am going to throw the best baby shower ever!" Magnus exclaimed as they all exited.

"Well let's wait a few months till you start planning that," Clary said. "Like eight months, maybe."

"Nonsense," Isabelle waved a dismissive hand. "We can start planning now, we'll just have to hold back on choosing colors for a little while."

"As long as I don't have to be a part of it, I'm fine," Alec shrugged.

Magnus wrapped an arm around his husband. "Oh sweetie the shower is going to be at our house, what did you think was going to happen when you married me? You just weren't going to have to deal with a baby shower every other week?"

Alec sighed. "No, I knew exactly what I was getting into."

"Then I don't understand," Started Jon as they reached the cars. "Why you're still complaining and we're not out partying. Come on, let's go!"

Hey, my fledglings! I hope y'all enjoyed yet another epilogue! Also Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and every other holiday around this time. I can't believe the story is really over after all this time! Well, I say that now but next thing you know I'm going to be taking the 'complete' sign off this story and writing another freaking epilogue. Let me know what y'all thought though! I'm going to try to update my other stories really soon too and your reviews always help me write faster! Thanks for supporting me through another story, I love y'all!