The Next Generation (A TMI Story) COMPLETED- But May Be Revised

The Strange Day of The Unordinary

THis  may  be a very long chapter... hope  its a goood one :)

The very next day,  Alec came back to the institute after spending his time with Magnus and his two children. They just got back after three whole years in Peru. Then Magnus was thrown out a week ago. ‘long story’ was all he could come up with, when Alec asked him why that was.

Isabelle was in the kitchen as he walked in, luckily not cooking.

“Giving up sis.”

Alec asked, giving her a serious look,  but playful smile.

“I guess so. It isn’t really in my nature, but… whatever.”

Alec shrugs, moving himself towards the coffee maker.

“Would you like some Coffee, izzy.”

“Um, no thank you.”

Right then, the kitchen door opens revealing the young boy of Isabelle’s.

“Mom!”

He runs over to her, and gives her a big squeeze. Then moves around the table, and gives Alec a hug too.

“Oof.. thank you for that.” Alec tries to go for a less sarcastic remark, after the coffee that he was holding spills all over his already stained blue shirt.

“I’m very sorry uncle Alec…. Here, let me-”

“No! No, it’s fine Jake…. I will clean myself, thank you.” Alec gives the boy a smile, hopefully one that will keep the boy away. He liked Jake, he was just… a little too much for him. Alec already had one Isabelle Lovelace …. He didn’t need another. Jake was a boy, but he was a lot like her when she was little.

“Alright… but if you change your mind, I will gladly be of assistance.”

Maybe he was more like her now.

“Jake, why don’t you wake up your brother and the girls; Clary will be back with breakfast soon.”

Jake gives his mother a nod , before storming out of the room with his vampire speed.

“He’s a lot like you.” Alec says.

“Awe thank you. Simon said the same thing.”

“Of course he did…. “

“You know what Alec. . . I think you should invite Magnus and your boys over soon.”

“of course! I was already planning on it.”

Alec answers giving her a smile.

“good…”

she returns it with one of her own dazzling smiles, coated in red lipstick.

Isabelle sticks a plastic fort in a soft, buttered pancake, placing it in her mouth, letting the satisfying taste stick to her lips.

“where did you find those?”

Alec asks, walking away from the the counter to the long table.

“in the fridge.”

“Clary’s bringing home bagels soon..”

He says.

“eh, I’m not a big bagel fan. I’m fine with this,”

she says this last part while lifting another soft piece of the brown cake, before placing it in her mouth.