Clace Baby

Chapter 28

Clary's POV

Jace and I sit at the kitchen table, it's 3am and we are with Magnus and Alec.

"We have to go to Idris," Alec whisper yells. "You heard what the Clave has been saying, some person has been writing 'Demons Never Die' in blood across the walls and there have been dead children."

"Alec's right, and it's not just in Idris, it happened in Manhattan a few days ago." Magnus says more calmly, resting a hand on Alec's shoulder, his other hand is rubbing the nots out of Alec's back.

[Side Note- nots are when your muscles get over used and tighten into balls underneath your skin and you can only get them out by messaging them out ( a lot of athletes get them)]

Jace's hand runs his hand up and down my leg, soothing my worries away.

I nod. "We should go to Idris but, we have to have Mr. Porter agree to let's us take him and Lily, if he says no, Jonathan's going to want to stay, then Xavier..."

I trail off, everyone seems to get the point.

Jace's hands linger to my wrist and trace one our marriage runes. He follows all the curves perfectly.

"We should go to bed, we can finish this discussion when we wake up." Jace states.

We all mutter our agreements.

Jace and I walk hand in hand down the hallway to our room. Out side of our room was a picture of the Mortal Mirror that I had painted.

I seems like such a long time ago I had almost died in that lake. By 'in the lake' I mean in Artmis' house from when I swallowed water from the lake.

We walk into our room. Jace pulls off his shirt and pants as I change into a cami and shorts.

We get into the warm bed, I rest my head above Jace's heart.

As I'm about to drift off, I swear I could hear a fant knock on the door.

Aline's POV

My son's black hair and green eyes shine with sadness. He is only ten and tries so hard to be like the heroes from the Mortal War.

"Alex, you know, I want you to be who you are," I say as I run my hair through his hair. "You don't have to be like Jace and Clary."

"But I do!" He protests.

He's a small boy, too small. He has an illness that prohibits him from becoming a true shadowhunter, Helen and I don't know what it is, but we do know, as the Silent Brothers had told us, a rune will never be placed on his skin.

Helen and white hair and pointed ears walks in the room. Alex smiles to his other mommy, my beautiful wife.

Helen hands me a letter.

"It's from the New York Institute." She says as I open the fire mail.

Dear Helen and Aline,

We may be coming to Idris, we do not know yet, but can you please be kind enough to let us stay at you house?

It would be much appreciated.

Thank You,

Clary Herondale, Head of the New York Institution

I smile. Clary is so kind and professional.

"Hey Alex, guess who might be coming to stay for with us for a while?"