I'm waiting for my husband, Alec Lightwood. He was elected Consul a few weeks ago, and he's always busy. Today, when he comes home, he's really quiet. "Alec?" I say, "Are you okay?" He sniffed. I realized he was quietly crying. "Alexander, what's wrong?" He collapses into me. "I'm just not sure if I can do this. I'm not sure if anyone in the Clave likes me, and I'm really tired all the time. I just…" I kiss him gently.
"Alexander, you are the strongest man I know. You can do anything you can set your mind to. I know it. And those bodoh in the Clave don't know you the way the people who do support you. That is why they dislike you." Alec smiles, but he's still crying. I suddenly hear little feet. "The hell-born brat!" I mutter. Alec smiles, and so do I, happy that he remembers the day we got Rafe, and the first time Alec heard me call him that. "Daddy?" Max calls quietly. "I had a bad dream." Alec scoops him up.
"Tell me about it, Bluebird." I say. He launches into a detailed explanation of his dream, but I'm not really listening. I'm looking at Alec, who is wiping his eyes. When Max is finally done, I say: "Max, Daddy had a bad dream too. How about you go get your brother, and we can comfort Daddy."
"Magnus, no. If Rafe is sleeping-" I cut him off.
"Go ahead, Max." And he ran off. Two minutes later he comes back, chattering animatedly about his dream to Rafe, who is yawning and rubbing his eyes. They climb into bed with us, and within minutes they are snoring. Well, Max is. Rafe is breathing quietly. Alec leans over the kids and kisses me gently. We stay up talking until Alec says he's tired. And then he lays back, and is silent for a few minutes. "Magnus?" Alec asks, sounding pitiful.
"Yes, Alexander?" I inquire, knowing what it will be.
"I can't sleep. Will you help?" I nod in the dark, , and blue light streams through my fingers. Within seconds, Alec is snoring. I lay awake in the dark for a few more minutes, pondering how to help him. When I'm satisfied with my plan, I go to sleep. The next morning, I wake up before Alec, as I planned to, and make him breakfast. I also slide a coffee cup into his bag along with his seraph blades, witchlights, and other weapons. When he wakes up, the food is still hot (but not without a little help), and I have gear laid out for him. He kisses me, and sighs when I pull him close, like I would before he was elected Consul. Before he was gone before I woke up. "Have a great day at work, Alexander." I whisper in his ear. His head lifts slowly off my shoulder, like he doesn't want to, and I know he doesn't. He dresses quickly, slides his bag on his shoulder, and kisses me as he walks out the door. I hear him mutter to himself: "I wish I had time for some coffee." And so I text him hey, look in ur bag. And I can practically hear him open the bag. I do hear him laugh, though, and I twiddle my thumbs so that the coffee cup fills up. Throughout the day, I continue to fill the cup. He comes home in a better mood than any other day. He thanks me profusely with a strong kiss. I murmur "you're welcome" against his mouth.