Just a little something I got an idea for in a RP when Jace and Clary were shopping for wedding dresses... Hope you enjoy. Not going to be a chapter two. I thought it was gonna be a bit longer, but this is it. Anyways, enjoy! :)
A few years after Clary and Jace had married, a furious storm passed over their home. Their little son, Max, had inherited his father's hair and his mother's eyes. He was about five by now.
A little after midnight, a big stroke of thunder shook their house. Not two minutes later, the little boy shook his father awake. He woke easily at the hands of his son on his shoulder despite him saying nothing. Upon seeing the fear in the little boy's wide eyes, he sat up and took his hand, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to stand up.
"Let me tell you something, Max," whispered Jace as he walked him back to his room. "Do you know what storms are afraid of?" His son shook his head as they crossed into his room.
"Bravery," said Jace as he helped Max back into bed, "and strength." He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I know you're brave. So, show that to the storm. And... what was that other thing, again...?"
"Strength," the little boy said meekly. His father smiled.
"That's what it is. Now I'm not talking about the strength that comes from here," claimed Jace as he touched the boy's already-growing bicep. "But the strength that comes from here." He moved his finger to Max's temple. "And what makes you stronger up there?"
"Love," the little boy replied, green eyes studying his father.
"That's exactly right. But it has to be real love." He brushed the boy's golden curls out of his eyes and kissed his forehead. "Like how Mommy and I love you."
Max smiled lightly. "I love you, too." His father smiled in return.
"Think you can go to sleep now?" Jace smiled a bit wider as his son nodded, determined. "Good night, then, Max." He kissed his son's forehead again as he closed his eyes and his father stood up.
"Good night, Daddy."