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Summary: Cradling him closer, pride swelled within her body, causing little tears of joy and fulfilment to fall gently from her bloodshot eyes. He was small but he was there; he was alive. A child born of both Warlock and Nephilim blood. Will caught Tessa's eye from the other side of the room and almost dared to smile.

One final push and Tessa could feel the relief send ripples through her weakened body. Drenched in sweat, she let out one final wail and a lingering breath. As if on cue, the room fell silent as her child's first cry broke from its tiny, shrivelled body. The hired nurse got to work, with Sophie on her side, determined that she would be helping in some way or manner. After only a few seconds of work, Sophie scooped the baby up into her gloved hands, biting her lip to hide a small smile.

"Oh, Miss! It's...it's a little boy!" Sophie's face broke into a full smile, allowing her voice to crack with excitement at the end of her sentence. Charlotte rose quickly and moved beside Sophie, with an equally delighted look upon her face.

"Look at him!" Charlotte exclaimed, peering in for a closer look. She took the child from Sophie carefully and presented him to Tessa. Sophie rushed off, wishing to be the first to inform Jem.

As Tessa took her child into her arms, she marvelled at him; her baby, in all of his glory. Cradling him closer, pride swelled within her body, causing little tears of joy and fulfilment to fall gently from her bloodshot eyes. He was small but he was there; he was alive. A child born of both Warlock and Nephilim blood. As a tear fell from her eye down her cheek, she recalled those who stared at her dubiously, as she sat before them, her swollen body letting everything be known about her current state of health. No one believed she could even hold a child within her for the required nine months. No one would believe that she could give life to that very same child and be called infertile.

She brought her son's shrivelled head up to her own and smiled lovingly as he twisted gently in her grasp. She brought him up to her eye level and placed a soft kiss on his head.

"He's beautiful." She whispered, to herself really but Charlotte nodded along with her.

"Oh, it's a miracle, Tessa!" Charlotte smiled brightly and clasped her shaking hands together. It was then that Tessa realised that Charlotte had obviously been doubtful as to whether mother and child would both succeed in living. Tessa yet again felt proud of both herself and her newly-born son. Both strong enough to defy the facts of their blood.

"He's strong," Tessa whispered, rocking him gently to and fro.

"He's got a fair pair of lungs on him anyway." Charlotte gave a little laugh but was interrupted as the door of the infirmary swung open and Jem rushed to Tessa side, in awe of what she was cradling.

He pulled a chair over to her bedside, unable to remove his eyes from his son. Weak as he was these days, Tessa took a moment to delight in the light that shone through his eyes. The look he was giving to his son, and to her at second intervals, was filled with strength and pride in both of them. He pulled closer to them and Charlotte couldn't help but smile as the family of three gazed at one another.

They were interrupted in their moment of light by the second opening of the door. It swung on its hinges and smacked off the other side of the bare wall. Everyone turned as Will Herondale stepped into the dim-lighting of the infirmary, Sophie, behind him, with a look of pure annoyance on her face.

Will caught Tessa's eye from the other side of the room and almost dared to smile.

Tessa's face immediately went red and she took haste at handing her child to Jem and pulling down the skirts of nightdress which had been pulled up around her waist.

"Well, where's my Godchild?" Will strode towards them, a grin playing on his face.

"Godchild?" Jem asked, with humour.

Will looked taken aback.

"You have found someone else then? Who better than me, to show them the ways of life?" By then, he had reached the other side of Tessa's bed and was craning his neck to see the baby.

"His parents, perhaps?" Tessa spoke softly, almost as though she was mindful of her son but Will knew by her voice that she was feeling uncomfortable.

"A boy?" He asked, turning the question to Jem, who held the baby as though he was worth his weight in gold.

"Yes!" Jem's voice betrayed all of the feelings of excitement within him with one, simple word.

"He looks strong." Will mentioned to himself.

Sophie looked incredulous.

"I'm not certain it is entirely proper for Miss. Tessa to be seen so quickly after the birthing. It was traumatic..."

Before Tessa could interject, Will looked down at her beneath him, with an expressionless face.

"Tessa's made of stronger stuff than that, you can be sure," he turned back to Sophie, "and what, might I ask, strikes you as proper about me anyway?" He chuckled and moved towards Jem, with intentions of holding the child.

"Come here, little warrior!" Will spoke playfully as he bounced the child in his arms. He looked happy but Tessa wondered if she might be the only one who could see his hands shaking lightly as he held the boy in his hands.

Jem gazed at Tessa for a minute and indicated to Will, who was pre-occupied with the child. A question's answer was clear in his eyes and Tessa nodded, giving her consent. Knowing that she was the only soul to see the depths of Will Herondale's heart, her mind told her that no one would care for her child as much as he would. No one would feel the need to protect him as much as he would, not even Jem. Jem gave her a warm smile and turned his attention to his parabatai.

Jem cleared his throat.

"Will, I..."

But Will looked temporarily dismayed. Charloote rushed to his side, staring at the child. Her eyes opened widely as she stared.

"His eyes...open." Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip. Tessa wondered how long it would take for a child's eyes to fully open. Not this little amount of time surely? Then again, reason spoke to her. Nephilim blood is stronger and a child of the Nephilim would almost certain grow faster than a human child could.

"May I?" She asked, holding her arms out, wishing to look at her child.

Will looked at her, words catching in his throat as he handed to child over to his mother.

Tessa looked at her child and her heart seemed to betray her. No silver eyes sparkled at her like his father's did. No gray eyes stared at her inquisitively like her own. A pair of eyes stared at her, true enough. Eyes that seemed almost serene, angelical. Eyes that glistened like the deepest depths of the ocean. She gazed up at Will, who stared back, blue eyes flaring. She looked back to take in the colour of her child's eyes again.

Eyes as blue as his father's.