Collection of Drabbles

Sizzy- Winter Secrets

It was deep into the winter months and everything the eye could see, from the windows of the Institute was covered in a coverlet of white. Isabelle had been waiting patiently in the armchair beside the window looking out onto the stone garden path, that led up the entrance of the building for what felt like hours.

She had only recently managed to get rid of Clary and Jace, since they 'didn't want to leave her alone'. It was slightly insulting, considering she could kick both of their asses. Alec was out hunting with Simon, who she was waiting-which was becoming impatient-for.

The news she'd received earlier that day had thrown her into a loop, and she didn't know who to turn too. So her only option was to keep the secret to herself, until Simon came home. He was home for her, and the person she could trust with her entire life, they were engaged and set to be wed, in just over a year.

Speak of the devil, she saw the glint of the moonlight against the darkness of his hair and the reflected light against the rim of his glasses. Isabelle didn't know whether to go meet him or not, though her legs had other plans, as they escorted her subconsciously out of the door and down the hallway.

Simon was stood with his hand braced against the wall beside a long window, as he tugged his boots off. She was wringing her hands both with fear and anxiety. Isabelle had no idea how he'd react to the news.

"Simon."Her voice carried quietly over the distance between them. All she had to say was his name, for him to drop his weapons belt and turn towards her. He wasn't covered in ichor or blood, which was a relief.

"Iz, what's wrong?"She cursed under her breath, to herself. That had been one thing that Simon had always been able to do to her, read her feelings and know her like the back of his hand. She took a deep breath, and tapped her fingers together nervously.

"Simon... You're going to be a father." Simon just stared for a few moments, as she pulled a small smile to her lips. She was trying to decipher how he was feeling about it.

That was until he ran up to her, lifting her up in his arms and spinning her around. Isabelle had no time for words or protests-not that there would be any-when Simon pressed a loving, yet passionate kiss to her lips. She melted into him, feeling all of his happiness, pride and love for her seep through. They held on to each other in the light of the moon, while the snow fell softly against the windows, late into the night.