6 weeks later...

"Like... a date? A real, going out for dinner, just the two of us, romantic music and nice wine date?" Clary asked, well, Damon could drink nice wine, she would be relegated to water or soda. She pouted for a moment before running her hands over her stomach, smiling at the definition she felt there, maybe she wasn't too upset, she thought to himself. "When?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Tonight, it's all arranged, wear something nice," Damon said with a wink, placing her hand over Clary where she lay on the bed and gently rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin of her stomach. He knew...