Clace One shot

Baby Mishaps

How dare he! I have warned him numerous times not to do something so idiotic, I will kill him when I get my hands on him.

"Jace!" I yelled out to the blonde, trying to keep the anger out of my tone so I wouldn't tip the bastard off.

"Yes?" He asked coming into the room with a slight smirk on his face which instantly dropped as soon as he saw the glare I was throwing at him.

"How many times have I told you not to let Michael play with knives?" I seethed cradling our five year old son against my hip.

"What? I did no such thing!" He gasped, obviously lying through his teeth.

"Well then, care to explain that?" I moved of the way so he had a clear view of the blade that lodged firmly into the wall behind me. Just as expected Jace looked at it and pride filled his eyes knowing that his son who was only five had managed to fling the blade into the wall and get it stuck.

"You are an amazing child!" He cooed taking Michael out of my hands and swing him around gleefully and just like that my angered diminished seeing the love of my life and his son laughing along with each other.

"Like father, like son." I said smiling at the pair taking in how much they looked alike except that my baby had my red hair.

"When can we have another?" Jace asked suggestively making me giggle knowing it wasn't exactly the baby he wanted right now it was the baby making.

"When you learn that our son is not to be playing with knives until he's older." I told my husband firmly with my hands planted on my hips.

Placing. Michael down Jace walked over to me and placed arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck

"Please don't be angry." He whispered placing a lingering kiss on my neck trying to butter me up.

"I'm gonna be angry." I whispered back refusing to put my arms around him.

"Please, I just want to have the relationship with my son that I never had with my father." I knew exactly what he was trying to do here, he was trying to guilt me into forgiving him and it was working, the conniving little bitch.

"You are so lucky I love you otherwise I'd never forgive you." I told him snaking my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"I love you as well Clary." He grinned leaning in and kissing me passionately, that was until a little voice interrupted.

"Ew, daddy don't eat mummy's face off, that disgusting." I couldn't help but laugh at my son's adorableness.

"But maybe I like how mummy tastes." Jace said teasing him.

"Oh hush you." I told my husband before turning to the little red head and opened my arms, "Come here baby." And just like that he jumped into my arms and giggled as I spun him around in my arms.

"I love you mummy..... And daddy." He added the last part as an afterthought and I had to try my hardest to stifle a giggle.

"We love you too." Jace told him obviously not realising that our son almost forgot about him.

A couple hours later I had put Michael to bed and was curled up on the couch yawning and watched in amusement as my husband basically skipped into the room his blonde hair swaying as he did.

"Is Michael asleep yet?" Jace asked as he flopped down beside me and swung his arm across my shoulders allowing me to cuddle into him.

"Yes why?" I was curious as to why he was so eager to know and was practically bouncing around the house.

"Perfect." With that said he kissed me and then slowly pulled away. Standing up he picked me up bridal style.

"We're going to make another baby." He announced happily before kissing me again.