I do not own any characters. They belong to the amazing Cassandra Clare. I have borrowed a couple of things from the internet because they were funny but the plot line is mine. Please don't plaugerise and ask permission before using any of my content.

(Alec POV)

"Alexander darling! Look what came in through the post!"

Magnus greets me as I walk through the door. Rafael runs to me and hugs my leg.

"Heya Rafe."

"Me and Max play game. Daddy play too?"

"Later Rafe. I need to talk to Papa, okay."

Rafe nods and runs out of the room. Magnus smiles at him when he glances back. "So…"

"Well, what was in the post?"

"Max has been accepted for The Little Red School House!"

"Rafe?" My question hangs in the air. We both know that however much we try, he's not going to a school. He's a shadowhunter. He might go the academy or the scholomance, but never a mundane school. Magnus breaks the silence.

"Term starts in a week. We're learning about glamours tomorrow. Are you working?"

"I'm working. Again. God, I hate being the Consul."

"But you're brilliant at it. Although I wish you could have some time off."

"I'll try to get some time off but no promises."

The conversation is over. Magnus leaves the room. I go to Max's room. The boys are playing a game on Max's PlayStation. "What are you playing."

"Dad I'm hungry." Max whines.

"Hi hungry I'm dad."

"Not FUNNY!" shouts Max. Rafe giggles.

"Make me a pie!" demands Max, his brow wrinkling.

"No"

"Why?"

"I don't have any ingredients, I don't know how and I'm-" I stop myself. I mustn't swear around the kids.

"You're what?"

"I'm not your bitch." I can't be bothered to hold my tongue. Just this once, I swear. Rafe joins the conversation. "Daddy? What's a b-i-t-ch"

He sounds out the letters like I taught him to. Oh shit. Rafe will use the word bitch around the house. Then Max will use it. Think Alec, think. I kneel on the floor. "Not b-i-t-ch. D-i-t-ch. It means a hole."

Max looks confused. "So you're not my hole?"

I really have put my foot in it. "I… got my words mixed up. I meant to say slave."

"What does s-l-a-v mean?"

"S-l-a-v-e means someone who gets bossed around and is treated badly."

Max laughs "Silly Daddy."

I smile and nod. Magnus walks in. "Boys! Alexander! What do we want for dinner?

"Pie!" shouts Max.

"Paella?" asks Rafe.

"Crackers?" I suggest.

Magnus ignores me. "We had paella yesterday. How about pie?"

"Yeah!!!"

Rafe frowns and sits down. "Want paella."

Magnus sits too. "Well I want a fiesta. Tomorrow we will have paella and a fiesta."

I groan inwardly. Rafe scowls. "Boludo."

I know that boludo means idiot. I learnt that when I met Rafe. Magnus looks at Rafe, who stares at the floor. "Sorry."

"I will go make the dinner. Alexander a word?"

I walk out of Max's room and into the kitchen. Magnus is looking worried. I smell smoke. He sees me and leans seductively against the counter. "Is something burning?"

"No."

I raise my eyebrows.

"Just my desire for you."

I raise my eyebrows even more.

"The pie! I burnt the pie! Help me Alexander! Be my hero!"

"A little dramatic, but I'll help."

Magnus yanks open the oven door and pulls out the 'pie'. I whistle as I see a black, burnt bit of pastry.

"It appears to be a little on the crispy side." says Magnus.

"You think?"

"It could be worse."

"Taki's?"

"Taki's."

I walk into the living room. "Boys we're going to Taki's."

Max screams. "WANT PIE! HATE YOU!"

Rafe smiles. "Like Taki's."