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This is kinda long, I know. It's 4,902 words, and my usual is about 2,000.

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The Institute was full of people from the Clave. Clary had been questioned over, and over about what had happened, and she'd had to explain dozens of times, and relive her upsetting experience.

"... Clary?"

Clary turned to see her mother, staring at her with wide eyes. "Mom," Clary breathed. The last time Clary had seen Jocelyn, it had been on the train, and Clary hadn't known she knew her.

Jocelyn looked shocked, her face full of disbelief. "... They said you were alive... I needed to see it to believe it..." her voice made her sound lost.

Clary threw her arms around her, and pulled her into a tight embrace. Jocelyn began crying into her hair. Whether it was from relief, or joy, or sadness, Clary wasn't sure. "I'm sorry. I know that must have been hard on you.

"... I'm just..." Jocelyn sniffed. "I'm just glad you're alive," she breathed.

"Thanks, Mom."

"So Magnus was right," said Simon. "You are alive."

Clary, Isabelle, and Simon were all in front of the Institute, and it was pitch black out.

"Yeah," said Clary. "Thanks for being there for me, by the way," Clary smiled.

Simon smiled, too, and threw his arms around her. Clary laughed. "You kinda knew though, didn't you?" Clary remembered when they were both at Java Jones, and Simon had asked her if she was Clary.

"Sort of," Simon shrugged, and pulled back.

"Okay, enough of that," said Isabelle. "I know you guys wanna hang probably, but Simon and I have plans."

Simon looked at Isabelle. "Right." He looked back at Clary. "Call me?" Simon's eyes widened for a second as if something had occurred to him. He laughed nervously. "You know what, on second thought, I'll call you."

Clary frowned, but nodded. "See ya."

Isabelle grabbed Simon's jacket sleeve, and hauled him away.

Clary watched them disappear in the distance, thinking about how different Simon was now that he had Isabelle. He seemed really happy.

"Are you cold?"

Clary gasped, and spun around. Jace was standing there, just smiling. "You scared me!"

Jace chuckled. "Well are you?"

Clary hadn't really realized it, but she was. She shivered.

Jace slipped off his jacket, and put it over her shoulders.

Clary smiled, and inhaled his scent. "Thanks."

Jace smiled, a serene look in his eyes. "I missed you, Clary."

Clary smiled. "I missed you, too."

Jace stepped up to her, and put his arms around her. "Are you tired?" he asked.

Clary nodded, feeling exhausted from the day's events.

"Do you want to go to sleep?"

Clary nodded.

Jace walked Clary back into the Institute, his arm around her shoulders. For the first time in a very long time, Clary felt safe.

Sure Clary felt safe as Skylar, but there was always that tiny part of her mind that knew she was in danger, and there was something wrong. Now, that feeling was gone, and Clary felt completely safe now that all the bad guys were dead.

Jace stopped outside her bedroom door, and turned to her. "Have a good night, Clary." He said her name as if he still couldn't believe that she was there with him. He came down, and kissed her lips. It was a slow, passionate kiss that made Clary feel like she was melting.

Jace smiled against her lips, and pulled away. He gave her a lingering look, then turned.

Clary caught his wrist. "Wait."

He stopped and looked back at her curiously.

"... Stay with me?"

A smile crept across Jace's face, and he turned back to her. "Whatever you want."

Clary took a step forward so she was directly in front of him, took his face in her hands, and pulled him down to her. This kiss wasn't slow like the last, but more fierce. He grabbed her by her waist, and pushed her up against the door.

Clary's lips broke from his to get a much needed breath, then her lips attacked him again.

Clary felt behind her for the door handle. She turned it, and they both stumbled in, and Clary kicked the door shut.

Four Years Later...

Clary woke up from the sound or an alarm clock blaring. She groaned, and put her pillow over her head to block out the sound.

The alarm stopped, and her pillow was taken. "Wake up," Jace said playfully in her ear, then kissed her cheek.

"I'm tired," she groaned. "Five more minutes."

"Are you going to make me shower alone?"

Clary looked up at him and opened one eye. "I'm pregnant. I'm entitled to extra sleep."

Jace chuckled. "You're mean, but also right," he kissed her briefly. "I'll see you after," he got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.

Clary expelled a breath, and rolled over- minding her baby bump- then pulled the blanket up to her chin.

It had been eight months since Clary had figured out she was pregnant. She remembered how much she'd freaked out. She'd went straight to Mckenzie and Miles' house in Idris, and hid out there for three days. Jace, meanwhile, didn't know she was pregnant, and thought she was mad at him.

They'd been married for just over a year at that point.

Clary heard the shower turn on, and decided she should just get up. She sat up, and attempted to neaten her messy carroty-red hair. She tugged the rim of her tank top over the strip of her stomach that was exposed, and expelled a breath.

Jace opened the bathroom door and poked his head out. "Don't forget, the rehearsal dinner tonight," then he closed the door again.

Clary groaned and fell back on her pillow. She'd completely forgotten about that.

She sat back up, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out the wedding invitation.

You are formally invited to the wedding union of Mckenzie Ellen Silverwood and Miles Benjamin Stormwell...

Clary sighed. That was happening tomorrow. Gosh, how time flew.

It didn't seem like that long ago when Clary had thought she was Skylar Ravenwalker, Mckenzie's- or Brooke's sister. So much had happened over the last four years.

Magnus and Alec had gotten married, Lydia and Ralph were living together, Isabelle and Simon were living together, and Mckenzie and Miles were engaged. Not to mention the fact that Clary was pregnant.

Clary put the invitation back in the drawer.

The bathroom door opened, and Jace poked his head out again. "Last chance to join me," he smiled.

Clary chuckled. "Fine. You win," she stood up, walked around the bed, and walked to the bathroom.

Jace looped one arm around her waist, and kissed her fiercely. Clary wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself as close as she could without putting too much pressure on her stomach.

"Shut the door," she whispered.

Jace chuckled, and kicked the door shut.

Lydia walked into the ballroom that was rested out for Mckenzie and Miles' rehearsal dinner. Her and Ralph had agreed to meet there.

She looked around at the guests, and decided it was right for her to go for a sexy-look considering there were dozens of young, gorgeous looking women here.

She spotted Mckenzie and Miles together towards the center of the room, walking with a group of girls. She walked up to them. "Hey."

All the eyes turned to her, and Mckenzie and Miles smiled. "Lydia," Mckenzie embraced her. "Oh my gosh, it's so good to see you," she pulled back and looked her up and down.

Lydia was eighteen now, and knew she was beautiful. She was still short, and slender, but she looked more mature, and her hair was now down to her waist.

The outfit she was wearing was a tight, red dress that went down to her mid-thighs, with spaghetti straps, and a v-neckline. She had on six inch, black, gap-toed pumps to make herself appear taller, and to top off her look, she was wearing her four-year-dating-anniversary gift from Ralph: a necklace with a gold chain, and a rectangular charm with a large, red gem in the center.

"It's nice to see you, too," said Lydia, smiling at Mckenzie- who was in a beautiful blue dress. "You look gorgeous."

Mckenzie smiled. "Thanks. So do you."

Miles came up next, and embraced her. "Hey sis."

"Hey," she pulled back and looked at him. He didn't look very different than he had when he was nineteen- maybe a bit taller, but that was all. "Is Ralph with you?"

"On his way," she kissed him on the cheek.

"Miles, your parents are here," said Mckenzie, waving at Lydia's parents.

"Tell them I said hi," said Lydia.

"Can do," said Miles. He looked at the group of four girls in short dresses they'd been talking to. "It was great to see you guys again."

"You too," said the tallest of the group. "Congradulations."

After Miles and Mckenzie left, Lydia studied the girls. They were all gorgeous, and taller than her. They looked like they may have been models.

One of them looked at her. "Wait, Lydia? As in Miles' baby sister?"

Lydia was annoyed with this girl already. She shrugged. "The one and only."

The girl smiled. "Aw, you've totally grown up."

Lydia scoffed. "Yeah," she had no idea. Lydia was now living with her boyfriend, and was now a legal adult. Not to mention that her and Ralph shared a bed...

"You wouldn't remember me," she said. "I used to babysit you when you were six?"

Lydia's eyes widened. "Oh." She did remember her. Layla. She'd been her least favorite babysitter of every one she'd ever had. "Did you?"

Layla nodded. "You were so cute!"

Her friends giggled.

Lydia felt hate for this girl now. Pure, unfiltered hate.

"Oh. My. God." One of her friends had her eyes fixed on something behind Lydia. "That is the single most attractive guy I've ever seen in my life."

The other girls looked where she was looking, and so did Lydia. She laughed when she saw who she was talking about. Why was she not surprised? "Are you talking about Jace?"

"The golden god," the girl marveled.

Layla looked at her. "You know him?"

"Oh yeah," Lydia tossed her hair out of her face. The way Layla was looking at her made Lydia look like she was her savior.

"How well?"

Lydia shrugged. "I was a bridesmaid at his wedding."

All their eyes turned to her. "Wedding?"

"Yeah, he's married."

The disappointed looks on each of their faces made Lydia smile. This was fun.

Layla's gaze turned to someone else. "Oh, he's not bad either."

"And it looks like he isn't with anyone," cooed the other one.

Lydia followed their gazes again to a brown haired boy that was approaching them. Ralph. Lydia smiled.

"I call this one, girls," said Layla. "Amy can have the next one."

"Ugh," said the other girl- Amy? "You get all the good ones," she complained.

Ralph was only a matter of feet away now, and he paused and gave a charming smile. "Hey gorgeous."

Lydia heard Layla make a small giggling sound. She'd thought it was for her. Lydia smirked at this. "Not so bad yourself."

Lydia could now feel the other girls' eyes on her. She could imagine their thoughts now.

Ralph chuckled.

Lydia walked up to him, closing all the distance between them by grabbing the collar of his jacket, and pulling herself to him.

He took her by the waist, and kissed her fiercely.

She heard Layla gasp, but almost didn't. She could barely sense what was around her, she was so into Ralph's perfect kiss. He'd been an amazing kisser since she could remember.

She pulled back about an inch, and smiled. "Hey."

He smiled too. "Hey. You look amazing, by the way."

"Thanks," they shared another brief kiss before Lydia turned back around- still not released from Ralph's arms. The looks on their faces were priceless. "This is Ralph, my boyfriend. Ralph, these are..." she paused and frowned. "Some girls I just met," she waved at them, and took Ralph's hand. "See you girls later," then she pulled Ralph by the hand away from them.

He spun her around, and kissed her again. "I love you."

"I know," she murmured teasingly. "I love you, too."

Mckenzie remembered when Miles had proposed. It had been when they were visiting Redondo beach last summer. They'd spent the day attempting to surf, and at sunset, he asked her to marry him.

"Mckenzie Ellen Silverwood," he'd said. "I love you. I love you more than anything, or anyone in this entire world, and I want to be with you forever. Will you do me the honor of-"

She'd cut him off. "Yes." She'd never been so sure about anything in her entire life. She wanted to be with Miles for the rest of her life.

"Are you okay?" Miles asked Mckenzie.

"Yeah," she nodded. "It's just a little overwhelming, that's all."

Miles looked concerned. "Are you getting cold feet?"

Mckenzie shook her head. "No, of course not. It's just... I'm not used to being the center of attention," she blushed.

The corner of Miles' mouth pulled up. "It's your wedding day. You should probably get used to it," he chuckled.

Mckenzie smiled.

Miles put his arm around her waist, and pulled her to him. "You'll be beautiful. You always are."

Mckenzie blushed, and Miles kissed her. After a few seconds, he pulled away.


Mckenzie nodded. "I love you, Miles. More than anything," she moved his black silk hair out of his eyes with her middle finger.

Miles wound his other arm around her waist, and smiled. "Not as much as I love you."

Mckenzie giggled, and kissed him again, aware of all the other eyes on them, but suddenly didn't care.

Isabelle caught sight of Simon at the other end of the room, talking to Clary. She made her way over to them.

"... Good luck, Simon," said Clary, who had one hand on her stomach, and the other on Simon's shoulder.

Simon swallowed, and nodded.

"Hey," said Isabelle, walking over.

Simon looked at her. He looked... Scared? What had they been talking about?

"I'll see you guys later," said Clary, walking away.

Isabelle looked at Simon and raised her eyebrow. "What was that about?"

"Um," Simon scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground. "Nothing."

Isabelle eyed him suspiciously. What was he hiding?

Isabelle could always get Simon's secrets out of him. It was easy. He would snap under her like a twig.

She stepped forward so that she was right in front of him, and put her fingers under his chin. "What are you hiding?" she whispered playfully.

Simon swallowed, and stepped back, away from her. "C- could we get some air?"

Isabelle frowned. He was a vampire, he didn't need air. "... Sure..."

She followed Simon out to one of the vacant balconies. It was dark, and the moon was nearly full overhead. "Simon, what's wrong?" He was acting awfully suspicious...

"... Isabelle..." he looked at his feet. "I don't know how to say this..."

Isabelle was suddenly overcome with fear. What was going on that was making him so nervous?

"It's been really hard to lie all those times about where I was..." he looked up at her, and swallowed. "I haven't been going to band practice. I've been..." he seemed to choke on the words, as if he was trying to say 'god'.

Isabelle bit her tongue, and turned away. Was he cheating on her? Her hand went over her mouth. Not again.

She sunk her molars into her tongue to keep from crying. How could he do this to her? They were living together, they loved each other.

Isabelle took her hand away from her mouth, and composed herself. She turned around. "Simon, how could you..." she trailed off when she saw Simon on the ground, kneeling down. He looked nervous, and scared. He pulled out a small box, and opened it. There was a ring.

Isabelle's hand went back over her mouth. She was not expecting this.

"I-Isabelle Sophia Lightwood," Simon swallowed. His hands were shaking. "I love you. I love you, and I want to be with you for... for as long as we both have," he swallowed again. "Will you marry me, Isabelle?"

Isabelle hadn't noticed she was holding her breath until she was desperate for air. Was this really happening? She hadn't even thought of marriage, much less with Simon. He was a vampire- not that Isabelle had anything against downworlders, but he was immortal. He was going to live on after she was gone. He wouldn't age. If Isabelle lived to be an old woman, people would mistake her for his grandmother.

Not to mention the fact that she would be marrying someone. Living with him, having kids, being with him for the rest of her life...

Isabelle had been silent for an awkwardly long time now. Simon looked uncomfortable, and scared in a different way now.

Isabelle had to make a decision. She could either say yes, and marry Simon Lewis, or she could say no, and her and Simon would probably be over. Isabelle wasn't really the type to commit, but then again, this was Simon. She loved Simon. She wanted to be with him, but... Did she want to marry him?

"... I... Isabelle?" Simon said in a shaky voice.

Isabelle had made the decision. She surprised even herself when she answered. Her voice came out in a little squeak that neither of them heard. She wasn't really sure what her answer was. She was going with her instincts.

"What?" said Simon expectantly.

"... Yes," Isabelle breathed. She'd said it.

A huge smile broke across Simon's face.

Isabelle helped Simon to his feet, and he put the ring on her finger while she watched in shock.

Then it hit her. She loved Simon. Being with him would make her happy. She smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

The Next Day...

Clary felt at the braided swirl on the back of her head. That was the uniform hairstyle for the bridesmaids.

"You look beautiful," said Jace, looking at Clary in her red, silk dress that fitted nicely over her round stomach.

Clary blushed and smiled. "Not so bad yourself," she looked at Jace's suit, and chuckled inwardly. He rarely dressed like this. Only for weddings, she noticed.

Clary felt a strange, cramping sensation. She'd been getting them on and off since last night.

"Are you okay?" Jace asked, standing up and frowning.

"Fine," Clary said, the feeling gone. "The baby moved, that's all."

Jace smiled, and put his hands on the red silk that was fitted over her protruding belly. "What are we going to name it?" Jace asked. Surprisingly, they hadn't talked about it yet.

Clary shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't thought about it."

"Well we should soon. The due date is in less than a week."

Clary laughed nervously. It was nerve wracking, the thought of her being a mother. She constantly wondered if she'd be a good one. Jace constantly reassured her she would be.

"We should go," said Jace. "We don't want to be late."

Clary smiled and took his offered hand.

Clary was standing with the other bridesmaids. Lydia was among them, looking somehow incredibly gorgeous in red with her hair pulled back. Isabelle was there, too, looking somehow... Different. What did she say to Simon's proposal, she wondered? She wouldn't ask, though, just in case he chickened out at the last minute.

Clary had the strange sensation that she was being watched. She looked over her shoulder, and for a second thought she saw someone, but no one was there.

"Clary!" Miles' mom called. She had taken the place of Mckenzie's mother, it seemed, since she'd been found.

She walked up to Clary and smiled. "You look beautiful, honey," she smiled. "Mckenzie needs you, I think. She's nervous, poor dear."

Clary nodded, and headed towards the dressing room. She knocked on the door. "Mckenzie? It's Clary, can I come in?"

"Yes," Clary could hear the tension in her voice. She walked in, and shut the door behind her.

Clary said: "You look beautiful." She did. She was wearing a gold wedding dress that went off both her shoulders, and her light blonde ringlets, were left down around her shoulders.

She smiled nervously. "Thanks."

Clary walked up to her and took her hands.

"Clary, you've always been like a sister to me," she said. "And you mean a lot to me, too. Ever since my mother died... Well, ever since I woke up from being Brooke, I hadn't had anyone but you. Thank you for being my sister, Clary."

Clary smiled, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. "You can do this. You're brave."

Mckenzie smiled. "Thank you."

Clary saw Mckenzie start walking down the aisle, her arm linked with Miles' father's. She felt the sensation in her stomach again, and her face tightened. They were getting longer, and closer together. What was going on?

"Are you okay, Clary?" Isabelle whispered in her ear.

"Fine," she said in a whisper, voice slightly strained. "How did it go last night?" Her eyes widened at her own words, and she bit her tongue. Oops.

There were a few seconds of silence from Isabelle. "I'm surprised Simon didn't tell you. I asked him to keep it a secret for a while, but I said yes."

A huge grin stretched across Clary's face. The pain was gone now. "Congratulations," she whispered. Mckenzie was getting pretty close now.

"Thanks," said Isabelle, glancing at Simon in the crowd.

Mckenzie met Miles, and they started saying their vows. After a few minutes, Clary felt the pain in her stomach again. She was having a hard time keeping her balance.

"Clary, are you having contractions?" Isabelle said under her breath.

Was that what this was? Clary had been neglecting her studying. "Possibly?"

Isabelle let out an exasperated sigh in her ear. "I even studied this, Clary. It's been, what two minutes? You're going to have the baby soon."

Clary bit her lip. She out her hands on her stomach. "Just wait," she whispered.

With the support of Isabelle and Lydia, Clary stayed at her place, but she noticed that a couple of bridesmaids and people in the audience noticed her having contractions- including Jace. She signaled for him not to move, and he didn't look too happy about it.

Everyone started clapping, and Clary realized Mckenzie and Miles had finished their vows and runes, and were now married.

Clary smiled, but was having a contraction, and found it hard to concentrate.

"Just take deep breaths," said Lydia.

Clary did so, and watched as Mckenzie and Miles left. The second they were out of sight, Jace came to her side.

"Clary, what's happening?" he asked urgently as Clary slid to the ground.

"She's having the baby," Lydia and Isabelle said in unison.

Jace crouched next to Clary and took her shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't know," Clary managed.

"She'd been neglecting her studies," Isabelle said, annoyed.

"As to be expected from her," said Lydia, rolling her eyes.

"How many minutes apart?" Jace asked.

"Two," said Isabelle. "Maybe less."

Jace's eyes widened. "Clary, you're going to have the baby right now."

"Oh I know," Clary growled. She was starting to get sweaty.

"What's going on?" asked Jocelyn, walking over.

"Clary's gonna have the baby," said Lydia.

Jocelyn's eyes widened. "Okay. Help Clary up." This was one of Jocelyn's freaky-calm moments. This made Clary nervous.

Jace and Jocelyn helped her to her feet.

"Draw a portal rune," said Lydia.

Clary nodded.

They lead her to somewhere less full of watching eyes, and Jace drew the portal rune- one of the runes he'd memorized over the years.

They got Clary to the Institute's infirmary.

"Call Magnus," said freaky-calm Jocelyn.

Isabelle nodded, and pulled out her phone.

"Alright, Clary," said Jace, taking her hand. "Are you ready?"

Magnus saw the woman standing on the balcony. She was in a long red dress and her hair was in a messy updo. "I was wondering when one of you would find me," she turned around to face him, and gave an evil smile. "Are you going to try to kill me Magnus Bane?" It wasn't much of a question, more an assumption.

"I only want to know why you're here, Hana, and how you're still alive."

The corners of Hana's lips pulled up at the corners. "I'm here for my son's wedding. Isn't it obvious?"

"He isn't your son, and you tend to be a heartless bitch," Magnus said flatly.

Her smile dropped.

"How did you survive?"

Her smile returned. "It seems I'm not the last of the Circle. There are three more of us."

"Good for you," Magnus' tone was still flat. "What are you really doing here?"

She didn't answer, only smiled broadly.

Magnus's phone buzzed, and he pulled it out.

Clary's in labor -Isabelle

Magnus put his phone back in his pocket as realization hit him. "You're here for Clary's child."

"Think of it," said Hana. "A child three parts angel. What a wonderful gift to the Nephilim race," she sounded as if she was talking about a god- or Raziel, since she was a Shadowhunter.

"Leave them alone," Magnus said in a controlled tone. "You've already messed up their lives enough."

Her smile dropped again. "You know it was your husband who killed me."

"And I'm proud of him," Magnus smiles slightly at this, and Hana scowled. "Give it a rest, Hana. What's left for you? There are four of you left, and you're trying to steal someone's baby," the corner of his lip curled into a smile. "You are all pathetic."

Hana locked her jaw, and glared at him. "Mark my words Bane, I will come for that child one day."

"And we'll be ready."

Hana looked angry, but also a little scared. "You will die along with the rest of your kind," she spat. "Die, then go to hell."

"Great. See you there."

Hana scowled. "I am doing a service to all of nephilim kind by wiping out you and your scum," she spat.

"Like Valentine, and many after him, you've forgotten what a Shadowhunter is."

Something changed in her face at this.

"The point of the nephilim is to protect mundanes, not kill one another, and to kill demons. You do none of those things."

Her face transformed.

"Like Valentine, you are all damned."

She now looked scared. "This isn't over," she said in a shaky voice.

"I say it is," said Magnus.

She twisted the ring on her finger, and she was gone.

"There you are," said Alec, coming out onto the balcony. "Clary's in labor."

"I know," Magnus turned around, and kissed Alec. He was surprised by the suddenness, but was soon kissing him, too. "Let's go."

Magnus aimed his hands at the wall, and opened a portal.

Mckenzie's eyes fluttered open. She was in the honeymoon suite in a hotel in Paris. Her phone was buzzing. That must have been what had woken her up.

She took her phone off the nightstand, and answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Yeah, Clary just had her baby," said Lydia.

Mckenzie's eyes widened, and she shot into a sitting position. "What?!"

She heard Miles stir beside her. She'd forgotten he was there.

"Yeah," said Lydia. "It's a girl."

Mckenzie threw the blanket off of herself. "I'm coming!" She hung up the phone, and tossed it onto the bed, then stripped off her pajamas, and pulled on her jeans.

"... Mckenzie," said Miles, sounding groggy. "What's going on?"

"Clary had her baby," she said quickly, fumbling with the buttons on her shirt.

Miles sat up and ran his fingers through his messy black hair. "Oh."

Mckenzie picked up his jeans from the floor and threw them at him. "Put these on! We're going to New York."

Clary was exhausted. She was covered in sweat, she felt sore, and her hair was sticking to the back of her neck, and the sides of her face. None of that mattered now. Clary was distracted by the little sleeping baby girl in her arms.

"She's perfect," said Jace, touching the sleeping baby's face lightly with his fingertips.

"She is," Clary murmured, and she smiled, and felt tears come to her eyes. She could see the resemblance in the baby's face. She looked like Jace mostly, but Clary could see her own face in the baby's, too.

Jace sat on the bed next to Clary, and put his arms around around both her and the baby. "What should we call her?"

Clary thought for a second. Names went through her head, naming the baby after her mother, Mckenzie, Isabelle, Lydia, Maryse... She had no clue. "Should we name her after anyone?"

Jace pursed his lips in thought. "I don't think so. I think we should make her name something else. She should have her own name."

Clary nodded, thinking through names. "... What about... Katherine Marie?"

Jace furrowed his brow. "Katherine Marie?"

Clary shrugged. "Yeah. I've always liked that name. What do you think?"

Jace kissed Clary on the cheek. "I think it suits her perfectly."

Clary smiled serenely at the child in her arms. "Little baby Katherine Marie. My little angel."

And there it is! I hope you liked it!

I took all of people's suggestions to heart :)

And yes, I know I say "kicked the door shut" a lot through my fics, but I think it gives people the right message without getting onto it too much, right?

I also just became aware of the fact I never wrote anything else about Stan and Elena. Truth is, they were never really anyone major in this story, and writing them would be just random, so I didn't. I hope that's alright.

Just to let you know, I'm currently writing a spin-off story for 'Heart by Heart' called 'Heart by Heart: Doug's Story' for those of you who are interested. It's the story of Doug, and how he became a Shadowhunter and fell in love with Rainy.

Okay. Thank you all so much for being amazing. I love you all, and I will miss you :) I hope to see you on Twitter, or on my other stories :)

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