A/N: Hiya people….I'm sorry I haven't posted in FOREVER. I'm horrible I know!! Anywaysss…..this is the last chapter….WAIT DON'T KILL ME!!!! Of THIS story. BUTTTT I'm starting the sequel called White (since this will be mostly about the wedding stuff and the babies) So THANK YOU to EVERYONE who reviewed, you all are AMAZING!

JPOV

Soft, whispering breaths came from her slightly parted lips as I watched her sleep, a smile placed gently on my face. I ran a gentle finger across her cheek, over and over again, comforted by the fact that she was there, that she was real.

I could still remember hard, painful, wonderful daydreams from years ago when she was something other than my only love, my sister. And now I have her and I couldn't ask for more.

Clary rolled over, sighing gently and pressing her face into my bare chest. I grinned and pulled her closer, careful not to suffocate her. Slowly, exhaustion was sweeping over me, my eyes sliding shut.

"WAAAA!" And of course, the babies decide to cry now once I'm all warm and comfortable and about to sleep. Of course.

"Jace, baby." Clary murmured. I grumbled as I pushed myself from the bed and into the babies room. Angela was wailing loudly as Max clapped joyously. I sighed picking up Angela and bouncing on my heels.

"Shh, honey, its ok. Its ok. What's wrong?" I murmured into her ear soothingly. She sniffled looking at Max who grinned and giggled. "What did your brother do?" I asked slowly, sitting down.

Angela just sniffled and buried her face into my neck, her tears making it wet. I sighed painfully. I hated when she cried. It was almost worse than Clary crying. Max giggled and threw something, a building block, it clonking me in the head.

"Ouch." I muttered, wincing. Max giggled. "Oh so you're a demented baby with a good arm." I said placing a binkie in Angela's mouth and setting her in the crib. Max clapped.

"Dada." He said. I smiled. Ha. Another successful win. Score two!

"No more blocks Max." I said removing his blocks from his crib. He made a stifled noise then began crying. "Ah…Max!" I whispered picking him up. He kicked his legs around before giggling.

I frowned. "It's a bipolar baby…" I muttered before something caught my eye. The blocks were back in the crib. I glanced between the baby and the blocks and behind me where I had set the blocks. Empty.

"What did you do Max?" I whispered staring at him in amazement. "Blocks. Mine." He said with a tiny determined voice. My mouth slowly opened in shock before I set him in the crib, taking the block with me.

"Mine!" Max whined. Angela giggled. "Shh….Max, Angela…quiet." I said slowly setting a block beside me in a chair. Max frowned, my eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting now.

Suddenly the block was gone, right beside him and he clapped. Angela laughed and clapped. "Do it again Max." I said numbly, this time watching the block rise and move over to the crib.

"Oh Angel."