This is a gift to lacieM2000!

You might get one if you are the first reviewer, if you are, please keep in mind that I will be posting the story either later in the week, or possibly next week because of school work. Thx!

Clary was vewing her life since the beginning, when she met Jace. It was all a blur, the disbelief that he was her brother and all. Their first kiss in the greenhouse and all that was destroyed by innocent Simon. Or not so innocent Simon now that he is a vampire. The relief that Jace wasn't her brother and that he was a Heroandale. How their love life can get back on track. Her fussy mother about relationships and highly doubting the fact that Jace did not act like Valentine, and she didn't let go on that theory even when she new that Jace was an Heroandale. She requested to go slow on their relationship, they have. But they… occasionally cheated. But that was all quickly covered up and out of her mother's mind.

She was in the greenhouse, the sun shinning through, making the place heat up to a ninety, when it was actually a seventy outside. She was sweating just sitting there on the marble bench and it didn't help that it was sealed in, there was no wind. There was just a door leading into the institute.

She lived with her mother, now that she was old enough (20), that she could actually trust her, she could live in the institute. Living at her mother's house and going to the institute on special occasions, training, was not enough for her. Once-a-week, tap-on-the-window-and-come-out sessions were made, with nothing more than a few bruises, all but one was owned by Clary. The extra one was when Clary collapsed on Jace, on their decent down the two-story window, when Clary fell.

She was now a 'woman', in her mother's words, but in her world, she was always a 'woman' and there was nothing in difference of 'girl' 'teenage girl' and 'woman'. But she had to follow her mother's eyesight. But becoming a 'woman' had it's perks, having much more freedom, though sleeping with her boyfriend was illegal in her mother's way of speaking. Though midnight sneaking was not suspected.

She was now 22, her life in her own hands, and the whole world was to her bidding, she could go anywhere without her mother's lifetime of scolding. Mother married to Luke, and now Luke was her father. The intensely supportive father of everything that Mother stood up against. Clary believed that Luke was just doing that not for her good but to tease Jocelyn (Lol I would've wrote her name earlier, but I blanked out on it XP).

"Clary?" Jace asked, looking through the silver of space that was left open in his room.

"Yes Jacey?" She asks sweetly. Clary knew Jace didn't like her calling him Jacey, or anything else for that matter.

"Do I have to remind you not to call me Jacey." He growls.

Clary laughs, saying, "No, Jacey, come in."

She was sitting on Jace's bed, or their bed. His room has been very bland, but have been cheered up a bit from the colorful photo's of Clary's.

"So." He starts, Clary was lying on the bed, arms stretched over her head. Eyes closed.

She felt the bed heave under his weight.

"Yes?" She asks.

"Open your eyes." He says, there was something in front of her face.

"It better not be dangerous." She warns.

He laughs, just open your eyes.

She opens them to see a blue velvet box.

"Be my wife Clary?" He asks, opening the box, down on one knee.

Clary smiles and says, "Of course."

The ring on her finger. She felt complete.