Chapter 5

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Clary's POV:

It has been three months since the wedding. Izzy had taken over the Lightwood manor after a long discussion with Alec.  They had moved in just a week ago.  Aurora was now eight months old and growing fast.  She had just learned to crawl and is constantly on the move.  Life was great Magnus and Alec had even put in a request at the Claves orphanage to adopt a child. 

Suddenly a ding from my phone scares me.  I jump in my seat and look at my phone.  It was a text from Izzy.  Come to my house now.  I don't hesitate to walk upstairs and get dressed.  "Jace" I yell as I brush my hair.  "I'm in Aurora's room" he yells back. I put the brush on the dresser and walked into Aurora's room.  Jace was sitting on the floor playing with Aurora.  "Hey I'm heading over to Izzy's for a few hours" I say.  "Ok".  I lean over and kiss Jace on the head and step back.  Then I pick up Aurora and kiss her on the head.  "Mommy will be back soon ok baby" I say as I place her back on the ground.  "Ok" Jace says in a childish voice.  "Bye" I walk out of the room and down the stairs.  I walked out the door and portalled to the Lightwood manor. 

Jace POV: 
"So what do you want to do now?"  Aurora sticks her fingers in her mouth and giggles.  "I'm guessing your hungry" I pick her up and walk down stairs.   I place Aurora in her high chair and get her food out of the fridge.  Potato, Pear and Apple flavour was written on the jar.  It seemed interesting so I grabbed a spoon and took a bite.  I gagged at the taste.  "How do you eat this stuff" Aurora reaches for the jar.  I open it and feed it to her. 

Once she's done I make her a bottle and took her out of the high chair and walked upstairs.  I lay her in her crib and give her the bottle within minutes she's asleep.  I take the bottle from her hands and head back downstairs.  I walk into the training room of the Herondale manor and begin punching the punching bag to pass time. 

After an hour I stop training and walk into the kitchen and get a snack.  I hear a fearful cry come from the nursery.

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