August 14, 2012: Maxwell Stephen Herondale

Jace had fought hundreds of demons, stood toe to toe with an entire vampire clan, battled a greater demon almost single handedly, and even had died, but nothing from his training or experience had prepared him for anything as terrifying as this. His hair was sticking up in gravity defying directions due to running his hands through it numerous times. His hands hurt from the ferocity and frequency that he had been wringing his hands together.

He remembered when Clary had told him; he had just gotten back from a hunt and was high on adrenaline. She had called him into the weapons room, away from everyone else. She had been shaking when she finally told him. He hadn't responded at first, too much in shock to form coherent sentences, then he remembered smiling so much it made his face hurt.

As the months passed and Clary's stomach swelled, Jace had assured himself that he was ready for this. Shadow hunters did everything sooner, right? And 22 and expecting a child wasn't that unusual anyway. But as the nine month mark drew nearer, Jace started to worry. What if he did something wrong? Or something happened to him and he left his child alone in the world?

But none of that mattered as he stared at the scene before him. Clary was lying in bed cradling a baby, their baby, in her arms. Clary smiled at him before handing him his perfect baby boy.

"Maxwell Stephen Herondale, I'm your dad." Said Jace, looking into golden eyes that mirrored his own. As he stared at the miracle in his arms, he promised himself that he would never let anything happen to his angel faced baby.

October 24, 2012: James Simon Kyle

Only two months after the birth of little Max, the occupants of the institution were back in the infirmary waiting room, all except Isabelle and Maryse, who were assisting with the birth of Maia and Jordan's child (let's not question how they are allowed in the institute).

Clary and Jace sat on either side of Jordan, offering him words of encouragement. Simon, who had gotten special clearance from the clave to live in the institution with Izzy, (which is also completely plausible and should not be questioned) kept throwing sympathetic glances towards Jordan, unable to imagine what he was going through. Alec and Magnus (who are together in this story because I refuse to accept the truth) sat with baby Max in the corner, taking turns holding their godson.

"It's not even really Maia that I am worried about. She's one of the strongest people I know. It's the baby. There is a 75% chance that it'll be like us. That's not fair to it. I'm a bad father before my child is even born!" Jordan said miserably, burying his head in his hands.

"Jordan, don't worry! Werewolf, mundane, bunny rabbit, it doesn't matter. We will love this child no matter what." Clary's sincere words were followed by a murmur of agreements.

"Though if it's a bunny I may be a little worried if I were you." Said Simon struggling to maintain a serious face. Clary openly glared at him just as Isabelle walked into the hallway. For someone who just helped deliver a baby her hair looked perfect.

"Your son has a near flawless delivery. Maia barely felt a thing." Isabelle reassured Jordan.

"Son?" Jordan asked.

Jace looked at Max, who was back in Clary's arms, then to Jordan. The two shared a knowing, unexplained look.

"James Simon Kyle. That's what we decided on." Simon gave Jordan a quizzical look. "You brought us together, Simon. You made all this possible."

With that Jordan stood up, looked around the room once, and went to meet his child.

November 29, 2013: Emily Hope Herondale

This wasn't like last time. That was completely clear to Clary. There was nobody in the waiting room there to congratulate her afterwards and no Jace pacing just outside, ready to rush in at a seconds notice. No, Jace was down the hall in a bed very similar to the one she was in now, currently being treated by the Silent Brothers. He had been bitten by a greater demon.

"You need to stop worrying. He will be fine. You need to focus!" Maryse said to Clary, as she tried to hide the fact that she was incredibly worried herself.

"Clary, everything is going to be fine. When Jace wakes up, you can be the first one to meet him with this new little girl in your arms." Jocelyn assured Clary, holding tightly to her hand. "Concentrate on the baby. What are you going to name her?"

"Jace and I have this thing where we each get to pick a name. I picked Maxwell and he picked Stephen, so this time he got to pick the first name. Jace-" Clary was cut short by the scream that came from her mouth as a wave of pain ripped through her. She caught her breath when the pain passed. "Jace picked Emily." She said with a smile.

"Emily. It's beautiful." Jocelyn said, giving Clary's hand a light squeeze. "How about for her middle name?"

"I hadn't really decided, but.." Clary thought about everything that was happening with her husband and how the most important thing was to hope. That was it. "Hope. Emily Hope Herondale."

Jocelyn could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. "It's perfect."

"It's time to push." Said Maryse. Clary closed her eyes, pushing her worrisome thoughts about Jace out of her mind.

Three hours later Clary was standing outside of Jace's room with their brand new baby girl asleep in her arms. When she was first born, Emily had screamed so loudly that Clary was sure that this little girl's lungs were going to give out. Only minutes after being born however, the crying stopped and, from Maryse's arms, Emily Hope lifted her head up, which Jocelyn informed her was extremely unusual, and stared at Clary with vibrant blue eyes. Now she was freshly clean, fed, and the Silent Brothers had cast the appropriate spells that were always put on a newborn shadow hunter.

Alec had been with Jace the whole time and assured Clary that everything was fine and that he was asking for her. Now, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

The room was dim and smelled like antiseptic. In the center of the bed, in the center of the room, Jace sat propped up against some pillows. His left shoulder and side were heavily bandaged and there was a nasty looking bruise on his chin that would probably be gone in a couple of hours due to the runes that snaked up his unhurt side, arm, and neck.

Upon hearing the door open, Jace's head jerked around to look at his wife with their baby in her arms. The sudden movement caused Jace's face to scrunch up in pain.

"Someone here wants to meet her daddy." Said Clary moving to Jace's side. Clary placed their daughter in Jace's good arm. "I picked Hope as her middle name. Emily Hope."
"It's the perfect name for a perfect little girl." Jace beamed and then gently kissed the sleeping baby on top of her head.

September 19, 2015: Tyler Jehoshaphat Robert Lightwood-Bane

The Institute was bursting at the seams. Jace was sitting by the fire discussing the possible ascension of James who had turned out to not get the werewolf gene with Jordan. Max had piped up saying he wanted James to be a shadow hunter because then they could "be like Daddy and Uncle Alec and be each other's 'pair of bar ties' ". Next to them Clary talked with a very pregnant Maia. She was only four days away from her due date and stated to anyone who would listen just how ready she was to have this child out of her. This was always followed by a comment to Jordan about how this was the last child and she would make sure of that if he didn't handle it himself.

Robert and Maryse had their attention split between the conversations going on near them and the scene that was playing out on the floor. Simon was on his hands and knees with three year old Max and two year old James. Max was on Simon's back with his arm around Simon's neck while James was underneath Simon's stomach throwing what James probably thought were hard kicks to the vampire's abdomen. Both children were laugh like maniacs while occasionally squealing in glee.

Isabelle and Emily were a couple feet from the boys. Emily's pudgy fists gripped tightly around Isabelle's long, slender index finger as the one year old tentatively taking shaky steps forward. Occasionally she would fall on her butt and look up at her Aunt Izzy with big blue eyes quickly filling with tears, her lower lip stuck out and quivering. When this happened her godmother would scoop her up in her arms and give her a big hug and a cookie from the tray on the table next to them. After the second time this happened, the one year old seemed to regress, falling on her backside almost every time. Isabelle laughed while informing everyone that her goddaughter was just as conniving as Jace was as a child when it came to getting cookies.

Everything was proceeding as a normal Saturday afternoon when all of the sudden Magnus Bane strode into the room with a baby in his arms and Alec in tow. Magnus and Alec shared matching smiles as everyone looked at them quizzically.

"Uhh—we have a baby." Alec informed the room. There was hardly a pause before Jace stood up and walked over to where his parabati stood. Jace drew Alec into a bone crushing hug and clapped him on the back.

"Congrats man! I don't know how, nor do I probably want to know, but I expect to be the god father since I made you two the god parents of my first born." Jace informed Alec, who in turn assured him that that was the plan.

"So, uhh, is he yours?" Asked Isabelle.

"He is half me and half Alec," Magnus explained for everyone. "Although we all know what happens to the offspring of a shadow hunter and warlock, so I opted out of the warlock gene unfortunately. He is what the mundanes would call a 'test tube baby' I guess… kind of. He was not of conventional birth, but of magic, that being said, he is just as much ours as he would be any other way."

Everybody looked at the baby who clearly had the Lightwood eyes and Magnus' nose. He had Alec's skin tone and warlock's shock of black hair on top of his head.

Clary cleared her throat, "What's his name?"

Alec rolled his eyes. "I keep telling him it's too much. He's going to have a hell of a time spelling it or putting it on a driver's license." He sighed. "Tyler Jehoshaphat Robert Bane-Lightwood."
"Lightwood-Bane. I let you have the boring first name and your dad's name is in there too. It's Lightwood-Bane."

September 27, 2015: Darren Garroway Kyle

Eight days after Tyler, or Ty as everyone called him, was introduced to the family, they were about to welcome another member. Darren Garroway Kyle made his way quietly into the world. His dad, brother, and family friends had hardly heard a noise from Maia. Darren had caused his mother almost no pain and had only cried for a couple of seconds before the cries had turned into content murmurs. When placed in his mother's arms he smiled up at her and promptly fell asleep. Later on she whispered to her husband that they had had a baby with a gentle soul. Jordan had replied that gentle souls usually made great warriors, if that is what the baby chose to be. It was only later, when Darren's eyes met his brother James for the first time did he smile again, this time gurgling and waving his fist in the air as well. Jordan declared that they had somehow managed to have another perfect baby.

October 16, 2016: Allyson Lewis

"How dare you do this to me! Simon Lewis I will KILL your undead butt!" Isabelle's screams and threats were clearly heard by everyone outside the infirmary. Simon was in the infirmary with Izzy, though he probably wished he wasn't. Maia and Jordan had taken their youngest son, Darren, and Magnus and Alec's son, Tyler, out of the room and to somewhere where Isabelle's screaming wouldn't continuously scare them. Maxwell, James, and Emily found Aunt Izzy's "bad words" quite funny and refused to leave.

After another yell from Isabelle, almost three year old Emily walked over to her Clary and looked up at her with worried eyes. "Is Aunt Izzy gonna be ok?" she asked.

Clary picked up the toddler in her arms and set her down on her lap. "Aunt Isabelle is going to be fine." She assured the little girl. "And when she, uhh, feels better she will have a new little baby."

Max who, at four years old, was in his curious faze, looked up and asked, "How does the baby get from her tummy to outside?" Surprise flashed across Clary's face as Jace bust out laughing.

"How does it even get in there?" Asked James.

"Daddy told me that the boy gives the girl some sort of seed, like from a fruit or something, and then the girl gets a baby in her tummy." Maxwell informed his friend, proud of his amount of knowledge. This explanation earned Jace a solid slap on the back of his head by Clary.

"What did you want me to do? He asked, I answered." Said Jace, rubbing his head where Clary had just slapped him.

An especially loud yell came from the infirmary followed by an impressive string of profanities. Clary tried to cover Emily's ears.

Jace leaned over to whisper to Alec. "How did that even happen? How did he, ya know? He doesn't have any blood."

Alec snorted, "To be fair, he has blood. It's not necessarily his, but it does course through him."

Just then Simon walked through the door. "It's a girl. Allyson." He smiled which quickly turned to a look of total fear. "I have a daughter. I'm responsible for a person."

Clary set Emily down on the floor and walked over to Simon, giving her best friend a sympathetic, much needed hug.

December 17, 2016: Jocelyn Imogen Herondale

"This is the last time, Jace. I swear to the angle." Said Clary through gritted teeth. Jace kissed his wife on her forehead.

"Anything you say. It's not like this baby was planned anyway." Said Jace with a small smile.

"It's not like any of them were really planned." Clary shot back. As another contraction began she squeezed tightly on Jace's hand.

"Ow! Ow! Clary, my hand! Ow!" Jace complained about Clary's grip on his hand. Clary shot him a look that could strike fear into the hearts of an army of demons.

"Alright, you know what to do." Said Jocelyn.

Clary looked at Jace again. "Last one." She said again. "I'm getting to old for this."

Jace gave her a questioning look, "You're only 26."

"Whatever. Give me your hand again." She told Jace who had been gently massaging his injured hand. He hesitated and then reluctantly reached for her hand.

Not a long time later they were staring at their new little girl. Jace was sitting on the bed next to Clary who was holding the baby. Emily, now three, was sitting in her dad's lap and Max was sitting on the other side of Clary.

"This is your new sister, Jocelyn Imogen." Clary said looking at her green eyed girl, little ringlets of red hair already apparent on her head.

Maxwell scrunched his nose. "That's not a good baby name."

"I'm gonna call her JoJo." Emily declared. Her dad kissed her on the top of the head saying that he thought it was the perfect nickname.

Jace looked around him at his three amazing children and repeated the promise he had made a little over four years before, that he would never let anything happen to them.

I know it was kinda a slow and repetitive chapter, but I was introducing the characters. I promise there is actually a story line that I have planned. The next chapter will be up soon!