French Disasters

3. Epilouge with The Lightwood Banes

"Come on, Alexander," Magnus said as he opened a portal.

"Yes, Magnus. Wait up," said Alec, holding the several bags in his hands tight so they wouldn't fall.

This was what usually happened; He trailed behind Magnus with his husband's shopping bags in his hands while the warlock shopped.

They had a 'quick' shopping spree in the morning city. Magnus' plan, of course.

"I still feel like the trip to that last shop was unnecessary. I have enough shirts," Alec complained when they stepped out of the portal and into the loft.

His fingers started to feel slightly numb as a result of all the bags he was holding. As always, when shopping, Magnus tended to go overboard.

Alec held 2 bags of clothes for the kids. 1 full of Magnus' glitter. 1 full of glitter for Max because of course there would be a riot if only one warlock got all the glitter. 3 bags for Magnus' clothes, one for himself and 2 for souvenirs.

"Not enough nice ones."

Alec tried not to voice his thoughts on how Magnus had already bought him enough shirts to last several life-times.

"Magnus? Alec?" a hoarse female voice said as the portal swirled to a close behind them.

Clary.

She was laying on the couch, a blanket over her, blinking her eyes open. She looked tired and it was clear she had been sleeping. There was a TV remote thrown right besides her place on the couch, the TV was still on display.

"Hey guys, good morning." She said, words coming out muffled as she stifled in a yawn and started to sit up.

"Well good morning to you too, biscuit." said Magnus as he walked towards her, "what are you doing here?"

Clary yawned again, scratching her head, her hair was in a messed up braid.

"Stop that." Alec said, yawning as well and Clary laughed softly

"I see you can speak english again," She looked up at Alec, who opened his mouth in question, "The kids told me."

She was still small in height, but she'd grown to be more mature. Well, in some ways at least. There were more than a few times when Alec saw her as a childish little sister, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It gave Alec an excuse to act childish as well from time to time.

She had gotten back her memories a year after she had lost them. It was a slow process, but eventually, she remembered. She wasn't a shadowhunter anymore, though (a fact that made Alec all the more protective of her), but she still lived at the Institute with the rest of her family. Her husband, her parabatai-at-heart, and her vampire best friend.

Alec had helped a lot during the time. It had started with Alec training with Clary, so she could protect herself in the shadow world she still lived in and to remind her about the times he taught Clary how to fight when they first met. It had ended up with them having taco dates (usually Izzy joined them too, they make a good gossip trio) and movie nights together whenever Magnus was away on business.

It had grown to become a thing between the two, and ever since Magnus and Alec adopted the kids, it became "Auntie, Dad and kids movie nights" twice a year (Magnus tried joining them once or twice, but it was usually just Clary and Alec being invested in the movies while he got totally ignored by both of them). After a while, no one questioned this new-found bond between the two anymore.

"Izzy was tired so she came back to the Institute at 11-ish," Clary said as she pushed Alec away when he ruffled her hair, "She told me that you two had plans to stay in Madrid for a little while longer, so I thought I'd come over and check on the kids. Jace and Simon were sleeping like hibernating bears anyways. Playing Head of the Institute for one day was 'too exhausting' for them," She informed, "and I haven't had a movie night with my nephews in so long. We binged the 2010's HP films"