DISCLAIMER: IF YOU RECOGNIZE ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS AS PROPERTY OF CASSANDRA CLARE YOU ARE RIGHT. THEY ARE HER CHARACTERS. I DO NOT OWN THEM.

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Authors note: Quick explanation and additional details.

Firstly: I want to keep the expectations realistic as in we all make mistakes, and throughout this story there will be anger and sorrow but also forgiveness and the acknowledgements of each others faults.

Secondly: This story is based on Alec's and Magnus's already progressed relationship. In this story they have been together for 5 years. They also have an adopted girl age 5 named Annabel. They adopted her when she was 3. Alec is currently a highly ranked FBI officer and Magnus is a well known interior designer.

Enjoy :)

Alec stared out the cab window into the endless black night of Brooklyn. The light from the surrounding buildings casting a faint halo around the small raindrops that were pounding down onto the pavement. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he rested his head in his hands, desperately trying to suppress the pounding headache and exhaustion he was feeling. His hair hung limply around his face and his azure eyes were glazed and inattentive.

Magnus would be upset with him, he already knew it. He had been working on a case nonstop for the last month and had to spend two weeks in California in the blazing heat. Leaving Magnus with 5 year old Annabel who had just finished preschool for fall break and his overloading work schedule. He was glad it was over, the memories still sent unwanted shivers down Alec's back whenever he thought about it. Late hours in his office and lack of sleep had finally paid off and him and his crew was able to catch the man who had been hunting and stalking female politicians for at least over a year now. He had a sinisterly wicked mind, that man. A compulsive obsession with control and strong minded women. It didn't make for a good combination. He hoped that at least his early arrival of two days would soothe Magnus's anger to a degree.

The cab stopped in front of his and Magnus's Brooklyn apartment, which looked dreadful and cold in the rain. A soft light was blazing in the window on the right of the third floor. At least there was the possibility that Magnus was awake, Alec thought. The red brick of the building had lost it's warmth on nights like these, the cracked wooden frames surrounding the entrance looked old and sloppy, as if attached there carelessly. Alec however knew better, he knew the laughter and love that filled every room in the apartment complex and the amount of care put in to keep the building standing.

Alec pushed himself against the door after handing the cab driver a wad of bills. He quickly walked around the back and popped the trunk open and swung his large duffle bag over his shoulder. By this point his grey t-shirt and jacket were completely soaked through and his hair kept dripping into his eyes. He practically sprinted to the front doors and fished his key out of his pocket, the wet metal constantly slipping out of his hands until finally unlocking the door. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a minute catching his breath and attempting to chase away the fog that was clouding his mind. His muscles ached as he ascended the stairs his briefcase loosely held in his hand. He softly unlocked the door in case Annabel was sleeping and dropped his duffle bag beside the door together with his brief case and gun holster. He shook a hand through his dark lock attempting to squeeze most of the water out. He slipped of his jacket and his shoes and walked into the kitchen. The digital clock read 1:43 AM. Shit, he thought, it was later than he had anticipated, but hopefully he could snuggle up to Magnus in bed and worry about the rest tomorrow. After he had done a quick peek into Annabel's room he headed towards his and Magus's bedroom and softly turned the handle.

At first all he saw and heard was darkness and the timid sound of dual breathing. The soft yellow light from the hallway spilled into the bedroom and it took Alec's eyes only a moment to adjust before his breathing hitched and caught in his throat.

Magnus lay under the covers, his right leg spilling over the edge of the bed and his lean torso exposed, rising and falling softly. However the spot beside him wasn't empty. Alec's head was spinning as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing, his hands became clammy and he could feel the utter panic bubbling in his stomach. Beside Magnus was another exposed torso, this one broader and more muscled. A hip peeking out from under the comforter and a head tucked into the corner of Magnus's neck. Black hair splayed across the pillow and lips touching Magnus's shoulder. His boyfriends shoulder. Alec's vision was slightly blurry and his mind was blank as he surveyed the rest of the room. Clothes were scattered in a trail from the door to the bed. His and Magnus's picture that stood on the bed side table was face down, but the signs of Alec's existence in the room were still clearly visible. His books still neatly stacked on the shelf attached to the left wall. His cologne next to the pictures of him and his family together on the dresser. It was funny really, Alec thought in a haze. He doesn't own a single picture of his father, not one. Considering the fact that they resented each other it made sense, but now he felt a sad sense of nostalgia. He cast one look back at Magnus, whom luckily hadn't awoken and gently shut the door behind him.

He couldn't face the confrontation, the utter humiliation and shame. The hurt look he knew would be plain on his features and the cold one he feared Magnus would give in return. He made it three steps out of the bedroom until he sagged to the ground and curled his knees to his stomach. He concentrated on his breathing desperately trying to fight down the up coming anxiety attack. His mind was a storm and all he felt at that moment was pain, not anger or fear, just pain. His eyes stayed dry but his hands quivered. He needed to get out of here, he needed air.

"Daddy?" Annabel's small frame was visible in the hallway.

Alec looked at Annabel, her dark brown hair tucked into two messy braids and her pink and white nightgown toughing below the knees. The sight of her made Alec come to a realization. He needed to be strong for her, he couldn't let her see him like this. He needed to protect her.

"Annabel" he breathed out and sent her a weak smile. "Do you wanna go on a fun trip with me for a while?"

AUTHORS NOTE:

Thank you for reading and hopefully this was to your liking :)

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-MalecFanatic7