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Three and a half hours of sleep and up with the baby. Pete and Bronx were on their way to adventure. In the quiet comfort of their New York home, forts were erected and magic was made. There was no singular love like that of a father for his son. To him, Bronx was a mirror of perfection. He was full of independent ideas and thoughts, his own personality becoming more obvious with every passing day. He was the one thing that Pete was most proud of, without fail. His legacy being second to Bronx. Pete hated when people who spent time with their children called it babysitting. It was parenting - there was a huge difference between the two words

 A soft knock sounded on Clary’s door, disturbing her drawing. She glanced at the clock; it was past one thirty in the morning, and she could think of only one person in the Institute who would knock on her door this late. “Come in,” she told him. She had been leaning against the headboard of the bed in her cotton pyjamas, her sketchpad resting on her knees, drawing by the light of a single bedside lamp. Jace pushed open the door, but hovered in the threshold. “I saw the light under your door. I didn’t wake you up?” “No,” Clary replied, shaking her head. “Good.” Jace came into to room,

Warning!!! Do Not Read If You Haven't Read The City Of Glass!!! xD Pressed up hard against the wall, Clary felt the heat of Jace’s lips roam her helpless body. She was in his mercy, waiting for him to do something. He’d led her into this room without a word or sign of what was going to happen, but by a pained look. A look she had been seeing a lot from him in the past few days. The expression on his face was torture enough to witness, but his entire body appeared to mirror his sadness. Clary would see him walking around the house in Alicante, capture the moment Jace laid eyes on her with the beat of her heart, and then observe a su

Music blasted from Clary's small iPod dock next to her bed. It was intoxicating! The low bass beating through her chest and out to her fingers while the beats of the remixed tune swayed her hips uncontrollably felt amazing. She hadn't danced like this; so loose and carefree in so long she had forgot how good it was just to have music playing again. Clary closed her eyes and as the song finished and rolled into the next she let her hair down so it bounced around her face and over her shoulders. Time and time again her body popped and slid at all the right ques to the rhythm that was her escape from everything. So long as Clary's music was pl

PLEASE UNDERSTAND The loud drumming of her heart drowned out her ears. She had been standing outside the weapons room for over twenty minutes just wondering what he would think and how to tell him. He'll leave me, she thought, or worse he'll tell me to get rid of it. The girl knew her mind was running away with her. He would never say those things but still she couldn't help but wonder. Jace was about to leave for a route sweep of the sewers. They had be some activity there but still nothing had been showing up.  This could possibly be the worst time to someone this but she had to do it. Even with that being said the door handle seemed to mo

 “Do you know what I realised when we were in the Du Mort?” Jace asked as he walked down the corridor. “That vampire motorcycles make great getaway vehicles?” Clary huffed as she tried to keep pace with his long legged stride. “No – well yes, but that wasn’t what I was talking about.” “What then?” She was starting to get annoyed with him – the others had all decided to go back to bed for a few more hours before going after the Cup at midday, when the sun would be brightest and the demons weakest, but Jace had refused to allow her to. “I realised that you don’t know how t

     Clary sat straight up in bed, sweating profusely. "Jace!" She screamed, "JACE!"     The golden haired boy burst through her door, his golden eyes wide and alarmed. "Clary!" He gasped, rushing to her. That dream.....she wanted to scream and clap her hands over her ears and SCREAM. "Clary, Clary, talk to me! What's wrong?"     "Valentine," She whispered. A look of utter confusion crossed over his face. "Is he back?" He hissed, standing. "That's impossible, we killed him...."     Clary shook her head and pulled him back down to kneel next to her. He knelt for a second, pressing her hand to his lips momentarily. "What's wron