This is a short story based on the epilogue of my story "Highly Unlikely" so check that out. you don't have to read it to understand this though. (:

"Jace Wayland, you've just won the Super Bowl, what are you going to do next?" Clary asked in a fake deep voice. She held the hairbrush up to my mouth and raised a curious eyebrow. She looked beautiful sitting cross legged in our king sized bed. We bought the townhouse the year after we graduated college and got married.

Clary giggles at me. "You're staring at me again, Jace." She says with a mock pout. I just smile at her in response. Berlin is due to be here in exactly two weeks, and my wife has never looked more beautiful. Her face is cleared of makeup and her feet are the size of, well, footballs, but I can't help but love seeing her like this.

"Sorry. You're just so beautiful." I whisper slowly.

Clary giggles even more. "So, Mr. Wayland, I believe you have a question to answer." She accuses.

"Oh, right. Well, Clary, I'm going to take my wife to bed and wake up next to her every day for the rest of our lives. But we'll go to Disney World when Berlin is old enough." I answer as I wrap my arms around Clare.

She sighs contently. "I love you." She murmurs.

I hum in reply and we sit there basking in the quietness. But it doesn't last long. "Mom! Dad!" a shrill voice rings throughout the Wayland household.

I open our door and am nearly thrown back as a blur of red and another of gold rush into the room.

The boys are talking animatedly to Clary. It's a picture perfect moment. My pregnant wife tangled in white sheets and a fluffy duvet as the Sunday morning light pours into the bay windows. She's joined by two young smiling kids, one nestled in her side like he's done for the past eight years, the five year old retelling his dreams. I just prayed that these moments would happen often with little time between.

Jansen had always been the imaginative one, but lately he'd gotten beat out of the spotlight by Austin. But one thing about Jansen that would never change is the bond he shares with Clary. Sure, he looks up to me, but I know if he had to choose between us, Momma would always win.

Austin was a different story. Every morning he would sit in the kitchen and wait for me to make myself a coffee and a hot chocolate for him. And when I'd come home from practice and slouch on the couch, my legs crossed on the coffee table, Austin would be right there beside me.

My eyes shift to Clary's protrusion. I don't know who Berlin will grow up to be, but I'm sure we'll be proud of whatever she decides to do. She could be a daddy's girl or mommy's best friend. I just hope she'll be willing to share Clary with me.

Finally my eyes meet Clary's knowing ones. She smiles widely at me and pats the bed on the other side of her.

I grin and join my wife on the bed for Sunday morning story time.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.