"CLARRISA!"
Not today. Please not today. I mean come on, I'm juggling housework, a new baby, decorating our new home – I don't have time for demons right now.
"CLARRISA!" Jace called out again.
Urgh, duty calls. Pulling out my serph blade (a baby shower gift from Isabelle), I run down the hallway, carefully not touching the fresh painted walls and dodging baby toys as if they were landmines. With my blade in hand, it suddenly felt as if everything was back to normal – I am Clary Fray, nothing can obstruct my mission of demon slaying...except 3am feeds.
When I approached the nursery door I could see that it was already ajar, whatever was in there had my Jace cornered.
"CLARRISA, HURRY!"
With no time to lose, I sprung into the room, blade at the ready and posed for attack when-
"CLARRISA, IT'S POOPING!"
I fail at trying to hold back a laugh. Jace is holding our daughter in the air and he clearly hasn't mastered the art of nappy making. He looks at me with a troubled face "It won't go on! What kind of devil work is this?" I can't help but start laughing again, Jace joins in too this time. "Give her here you clown" And I begin showing him what I have learned in the past month of motherhood. "Look, you put it on like this and then you attach this bit to that bit and that bit to this bit – simples". Jace looks at me like I've just talked him through rocket science 101. "I think I'll stick to demon hunting for now – much easier".