A/N: Unbeta'd. Di Pintu Syurga means At Heaven's Door in English. The facts have been slightly altered from the original work of Cassandra Clare. Instead of using Indonesian to represent Magnus Bane, I'll be using Malay in addition to English as the main languages in this story because I'm Malaysian so it'll be easier for me to write. :D


Alec Lightwood beamed brightly from where he was standing. He couldn't take his eyes off his three-year-old son as he played happily with his Uncle Jace and Uncle Simon. Max was currently sitting on Jace's shoulder. The blonde shadowhunter was running around the training room while Simon chased after the both of them. Max was gripping Jace's hair tightly in his pudgy blue hands to prevent himself from falling. If there was a person who could ruin Jace's perfectly coiffed hair without being scolded at, the person was none other than Max Michael Lightwood-Bane. Max's elated squeal could be heard all over the Institute and nothing could make Alec more gratified than knowing his child was happy.

Being the eldest son of Robert and Maryse Lightwood and running the New York Institute at the same time was indeed challenging. People had always expected the best from him and often Alec found it overwhelming. He always did his best for the Institute and for the sake of the Lightwood family name. On top of that, he was also Magnus Bane's — the High Warlock of Brooklyn — lover. Ever since the beginning of his relationship with Magnus, the Shadow World couldn't stop talking about them. But nothing could compare to his life as a father. Raising two children — two boys — both under the age of five was definitely stimulating to say the least.

That was the life of Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Robert and Maryse Lightwood's firstborn, the head of the New York Institute, the boyfriend of the High Warlock of Brooklyn and…the father of two.

His reputation definitely preceded him.

"I was expecting a red carpet for my arrival and I'm honestly disappointed."

Alec's head snap to the direction of the entrance where the source of the voice was heard. The person's statement was loud enough to halter the activities inside the Institute. The shadowhunters in the control area was frozen in front of their respective computers while the joyous playtime at the training room was put to a stop as well. All eyes were focused at the entrance as the loud, flamboyant man made his way inside the Institute with a young boy in tow.

Putting little Max down on the floor, Jace Wayland leaned over the glass barrier to acknowledge the newcomer. "For the millionth times, Magnus…nobody is gonna spread the red carpet for you every time you come here. Stop asking for it."

"Last time I checked, my paramour is the head of this institute. Thus, I believe a red carpet is the common courtesy by now, Golden Boy." Magnus sighed dramatically.

"Rafe!" Max out of the blue squealed loudly, waving enthusiastically to get his brother's attention and indiscriminately cutting off the quarrel between his father and his uncle.

"Max!" Five-year-old Rafael Santiago Lightwood-Bane, the eldest son of Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane quickly climbed up the stairs to the training area, eager to meet his baby brother. Once they reunited, the two brothers were embracing one another as if they hadn't seen each other for a year when in truth it had only been a few hours.

Six hours top.

"Hi, Ayah! Hi, Daddy!" Max was waving again and this time at his parents.

Magnus winked while Alec waved back and watched as both of his sons situated themselves on the training area floor before Rafael produced some sort of art from his bag pack.

Magnus approached his beloved Alec and kissed him chastely on the lips. "Hello, Alexander. I've missed you."

Jace groaned. First he had to see Rafael and Max being affectionate, and now it was Alec and Magnus. Sure, the former duo was adorable to see since they were brothers but as for the latter, it was frustrating because it happened far too often for his liking. "Like father like son."

Alec rolled his eyes, returning Magnus' kiss a tad keenly before pulling away. Who would've thought, someone who was previously extremely uncomfortable with PDAs was now bold enough to show the world his affection. Nevertheless, there was a deep shade of red creeping up his neck and cheeks, betraying him. "Take your jealousy somewhere else, Jace. Let me have a moment with my boyfriend."

"I wish Clary is here." Jace grumbled, making his statement as dramatic as possible.

"Where is Clary?" Simon asked, momentarily scouting the Institute.

"Idris." Jace crossed his arms unhappily. "She's helping Lydia with something. She'll be back in a few days or so."

"Ah, no wonder why you're so grumpy." Simon said eloquently. "Ignore Jace. I think you guys are cute together. I still remember your first kiss at Alec's almost-wedding. It feels like it had happened yesterday."

It was Alec's turn to groan. It sounded deeper and graver than Jace's, a sign of how exasperated he was. Magnus on the other hand simply chuckled. He knew how much his Alexander hated to be reminded of that day — the almost-wedding day — as they usually called it. It wasn't like Alec regretted his decision, it was just that particular event had brought back so many bad memories such as Hodge's betrayal, Lydia's getting hurt and the worse of all, the rejection from Maryse and Robert Lightwood, Alec's parents.

Noting Alec's annoyance, Simon instantly pouted. "Fine, I'll stop shipping you two if that makes you happy. I know when my service is no longer needed."

Jace threw his arm around Simon's shoulder. They had become so much closer to one another as the years passed. "You can ship me and Clary if you want. I really don't mind."

"Haha, really funny, Jace. No thank you. I'd rather ship myself with a Wookiee." Simon pushed Jace's away. Jace knew about his previous crush on Clary and he wanted him to ship them together? Although he no longer had feelings whatsoever toward the green eyed girl, he really didn't have the motivation to ship them.

Because they weren't Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood.

"A Wookiee? I have no idea who that is." Jace uttered and strode toward his nephews who were in a deep conversation amongst themselves. It definitely had something to do with the drawing in Rafael's grasp.

"Magnus, did you come across Izzy at the Academy when you went to pick up your son from school earlier?" Simon was frowning. Ever since Isabelle took the job as a tutor at the newly constructed New York Academy for Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike, he rarely saw her. With his schedule as a vampire, and hers as a shadowhunter and tutor, it was getting harder to get in touch with her.

Speaking of the New York Academy, it was undoubtedly the better version of the Shadowhunter Academy in Idris. The founders of the New York Academy were none other than Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane. It was Alec's vision to unite the Shadow World and the best solution was not by marriage, but by education. Children by nature were non-judgmental. It was through their nurture that they learned to hate. Alec himself as a Shadowhunter was raised to belittle the Downworlders but his relationship with Magnus had changed his perspective. He wanted the entire Shadow World to see how absurd their perceptions were.

The Clave was against it at first. Of course they would be against it but Alec and Magnus didn't back down easily. They fought tooth and nail, just like they had fought for their relationship. With the help of their families, friends, and acquaintances, the Clave eventually yet begrudgingly agreed. Alec and Magnus had a great influence on others after all.

At the Academy, the students would learn the theory of the Shadow World and every Shadow World species that ever existed and later undergone the practical training. Every Shadow World beings would be in the same class so that they could get to know each other more closely. So far, the students were mainly shadowhunters and werewolves, with a few vampires, a very small amount of warlocks' children, and even lesser faeries. Despite having the High Warlock of Brooklyn's son studied there, most of the warlocks were still reluctant seeing that Magnus Bane's son was a shadowhunter. However, once Max turned four he too would enroll to the Academy just like his older brother, Rafael, and perhaps when that time came, the warlocks would have their faith in the Academy just like the other Shadow World species.

"I can't say that I did, Sheldon. Perhaps she's busy with something since there weren't many tutors there today." Magnus casually replied.

"Seriously, Magnus? It's been years. You have two kids now and you still can't remember my name?!" Simon's frustration was visible. He was worried about Isabelle and Magnus was making him upset.

"My apologies, Solomon."

"It's Simon!"

Alec scoffed and shook his head in amusement. "He knows who you are, Simon. Magnus is just playing you."

Magnus dissolved into laughter before nodding. "You're too hilarious, dear."

Simon was the third person to groan in that very hour. "Glad to know my misery amuses you."

"Izzy will be busy this week. They need to establish the rules and regulations for the Academy now that a couple of faerie children had joined in." Alec said nonchalantly, eyeing his children who were now chatting eagerly to their ayah. "She said she'll make it up to you and that she'll contact you soon."

"Oh. So, she has the time to see you but not me?" Simon couldn't hide his jealousy at all. It was so unfair. Isabelle Lightwood was his girlfriend, damn it!

"That's because…I'm her big brother and she loves me more than she loves you." Alec concluded and left Simon, to meet his brother, boyfriend and sons.

Simon huffed like a petulant child before he too approached the small group. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do so he might as well spend his time with this dysfunctional family of his while waiting for Isabelle. He truthfully loved these people. He loved how they had accepted him when his own family wouldn't. And he loved, loved how Alec and Magnus' two sons called him Uncle Simon. He felt so welcomed when he was with them.

If only they would stop teasing him.

"Ready to go, boys?" Alec's deep yet loving voice reverberated in the training area of the Institute.

"Yes!" Both Rafael and Max jumped excitedly.

"Whoa! Calm down, champs!" Jace enveloped his animated nephews with his strong arms to stop their movements.

"Ayah said we can get ice cream at the park on our way home!" Max stated fervently. His entire blue face glowed in delight.

"Can I get some ice cream too? I'm dying to have the mint flavor ice cream." Jace played along, pleased to entertain the boys.

"You can't come, Uncle Jace, because you're not invited." Rafael said in all seriousness of a five-year-old boy. He probably didn't want to share his ice cream with anyone, not even his beloved Uncle Jace.

"Rafael Santiago Lightwood-Bane!" Alec gasped, scowling at his eldest son. "Where are your manners?"

"Sorry, Daddy." Rafael ducked his head. Max was by his side in an instant. At that moment Alec knew his boys would one day gang up against him and Magnus when they grew up. Nonetheless, Alec was glad Max and Rafael had each other.

Despite the small commotion made by Rafael, one other thing that Magnus noticed was that Simon had become strangely stiff next to him. Even though the others didn't realize it, he did. The vampire became rigid the moment Alec uttered Rafael's full name out loud.

Magnus knew very well why the vampire acted that way. Simon was downright inconsolable when the original Raphael Santiago died. Raphael was his sire after all and even though they wouldn't admit it, he knew Simon and Raphael had shared something special before the latter had died. Perhaps naming their son after the late Raphael Santiago was a wrong call because Simon would always cringe every time Rafael's name was mentioned. Magnus understood his pain. Raphael was one of his best friends too.

Alec had also told him how painful it was for him at first to call baby Max by his name. It reminded Alec of his baby brother, the one he had lost but by naming Max after his namesake Max Lightwood, it was a way to preserve his memory. That was why after they had adopted the then three-year-old shadowhunter boy, they agreed to name him after the vampire Raphael Santiago who had died protecting others.

Magnus hoped Simon knew that he and Alec didn't name their eldest son after Raphael out of spite.

"Simon, may I have a word with you?"


A/N 2: Ayah means father in English.

A/N 3: Thank you so much for reading! :D