Epilogue

9 months later

For only the second time since I known him, Jace looked speechless, "Po...Positive?" He gasped, "You're... pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Jace. I guess we didn't use a condom, I know you're not ready." I panicked, "But, Jace, I'm not going to get an abortion, if anything I'll just have this baby and put it up for adoption. And in nine months, this will all be over. I'm so sorry-"

"Clary, love, breath." Jace put his hands on my shoulders and I took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, "Can I say my peace?"

"Just don't yell at me, please. It -the stress- wouldn't be good for the baby." I pleaded.

"Clary, listen." Jace moved his hands down from my shoulders and to hold my hands tightly, "I love you. No matter what happens, I am staying with you. You are my forever, I made that clear a week ago."

I was stunned, "But... you said that you weren't ready."

"Truthfully, no, I'm not ready." Jace replied honestly, "But I guess I have to suck it up and just accept it. We are having a baby and I'm going to love it, but don't get jealous if I start to love our little baby more than I love you."

I threw my arms around him, before laughing. "I will get jealous."

Jace laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

That had been Jace's reaction, nine months ago today. And today, this morning actually, I had gone into labor and right now, four hours and fifty minutes later, I was holding a small baby boy in my arms. We had named him James Carter Lightwood and he was absolutely perfect.

James had gotten his father's blonde hair and his mother's green eyes. He was remarkably calm, despite how much he had kicked when he was still in my belly. James was also very beautiful. I guess I shouldn't of been shocked because of who his father is, but still I couldn't believe how beautiful my baby was.

Jace was in the hospital bed with me, he was gently stroking James's forehead as he slept and I had never seen his golden eyes look more tender.

"Well?" I asked quietly, still looking down at my baby. I couldn't look away.

"Well what?" Jace replied just as quiet, his forehead gently hit my shoulder as he continued to stare at James.

"Do you love him more than you love me?"

Jace turned his head to kiss my shoulder, "I think I just might. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and he has only been out of your stomach for fifteen minutes."

I treasured these moments, where Jace was completely sweet, "I agree."

"I love you, Clary." Jace whispered. "You're the second best person to ever come in my life." He joked lightly.

I smiled, "I love you, too."

2 years later

"Jace, I don't know if I can do this." I said, nervously pulling at my black dress. My husband stood up with James in his arms.

"Of course you can." He encouraged, "And yes, you have to. Love, you're being ignited into the Council, don't be nervous."

"Okay." I nodded and took a deep breath, before turning around and hugging my family.

"Come on," Jace pulled away from me, "We have to hurry."

"Why?" I asked as he started to pull me out of the room.

Jace eyed me, "Do you not remember? We have Magnus and Alec's wedding after you get ignited."

"And Izzy and Simon's engagement party tomorrow." I added, "I completely forgot."

"Some step-sister you will be." Jace joked, kissing my forehead.

"Thanks, baby." I rolled my eyes, taking my eighteen month baby out of his arms. "Ready to go, James?"

"Yeah!" James smiled widely.

"Alright," Jace stroked the boys blonde hair, "Then let's go get this damn thing over with."

I covered James's ears, "Jace! No curse words!" James didn't seem to hear the curse word, he grabbed my necklace, the Morgensten ring I always wore around my neck, and played with it.

Jace shrugged, he walked over to the bed to grab my purse and then walked it back over to me. I set James on the ground and grabbed the bag.

"Thank you." I thanked him and, since I couldn't resist, I kissed him on the lips. Jace seemed shocked, but he didn't pull back as his arms wrapped around my waist. Opening my mouth to let him in, we started to kiss deeper and deeper-

"EW," James screamed, "Mommy, Daddy stop!" We broke apart, laughing lightly, and exited our apartment.

After my ignition into the Council, we all dashed to Magnus and Alec's wedding; which was absolutely lovely with splashes of Magnus everywhere. Glitter and bright colors nicely contrast the blacks and browns of the reception and ceremony area.

"I do." Magnus, with a tear running down his cheek, chocked out. Alec replied with 'I do' and the two kissed, becoming a wedded couple moments later.

During the reception, my sister-in-law, Izzy, reminded at least twenty times that her engagement party was the next day.

"Izzy," I sighed, "Your my sister and Simon is my best friend. I promise I will not miss your engagement party."

"Okay." Isabelle replied, "Just remember it's at noon." Jace came up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, James, in his cute little tux, held his other hand.

"Iz, stop harassing my wife." Jace scolded her, "I won't let her be late."

"Daddy!" James tugged on Jace's hand, "I want to go to the chocolate fountain!"

"Well, that's a disaster waiting to happen." A new voice said, I turned to see that it was Magnus with Alec behind him. Isabelle and I both embraced them.

"Congratulations!" We yelled. Jace hugged Alec after Isabelle did and then my husband gave Magnus a 'man-hug.' Simon walked up next, pausing to shake both of their hands with congratulatory words, and then wrapped his arms around Izzy. He kissed her cheek, I smiled.

8 years later

"Jace!" I shouted at my husband, following close behind him as he burst into the training room, "Jace, I really don't think this is a good idea!"

Jace whirled on me, "Clary, James is a shadowhunter! He was born to start his training." He took a deep breath, placed his hands on my shoulders, pleading, "Clary, I wouldn't let anything hurt our son. You know that."

"I know." I whispered, his nearness still making me catch my breath even after all these years.

"Why are you so nervous then?" Jace asked, "He isn't going to be trained badly, after all I am going to be the one training him."

I looked at freckle on Jace's neck, "I just don't like the thought of my son learning to kill people."

"Not people, love." He gently moved my face until I was looking him in the eye, "Demons; soulless monsters."

"It's still killing things, though." I shook my head. Jace moved his arms until they were around my waist.

"He won't be going out on his first mission today." He comforted me, "Between you and me, I see so much potential in James."

"How so?"

"He is our son, Clary." He continued, seeing my confused look, "Your special abilities with runes and my physical skills. I think he'll be great."

"But does he have to start so young?" I asked and was cut from a reply when Magnus, Alec along with their adopted twins, Max and Molly, and James entered the room.

"Daddy!" James, now an eight-year-old, ran up to Jace, "When do I get to start?"

"Soon." Jace promised, kissing his hair, "As long as your mom agrees." James turned to me.

"Please, momma! Please!" He repeated these words a few times. I crouched down, James was now a little taller than me, and grabbed his hands. Looking up at his beautiful face. "Please! I won't get hurt."

I sighed, knowing I wouldn't win this battle, "Fine."

Ignoring both my husband's and my son's victory 'yes!' I rose to my full height. This time I looked Jace directly in the eye.

"No weapons today." I told Jace.

"Of course not." Jace nodded, he walked forward to hug me, "Clary, I promise I will keep him safe. I love you."

I smiled, "I love you, too. Keep yourself safe as well."

"I wouldn't worry about that. James won't hurt me." Jace stopped embracing me and smiled, teasingly, at our son.

"Yes, I will!" James ran after Jace as he dashed over to the mat's. Alec followed him, his son, Max, in his arms.

"They grow up so fast." Magnus whispered, beside me suddenly. Molly was peacefully asleep in his arms.

I shook my head in wonder, "Just yesterday I was telling Jace I was pregnant."

"And then you blinked." Magnus smiled, looking over at me.

"Then I blinked." I nodded, "No more blinking, don't do that anymore."

"Don't worry," Isabelle walked in the room, her four-year-old, Oliver, rubbing her twenty-week pregnant belly, "I won't do that either." She winked at us.

"Can I go play, mommy?" Oliver asked, looking over at his cousins and uncles.

"Sure." Izzy replied, "Don't get hurt, though." Oliver ran over to the other boys. I smiled at everyone.

"Definitely no more blinking."

12 years later

"But, mom, what does dead mean?" James asked, his white mourning clothes free of stains. For now, at least. I couldn't answer him, in fear I would start crying.

Jace helped, "It just means that Grandpa Luke won't be around anymore."

"Not ever?" James asked, tears in his eyes.

Jace shook his head, "But that's okay, because he died saving your mother's sister's, your aunt Elizabeth's, life."

After a few more questions, I had to leave the room. It was true, Luke was dead, he was killed saving little Elizabeth, my thirteen-year-old sister. When intruders broke into my mom and Luke's house, luckily my mom was only slightly injured and Elizabeth was fine.

We made our way to the funeral, I cried the whole time. When my mother asked me to speak, Jace squeezed my hand, telling me it was going to be alright, and I nodded, walking up to the stage.

"Hello, everyone." I said after taking a deep breath, "I'm Clary, Luke's step-daughter, but there really was no 'step' in it, he was always my true father. I love him more than you will ever know. Luke was the greatest father, the greatest friend, the greatest person, that I ever had the chance to meet and I'm so honored to be in his life. Just to know him was a blessing." I took a deep breath looking over at my mom and sister, "I think we should all remember Luke as the person who would take his life for anyone, the person who would love anyone, accept anyone. To Luke." I rose my glass.

"To Luke." Everyone repeated, Simon came up next to give a speech. He hugged me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I glanced over his shoulder, down at my son in the audience- his blonde hair gently moving in the wind, my beautiful Jace right beside him- I couldn't help but smile thinking back to that club that started my life.

"Yes, I'm perfectly okay."

The End

A/N: Thanks for reading! Thank you everyone who has stuck around with this story, and the prequel to this, until the end. I truly love you all and I'm very happy with the friendships I've made through Angelically Beautiful. You guys have inspired me to keep making stories and to always be true to myself. I believe there is going to be an emptiness feeling after I post this, because I'm done now. No other story will ever be as important as this one was to me and that is mostly because of everyone who reads it. Thank you all again, I truly love everyone who supports it and happy holidays!