Hey, guys! Alright, this is the new Pressing Play that I promised was coming, quite a while ago! I've finally got it up! Hope you guys enjoy :)

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A : All Of Me - John Legend
Requested by Juls2820, xTheMorningStarx and bunnyoruga

My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh oh

Jace Herondale chewed down on the end of the pencil that he had been scribbling with for hours now. He had lost track of how many hours he had been sitting in the large room, although the sun was already beginning to sink in the sky, so it was probably late afternoon now. The sun was filling the room, the wooden floors a rich mahogany and the high ceiling a glowing golden. There were book cases overflowing with music books at one end of the room, and a long table along another side, with pencils and pens and books half filled with lyrics and unfinished piano music.

He pulled the pencil out of his mouth, scribbling a few more notes down on the paper and then tossing the pencil down on the music rack of the classic grand piano that was one of loves of his life. His fingers glided over the ivory keys of the piano, the music lilting, filling the room and making him smile. The few more bars that he had written in sounded good—the sounded close to perfect with the lyrics that he had written earlier.

"How many times do I have to tell you...Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too," Jace's eyes drifted over to a picture that was framed on top of the black piano. He pursed his lips together, his fingers running over a few more keys, wincing as he hit a note that didn't sound quite right. He started again, taking it from the beginning of the second verse that he had just started constructing. This time through, the music flowed and he began singing softly, under his breath, the words tattooed into his brain after the amount of times that he had gone over them today, tweaking the words in the verses until it flowed. "You're my downfall, you're my muse...My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues," a gentle smile spread across his face, happy with the way that the verse finally sounded.

The song had been started two days ago, and he had slowly been piecing things together. Sometimes it happened like that; Jace heard the music in his head and the lyrics were filling his heart, and they all became this mess as he tried to get it all onto paper. Other times it was a struggle, and he didn't really know how to make heads or tails or even where to start with a song. This time, it had been one that he been writing easily, his mind jumping between the verses and the bridge and the chorus, and he almost had it all together.

There was loud laughing, and Jace's head turned toward the glass wall that was facing the back yard of their sprawling Los Angeles home. There was a small row of windows along the top of the glass walls which were open, and he could hear the sound of laughing travelling over the late afternoon breeze. His fingers dropped from the ivory keys, getting up from the piano seat and walking over to the windows.

Carter and Natasha Herondale—his seven year old twins. They had blonde hair that just got more and more golden, the closer they got to summer, and matching glowing green eyes.

He was only twenty-six years old, his high school girlfriend had gotten pregnant in their last year of high school, and his promising career that he had worked for his whole life—his music, his piano playing, his singing, his song writing—felt a though it was all going to be flushed down the drain. He had gotten into Julliard early admission, and his teachers all said that he had a promising career in front of him, but with his girlfriend pregnant, he considered dropping out. His parents had been furious, threatened to cut him off if he didn't have her 'take care of it', but he couldn't ask that of her—couldn't face that himself.

In the end, his grandmother, Imogen Herondale, had intervened. She had told the young expecting parents to move in with her, and had helped out as much as she could. Carter and Natasha had been born happy and healthy, Jace had finished his schooling, he had now released two successful albums, and more importantly he could provide for his family, and they were still happy and healthy.

Jace moved back to his piano, not bothering to sit down as he picked up his pencil and tattered notebook, scribbling down a few more lines. He was humming, the final part of the song feeling as though it was coming together.

"Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts. Risking it all, though it's hard," Jace was too swept up in the song, moving to stand in front of the piano to run one hand over the keys in the final chorus. He was so wrapped up in the song, at the final piece of the song coming together that he didn't hear tentative footsteps on the wooden floors in the hallway outside the room, or the heavier footsteps behind them. "Cause all of me, loves all of you...All your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections..." there was quiet giggling, and Jace's fingers faltered over the keys, looking toward the open door of the room.

"Sounds like your daddy has another winner on his hands," Clarissa Herondale murmured, a proud, intimate smile on her face as she looked up from their youngest child, nine month old Jocelyn Herondale. Jocelyn was just learning to walk, and she was gripping firmly to Clary's fingers and there was a wide, gummy smile on her face as she looked up at her daddy. They approached Jace, taking it at Jocelyn's pace, one little foot in front of the other, a bit hesitant, holding on tightly to Clary's hands that were on either side of her, her mother bent forward so that she could support her daughter.

Jace's eyes drifted up from his daughter to Clary. She had been his best friend since he was seven, his girlfriend since he was sixteen, and his wife since he was twenty-three. She was the most loving, caring, strong person he knew, and she stood by his side through everything, even when they were broke, and she was pregnant, and it looked as though everything was going to fall apart around them. She believed in him steadfastly, she was an incredible mother, and she was his inspiration every single day to be the best person—and most importantly, the best father—that he could be.

"Dadda," Jocelyn gurgled, and Jace grinned reaching down to pick up Jocelyn, Clary moving to stand beside Jace, taking his notebook out of his hands.

"You're my end and my beginning. Even when I loose I'm winning," she read, her smile stretching across her face. "It sounds beautiful." Jace slipped the arm that wasn't holding Jocelyn around Clary's shoulders, tucking her in tightly against his side. He could hear loud footsteps and happy shouts as Carter and Natasha came into the house, and it sounded as though they were quickly approaching his music room.

It was everything he needed.

They were everything he ever needed.

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