London Institute, 1887

Tessa stretched her arms as she woke up, all her aches and pains returning. Her nap on the couch had been peaceful—though she could make do without Will watching over her. "Will?" She said groggily, "Why in the world are you watching me sleep?"

"To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life. Or, in your case, the dark fold of your blanket." He kissed her, and sat down on the ottoman in front of her.

"Enough of Victor Hugo, I'm sick of Les Miserables." Will had begun a fondness for the book. They started to read it together, but it bored Tessa. Terribly.

"Tell me why you were watching me sleep!" She urged. She put her swollen feet on the floor of the drawing room (which they had converted into a "reading room", complete with books that they had purchased with their own money), pleased with the way the cold floor tickled her bare feet.

"Firstly, one can never have too much Victor Hugo," he said. Then, he handed Tessa a black hard bound notebook, with pages and pages of names scribbled in. "Secondly, I was waiting for you to finish your nap so that we can discus baby names." Will opened the book to the very last page for Tessa. "I shortened the list for you so you wouldn't have to hear all the terrible names."

"How long was I asleep?" Tessa asked. She had been taking naps more often now, still not used to having a living person inside of her. She had the classic pains; swollen feet, back pain, and decreased tolerance for annoyance. She didn't even have enough strength anymore to make witty comebacks for Will.

"You fell asleep at the table, immediately after lunch, so I carried you here. Now it's—" he looked at his watch "—6pm."

"And you wrote all these names in 6 hours?" She was dumbstruck—she was just going to wait to name the baby after it was born. Just as she did with James. "And where is James?"

James was eager for his new baby brother or sister—he always competed with Will for who got to touch Tessa's stomach. At just one-year-old, he never failed to make Will's or Tessa's day brighter and better. It was easy to see who he took after just by looking at him. Though his eyes were a bright gold, and his hair was the same ruffled, raven black as Will's. But unlike Will, James was shy, and enjoyed spending time with his parents rather than other children. There was one child, that James enjoyed spending time with, and that was Matthew Fairchild, Charlotte and Henry's son.

When he began to walk, he strode over to Will's and Tessa's shared bookcase in their room, picked out Treasure Island. From then on, Will, Tessa, and James read from whatever book James picked out until one out of the three of them fell asleep. James was the first to doze off, and once he was asleep, Will and Tessa would read a book together (they alternated who picks the book to read that night).

"I actually started that list last night," Will said. "James helped me for a while, but then I set him down for his nap." Tessa went back to read the page, but her slow thinking mind caught up with what Will had said a few seconds back.

"Did you say that you carried me?" Tessa didn't look exactly how she was nine years ago, when she was 17, when all their time was spent trying to find ways to stop Mortmain. James was a small baby, premature by about one month. She didn't have as much trouble carrying James, unlike this baby, who had 2 more weeks until he or she was ready.

That meant her stomach was big.

BIG.

"It's not that hard, Tess, to put on a Strength rune," he said. He then wickedly smiled, and Tessa knew immediately what joke was going to come out of his mouth.

"Don't," Tessa warned. "Don't test me, Will. I may be pregnant, but I have enough strength and training to punch you in the face." He held his lips together tightly, with his hands covering his mouth. When Will had a joke in mind, he had to get it out, no matter how dirty or rude it was. Tessa sighed. "Fine, let it out."

"It's not that hard to put on a Strength rune, Tess," he repeated, smiling. "Or two or three." He started laughing to himself, and Tessa couldn't help herself.

She started laughing as well.

She went back to looking at the baby names, names such as Owen, Stephan, Jonathon, and Billy Bones. The last one was definitely said by James, after finishing Treasure Island. The next page was all girl names, such as Eliza, Jenny, Juliet, and Lucie.

"Lucie?" Tessa questioned. "As in, Lucie Manette?" Tessa loved A Tale of Two Cities, but she felt Lucie Manette wasn't a good role model to take after.

"Well, perhaps it should be something more along the lines of Lucie Herondale, but yes, that is what I was thinking her name should be. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" She had to agree, it did sound quite nicely. "While I put James down for a nap, I saw A Tale of Two Cities, and I had to re-read it. When I first read it, I thought it was a silly book, about a girl having to choose between two men. After you came to the Institute, I read it again. I understood the tragedy of loving and sacrificing. I read it again, today, and realized: Lucie.

"That's when I realized: I want out daughter to be just like Lucie Manette—kind, devoted, passionate. Just like you." he stood from the ottoman, taking a seat next to her. "But Lucie should also be a reminder. Lucien Manette was competent, and submissive, always a damsel in distress. Lucie Herondale will never stand down, never worry about choices, never be submissive. She will be herself, and make her own choices. She won't step aside and let others make her decisions for her." He shook his head. Tessa was sure that he had become lost in his words.

"Giving someone a name makes them strive to be their best selves—to be like the person you named them after. Take James, for example. Jem is kind, gentle, and loyal. He is a reminder that there are people in this world who aren't selfish, aren't thinking only about themselves." Tessa looked in to the candlelight next to her, trying to douse her tears. She didn't want Will to see her cry, even if she wasn't ashamed of crying in front of him anymore. The water left her eyes, and she looked back at Will with clear eyes.

"Then it's settled. Her name will be Lucie." She said with a clear voice, even though it felt like she had a swallowed an apple whole. "What if it's a boy?"

"Billy Bones seems like a nice name doesn't it? Billy Bones Herondale." She laughed, which she knew Will was trying to do.

She immediately frowned, feeling unsettled, feeling—wrong. Looking behind Will, she felt a strange energy, as if the room was going to suck all the room into itself. Gasping, she clutched her belly.

"Tess! Are you alright?" Will panicked. "Is it the baby?"

She shook her head, no. She didn't feel pain, just immense discomfort, as if she was stuck in a tank, and water was filling into it, slowly coming to the top. "Some—something is coming in," she attempted to say. She pointed behind Will, "come—coming, over—there." Will got up, and retrieved a seraph blade from underneath the couch. If this were a different situation, she would've scolded Will for hiding weapons in the reading room.

Will grabbed a stele from his pocket, drawing all the runes for going in to battle. Just as he finished, Tessa's discomfort subsided.

And the portal opened.

All of Tessa's and Will's books, the desk, chairs, James' play toys—they were all blown with a gust of wind. From the portal, two humans—Nephilim—emerged.

The female, had bright, flaming hair, and gem-like green eyes. She was short, and only reached until the other Shadowhunter's chest. The male, however, had blond hair and gold eyes like James. Tess felt like she had seen these people before. The curve of the girl's mouth, was exactly that of Henry's. The boy's, however, was much of that of Will's.

Perhaps…no. The idea was too preposterous to be true. That kind of technology hadn't been built yet.

"Who are you?" Will demanded. He was obviously astonished by the clothing choices these people had made. Both of these Nephilim had no weapons on them—no gear either. The only reason Tessa knew they were Shadowhunter was of the runes on their skin. The boy was wearing a plain blue sweater, and black trousers that—that stuck to his leg? Tessa wasn't quite sure. The girl was wearing a shirt that said Sea Vegetable Conspiracy, and shorts that were much too improper for today's time.

Tessa then realized.

They weren't from today's time. But how?

"Hi," the girl started. "I hope we didn't intrude on anything." She looked uncomfortable, as if she didn't know what to say next. She looked at the boy, and he sighed.

"This is Clary Fairchild," he said. Will dropped his seraph blade and looked at Tessa, a clearly astonished look on his face.

He stepped forward to Will, and held out his hand, smiling. "By the Angel," Will whispered.

Tessa was certain Will had figured out who this boy was by looking at his features—his cheekbones, the sarcastic crinkle of his smile, the shape of his eyes—and the star shaped mark on his shoulder, which the sweater didn't cover.

"My name is Jace Herondale, and I think you're my great-great-great grandfather," he said bluntly. Tessa stood up, wanting to meet one of her descendants. Will only stared at this boy—Jace, his name was—and whispered, fy ddisgynyddion, fy ngwaed, fy nheulu

Tessa had picked up enough Welsh to understand what he said. My descendant, my blood, my family.

"Was that Welsh?" he asked. Tessa didn't hear an answer from Will. Perhaps he was going through shock.

But soon she heard a thud.

Looking over, she saw that Will had fainted.