I am SO SO SO SO SOOOOOO Utterly sorry. The truth is...

I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK! YES! IT's HORRIBLE! GHASTLY! DISGUSTING! I FEEL LIKE IM CONTAGIOUS! I SHOULD BE CONFINED TO MY ROOM! Lol I AM confined to my room. Summer for a Teenage Misfit. LOL jk I have friends. I hang out. Speaking of which last week a bunch of us went to the mall and we were hanging in the dollar store and then my friend was looking at cards so he put it back, and it's on the very top of the little card stand thing and he's kinda sorta clumsy so it falls over, but he doesn't notice. So the clerk, walks over to him and literally starts yelling "HEY! WHAT"S YOU PROBLEM? IF I EVER SEE YOU THROWING CARDS IN HERE AGAIN IM GOING TO KICK YOU OUT OF HERE! PICK IT UP! I SAID PICK IT UP" and my friends just stuttering. "I'm sorry... really i didn't mean too..." and the guy goes "DONT CONTRADICT ME!" ... he's just pissed that he's like 25 and working in the dollar store. LOL

SO So SOOOOO sorry for the long break. But I'll update soon again. I PROMISE!

Oh yeah. And I forgot to add this like 4 chapters ago, but Jocelyn and Luke have a kid, he's like 11 and his name's Teddy. Pretend he was there before kay? xD

Happy Readin'

Jace POV

"JACE?" My wife's voice echoed shrill from somewhere in the institute.

"What?" I mutter back, the side of my face pressed flat again the couch on which I was sprawled on.

"WHERE ARE THE KIDS?" I groan and roll over. Izzy and Simon had gone out for a little 'One on one time' as he put it and Clary... well I really have no idea what she was doing but it ended up with me wasting a perfectly good Saturday evening watching two seven month olds and a 14 month old while I could have been doing, well anything.

"Right here," I said flipping around on the couch to face the blanket they had been napping on, "They're sleeping, holy shit!"

"What?" she said finally appearing in the room. Her long red hair was piled in a messy bun on top of her head and paint was splattered all over her jeans and black tank top.

"Jesus, doing a Jackson Pollock?" I smirk at her. She rolls her eyes and me and wipes her splattered hands down her jeans.

"Just what was so shitty Jace?" she asked me.

"Well you see... funny story but..." I started eyeing her carefully, "Um... I was sitting here... watching the kids, definitly watching the kids and then. Um... well I kind of maybe fell slightly asleep,"

"Slightly asleep? That's not even possible," she muttered cutting me off. "And let me guess, you lost the kids."

"They were right here..." I muttered glancing around the room.

"They couldn't have gotten far, and all the windows and such are closed right?" She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And Adrian won't shut up, so we just follow the constant stream of chatter,"

I got up swiftly and pulled her into a kiss. "I love your thinking," I said when we broke off and continued onto the door, leaving her stock still, frozen in surprise. I stop by the door to glance back at her, my signature smirk playing on my lips. "You coming?"

As I walk off in the direction of the faint babbling I heard her mutter something that suspiciously sounded like glass mole.

Clary POV

Jace is an idiot. We all know it. The end, end of story. I mean how hard was it to, I don't know, WATCH the kids, not fall asleep and, you know... UH!

Ha... well sorry, I'm a bit flustered I guess, from that kiss. What? You can't JUDGE me from that, the man is an exceptional kisser. And idiot, but a very good kisser.

I follow Jace out of the living room and into the hallway. He hears my steps and turns to smile that stupid arrogant smile... smirk.. thing.. at me. He stops and waits for me but I brush past him. "Keep moving honey, or at this rate they'll have graduated college before we find them,"

"It depends, firstly I'm not too sure that son of Simon's is bright enough to get into any college, never the less pass it, and secondly if either Rue, or Dre wants to be a doctor then I'm sure we'll find them before they finish that, what is it, like 13 years?" he says evenly to me, matching my angered pace with a leisurely stroll of his. Not for the first time I cursed my stupid short legs..

"Why can't you just take the hit and stay down?" I mutter.

"Because that is exactly the opposite of my motto, what kind of hot, sexy, completely gorgeous knight in armor would just give up when the angry Greater Demon sheared off a little bit of his hot, sexy, completely gorgeous, lustrous and perfect hair? A really crappy one. What the hot, sexy, completely gorgeous knight would do though is get even more pissed off that some idiotic, unworthy Greater Demon messed with is hot, sexy, completely gorgeous, lustrous and perfect hair and then kill it all the faster," he said wrapping and arm around my waist securing me to him.

"You're forgetting the princess though," I said leaning on him just a bit even though my brain was screaming bloody murder at me.

"Oh, yeah... then he saved the princess, but that's not the fun part though," he said resting his head on top of my head.

"The fun part is getting into bed with the doting, eternally grateful princess," he muttered slyly into my hair, his other arm snaking around my hips as well. I couldn't help the deep scarlet blush that flooded my cheeks.

"I love it when you do that," he said absent-mindedly looping a strand of my hair around his finger.

"Jace," I said suddenly turning in his arms so I faced him. His eyebrows shot up at my alarmed tone, "Yes?"

I couldn't help myself. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him like he was the only life preserver in miles of ocean. He was my life preserver. I couldn't imagine life without him, no matter how obnoxious or slightly perverted he was.

"Why me Jace? Why?"

Jace POV

Sometimes she reminded me of a Sun Flower. Fluris Lumiousant, was it's real name, but Hodge always called it the Sun Flower. It wasn't anything like a mundane sunflower, it looked more like a rose, except elongated slightly, as to give it the trumpeted shape of a Honeydew flower, or tulip. The thing that always got me though was the color. A deep, fiery red it was in bloom all season. Each stem only produces one flower and so it has many, almost unnatural wards surrounding the plant.

I like to think of her like that, as the flower. It helps that her blush is the same color as the petals. A deep intense red color, edged with dark pink. It's mesmerizing to look at in the dark, the flower. There's a sort of aura surrounding it, a luminescent glow. I expect that's why it's called the Sun Flower. It's light never extinguishes, it'll always be there. It may look weak, small and delicate but it's tough, and strong and it will never leave. She will never leave me.

She's shaking in my arms, trembling. She seems so small, so light, so fragile. It's a wonder to me that she's not blown away with the wind every time she walks outside.

"Because-" I start. My voice isn't as it is normally. It's shaking just as much a she is and I work to steady it. The usual flow that which words come to me is gone. I'm lost, vulnerable. Everything that makes me, me is gone, wiped away with one mere question. My attitude, my words, my mask has been erased. And then it's there.

"Because when I look at you I don't see a women. I see the women. The women who woke me up. Before I met you I lived in a gray world. Occasionally there would be little flecks of color flickering here and there but then I saw you. A splash of red in a gray world. You made my life vivid colorful, and how could I not love the person who had the power to build my world but also the power to tear it all down."

"But, I'm not anybody special, what are you talking about? I'm just me Clary. That's it, nothing special. I'm just me,"

"But just Clary's enough for me," I whispered gruffly pulling her tightly to me and bending down to meet her lips.

Teddy POV

It was already past 8:30 and I was starving. The kids had found their way into my room, much to my displeasure, but watching them was actually quite amusing. Dre would be leaping around the room making random sound effects, pretending to be a shadow hunter I'm guessing while Tristan staggered after him. The twins had just learned to walk so they weren't nearly as steady on their feet as Dre was, especially since Dre seemed to have inherited Jace's smooth physical grace. Rue had first just sat around watching but then deciding to join in on the fun, keeping much better pace with her cousin then her twin was.

" By the Angel I'm starving," he muttered. The thing about being in the middle of the generations is that there's nobody to talk to. No one your own age that is. His parents are old timers, always with the Lightwood's and the most senior member of the New York Conclave. His older sister Clary, was already like... 20 something, still way to old to interact with like you would with someone your age. And their kids... well they couldn't even talk yet.

"Life sucks," he muttered tossing a worn copy of Naruto back onto his cluttered desk. Izzy always started tearing up when she saw it. Alex said that it was an old copy of Max's and that they didn't want to throw them out so they just gave them to him instead.

"That's it.. I'm going down for food," he said to nobody, sliding himself off the bed. Immediately the kids looked over at him and he groaned.

"Fine..." he muttered scooping Rue up in one arm and Tristan up in the other. Tristan seemed ecstatic that he was higher up than Dre but he didn't seem to mind too much. Just gave Tristan a withering look and followed after me down the step of the Institute to the kitchen.

"Hey Clary... Clary? You said that you'd have dinner ready like 2 hours ago," I called. The Institute was eerily quiet. I set the kids down next to me and pulled out a knife. My ears were unusually keen, even for a shadow hunter. It's probably the werewolf blood in me. I stopped near the door to the kitchen, where there was a sucking sort of sound. Oh my god, maybe it's a vampire. What if Clary's in trouble? I steeled up all my courage and charged through the door.

"GO DIE YOU NASTY VAMPIRE! Oh my god I'm scarred for life! AHH! My eyes. THEY BURN! BURN I SAY!" I had charged in not on Clary being eaten alive by a vampire but by Jace and Clary... in full make out. Needless to say, I might need glasses... and therapy.

Jace and Clary sprang apart, their eyes wide mouths hanging open. The kids ran in after me, Adrian, again leaping around making Shadow hunter noises until he looked up at his parents with obvious glee.

"Momma, you wook wike a tomato,"

So as for my writer's block problem... I have so many ideas for when the kids are teens... but as for now... I HAVE NO CLUE. So Review and give me ideas for before that kay? Or if ya'll are fine with me just time skipping and going straight to when they're teens... and then doing little shorts about when they were kids. Seriously just give me an idea and I'll write to that.