Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns all these lovely characters and Tom Odell owns the song. Its called Can't Pretend and its really lovely, you should listen to it!

Chapter 1

For our Child:

"That's great Clary, but don't you think you should be resting," Jace said as he walked up behind me. He had been doing this for weeks now, not wanting me to do anything, I think he would be perfectly happy with me doing nothing but lounging in bed all day long. It was sweet, funny even sometimes, but other times it got a bit exasperating. "I'm fine, really Jace," I laughed as I placed my paintbrush on a stand that held all of the paints and brushes I was using before turning to face him, "besides, I'm almost done with this painting. If it'll make you happy, I'll take a break when I'm finished?" A smile lit up his face at that. "Thank you," Jace said before placing a kiss on my forehead and then kneeling down to do the same to my bulging stomach.

It was strange to think of how long we had been out of the Clave's grasp and even stranger to think of how far along I was. I was eight months and two weeks pregnant, and Jace seemed to be even more worried than I was. So much had happened in the the time we had been gone. Jace and I had completely moved into his old house and he even shared some of his early childhood memories of this house with me, and in time he began to let go of those painful memories that the house had brought on.

We had made changes to the house, but I made it a point to keep most of the original house for Jace's sake. He may not have said anything, but I could tell that he wanted it this way. Our latest renovation on the house was a nursery. I had just finished painting a scene of the night sky with tiny white and gold stars spread across it. A crescent moon mobile hung over our baby's crib and glow in the dark star stickers were hung on the ceiling. When Jace and I were coming up with ideas of the nursery, all I could think of was the times when my Father had snuck me out late at night to watch the stars, the sky had always been comforting to me.

I had taken up more forms of art than just wall painting in my time here. I had learned to use all types of mediums, and I loved everyone of them. Since Jace had said that I shouldn't work while I was pregnant, he hired an art tutor to come to the house and teach me. Julian Blackthorn was my teacher, he was only a year older than me, putting him at nineteen years old, and had dark brown hair and blue-green eyes. At least his natural hair color was dark brown, he usually had paint streaking through his hair and whatever medium he was using on his skin and clothes. He was brilliant, but messy with his works.

I had also taken on another tutor, this one being much more studious than Julian, or Jules as he preferred. Tyberious Blackthorn is Jules's younger brother. He is seventeen years old with black hair and grey eyes. He may be young but he is brilliant, Ty teaches me about history, science, math, language, and about the world here. There were so many things that the Clave had left out, so many wonderful and amazing things. Today was Saturday, meaning that Jace was off from work and I had no tutoring. Even though the Clave had originally given Jace the job of a teacher, he stuck with it. He really was amazing at it. The Clave, even with its many, many faults, had a few things right about its people.

After twenty minutes, I was done with my painting. I had made quite a large collection of pieces, all of them differing in mediums and styles, but my favorite had to be painting. I loved the way it felt to brush colors across a blank canvas into something… magical. I cleaned up the room, leaving the painted canvas out to dry, before washing myself up and then headed into the living room. I pulled out a large box that sat next to a shelf of pictures and then retrieved a picture book that I had been working on. I had taken up many things in my time here, since Jace didn't allow me to do much things. Every time I would try to do something he would take it over, saying I shouldn't stress myself too much, and eventually I gave up. He was very adamant.

I positioned myself on the couch with the book in my lap and the box to my left. I had decided to make a book of sorts for my child. Within a week of being here, the pain of loosing everyone had came crashing onto me. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, all I could do was stay shut up in my room with my memories taunting me. Eventually Jace gave up on trying to help me with words and instead placed a stack of papers and pencils at a desk for me. "This isn't something I can help you with, I wish it was, but it isn't. You can either sit there and mourn their memory or you can do something with it," Jace had said before walking out the door.

It took me a while to get what he was saying, but eventually a thought crossed my mind. I had drawn pictures of everyone in my life as well as written down a few memories I had shared with them. Now I had a large collection of pictures and stories that I was trying to piece together. I thought it would be nice for my child to at least know about their family, even if they wouldn't get the chance to meet them. I had many stories and pictures of my parents, as well as Lucille, and Magnus. Maureen, Luke, and Amatis were there too, as well as Dorothea and Hodge. Catarina, Raphael, Theresa, Maia, Isabelle, Alec, Jem, Simon, and Jordan had their own pages too. I even managed to get Jace's parents and he wrote stories about them. Towards the end of the book I had used real pictures instead of my drawings. I had taken pictures of the house, a before and after, and pictures of the places we went and the people we had seen.

My favorite picture of all in this book had to be the very last one. We had only been here for about five weeks, and my stomach was still its normal size. Jace had kept his promise about a wedding, and even though I'd never been to one, I was sure ours was amazing. It had been a small with just the two of us, a pastor, and a few witnesses, those witnesses being the few family members of Jace's that still lived here, and the Blackthorn family. With the help of Helen Blackthorn and Aline Pinhallow, I had found a dress and shoes to match. They were breath takingly beautiful, as well as the ceremony. Our wedding had taken place in the field of wildflowers that sat just behind our house. It had been beautifully simple. I stared down at my wedding ring as a smile crossed my face, it was a small band of garnets and diamonds in a pattern across the top, Jace had a similar ring only his was silver with peridots and diamonds. I had Jace's birthstone and he had mine.

"Do you need any help?" Jace asked as he sat next to me on the couch. He placed two mugs of black coffee on the coffee table before us. I practically jumped at the mug, downing almost half of it in one go. "No, I'm almost done for today anyways," I said after swallowing the bitter drink. "Okay," Jace laughed as I took another swig of coffee. Before I had hated the stuff, I couldn't even take it with sugar it was so bitter, but now it was all I really wanted to drink. It was one of the many cravings that came with being pregnant I guess.

"So, what do you want to do today, we still half a couple of hours," Jace offered as he stretched out on the couch. I pretended to think for a moment, though I knew immediately what I wanted, "Hmmm, how about you sing to me?" I asked with an innocent smile. Jace sighed as he turned his head at an odd angle to see me, "How'd I guess?" Jace laughed before sitting up, "You know I shouldn't even ask anymore." Jace stood up, offering me a hand up before he led me into the music room. This was one of the rooms we didn't change a thing about. I mean why would we need to. There was just about every type of instrument in here and thousands of music sheets to learn how to play. Jace had tried to teach me a number of times, but it was pointless. He made it look so easy and every time I tried, I would fail miserably. Jace said that all of his artistic talents must have been given to me and all of my musical talents were given to him.

"So, what do you want to hear today?" Jace asked as he brushed his fingers across the piano keys, producing a perfect scale. "Surprise me!" I said excitedly as I waddled over to a chair in the middle of the room. Jace had brought it in here about a month ago when he deemed me too pregnant to stand for long. "Okay," Jace said before placing himself in front of the piano and then he started.

Love, I have wounds,

Only you can mend,

You can mend.

I guess that's love,

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

Feel, my skin is rough,

But it can be cleansed,

It can be cleansed.

And my arms are tough,

But they can be bent,

They can be bent.

And I wanna fight,

But I can't contend.

I guess that's love,

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

Oh, feel our bodies grow,

And our souls they blend.

Yeah love I hope you know,

How much my heart depends.

But I guess that's love

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

I guess that's love

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

Oh feel our bodies grow,

And our souls they blend.

Yeah love I hope you know,

How much my heart depends.

I guess that's love

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

I guess that's love

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

By the time he was done I was already off of my feet and hugging him. Every time I years him sing was like the very first time. Every bridge, every chorus, every forte, and every key filled my heart with a new feeling that only he could give. "Where did you find that song? I asked, still holding onto him. Sometimes it was hard to tell whether or not my emotions were high strung from the pregnancy or just because of me. "Oh, I found a new CD and was playing it for the kids at school, they especially liked this one so I memorized it. I thought you might like it too," Jace answered. He surprised me so many times it was hard to keep track. Him saying that he memorized a song just from listening to it on a CD and then playing it perfectly as if it was nothing was shocking. Did he really not realise how amazing he was?

"I love you, you know that?" I asked as I snuggled into his side. He was always so warm. Jace laughed as he stroked my hair, "Yeah, I love you too. And I can't forget about you," Jace said as he kissed the top of my head and then my round belly. He did this every single time he told me he loved me, or he gave me a kiss. It was like he didn't ever want to leave our child out of a second of love. I couldn't imagine how he would react with our child in the world.

"Hey Jace?" I asked as I fiddled with my hands. He was rubbing his hand in calming circles over my stomach when he looked up. "Hmm?" He hummed through that crooked grin of his. "We should pick out a girl name and a boy name now, shouldn't we? I mean we're getting really close to the due date so…" I asked as I continued to play with my hands. The thought of choosing a set name was exciting and scary all at the same time, it just made this all the more real. Jace and I ate supper and got ready for bed, by the time we were settled in it was already 11:27 p.m.

"If I remember correctly," Jace said as he turned on his side, propped up on his elbow, "We had decided on Lillian Grace, Annabell Marie, and Jemima Annaliese for girls." "Yeah, and Noah Jay, Matthew Lee, and Ethan Michael for boys," I offered. "Right, so then what is your least favorite for the boys and for the girl names?" Jace asked, but looking at his face I could see that this decision was just as hard for him, as it was for me. "I don't know, this is really hard!" I laughed at this stupid idea of mine. I knew it had to he done, but that didn't make it any easier. "We really are useless at this, aren't we?" Jace laughed as he flopped back down to stare at the ceiling.

After about fifteen minutes of ridiculous reasonings we were down to Lillian Grace and Annabell Marie for girls, and Ethan Michael and Noah Jay for boys. "Cant we just do a draw or something?" I laughed as I wracked my mind for ways to get out if choosing. Jace sat up at the idea, a wide grin on his face, "That's brilliant Clary! Why don't we do that I the morning?" "Really?" I asked as I turned on my side to face Jace, "I only said that as I joke, I didn't mean it literally." Jace stuck his tongue out at me, he always acted weird when he was tired, "No, I think this is the perfect idea," Jace settled into bed, his mind made up.

"Fine, fine," I laughed as I snuggled into his side. "You're just upset because you didn't come up with it," Jace said as he wrapped his arms around me. I placed my head on his chest before pointing out the obvious, "I'd come up wit that idea Jace." He was quiet for a moment, probably thinking through the conversation we just had before pulling me closer, "Whatever, it doesn't really matter who came up with it," Jace whined like a child. "Sure it doesn't," I laughed before closing my eyes and falling asleep.

Authors Note:

SoI tried to make this one especially long and try and fit a lot of things in there so that you guys know what happened during the time laps. Did I do a good job at it or did it seem weird to have it skipped, did it seem like I left out anything important? I always love hearing what you guys think. Also is it odd to be more nervous with this story than I was with the first? I don't know, I'm really paranoid about this because when people write a second story with fanfic its either a hit or a miss! Ahh so scared! Anyways I'm going to try and keep writing more with this story line and this place in the story, so if I missed anything I really need you guys to be brutally honest with me so that I get all, of my mistakes out in the becoming. Also I made a collection on polyvore for the wedding, I'm going to try and make a link but if that doesn't work you can search for me under haybell-1873. I think that's it for now so, I love you all and thank you so, so much for reading!

-Haybell

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