Holy Angel, Shadow hunter meetings were boring. Alec leaned back in the straight-backed chair and mused on what would happen if he asked for a bent one. After all, it would fit him better.
He tipped his head back, staring at the painting mural on the ceiling. There was a little cherub painted on that looked almost exactly like James, his and Magnus' son. They had used bone marrow to make a child, which defied the whole warlocks-must-not-have-kids thing. He had ended up with amber eyes like Magnus and Alec's hair. He was just learning to speak at age 1. Which was pretty good.
And Magnus, holy flip, Magnus was amazing; he was calm and collected some of the time or a hyper five-year-old.
But Alec still loved him, and he wouldn't want him any other way.
His gaze was still fixed on the cherub, but not really looking at him.
It was only five minutes later, when Alec realised that it was moving. And not naked, like the others. He was wearing a black-grey long-sleeved sweatshirt with a grey hood and baggy pale-brown trousers.
The little child looked down at Alec with a cheeky smile that tugged at the corners of his amber eyes.
With a cry of "Dada!" James fell from the ceiling straight onto Alec's lap.
All the other Shadow hunters stopped their conversations and stared at the two-year-old now sitting on Alec's lap.
Alec smiled awkwardly at them and ruffled his little warlocks hair.
'Damnit Magnus' he muttered as everyone turned around again.
'I knew it would be a bad idea to teach him to make Portals...'