This is my first one-shot, so, please, take it easy with me.
A little idea I had a while ago.
Unfortunately The Mortal Instruments don`t belong to me, nor Jace. Thay belong to diva Cassandra Clare
Jace woke up with the sound of a door slamming. Clary was sleeping by his side, her red hair all over the pillow. She looked peaceful in her sleep and her chest rose and fell slowly as she breathed. She was so beautiful…
The wooden doors opened and closed and a figure stood at the edge of the bed, his green eyes tearful. He was wearing his blue pajamas and his blond hair was messy.
"Daddy, I can`t sleep." He said, his soft four years old voice speaking in a low tone.
"What happened, big guy?" He asked, while the little boy made his way up in the bed, and layed by his side.
"I had a bad dream." He cryed. Jace kissed his blond head. The way he looked at him reminded so much of Clary, that it was almost as if he was seen his wife on his son`s green eyes. "Do you have bad dreams, daddy?"
"Sometimes I dream that I lose you and your mom, and I just can`t find you guys, and I get really, really sad." Jace admitted. "And how was your bad dream?"
"There were demons under my bed." He whispered "And they want to bite my feet."
"Ok, let`s do it like this. Why don`t you stay here, and if the demons try to bite your feet, daddy kills them. Can we do this?" The little boy agreed, and shifted between Jace and Clary, holding Clary`s arm and closing his eyes.
Clary lifted her head, still seeming to be half asleep. "What`s going on?" She asked, looking from Jace to her son, then to Jace again.
"Christopher had a nightmare." He said, kissing her softly on the lips. "Just don`t worry, you can go back to sleep"
"Oh, ok." She said, embracing Christopher with her free arm.
Jace watched as she dozed to sleep and cannot stop smiling. This was his family, after all.