Jocelyn's POV

The first thing I felt before I woke up was Valentine's fingers tracing circles over my bare hip. Funny, I didn't remember going to bed naked. I smiled sleepily, rolling over to find Valentine wide awake, watching me. He gave me a full, lingering kiss, just to make sure I was awake. I moaned, satisfied as his hand slid over my stomach.

When he pulled away, I buried my nose against his chest. "What was that for?" I asked, wanting to go back to sleep but Valentine's wandering hands, seeking very inappropriate places for this early in the morning, kept me from falling back to sleep.

"Because you're beautiful, and we haven't gotten much time together lately," he said, not sounding like he had a point but I didn't mind his hands feathering over my skin.

"That would be because we have two children Val," I whispered.

"Well, the Lightwood-Waylands have lots of kids. And I heard Seraphina and Jonathan asking for a sleepover. So, being the brilliant man that I am, I thought, why don't we let them have a sleepover there and you and I can stay here, alone, all night."

I sighed, slipping my arms around his waist. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," I whispered against his neck. His hands slid into my sleep shorts that Val had pulled down to bare my hips, and his fingers touched my core.

I gasped and shot out of bed, pulling my shorts up. "It's too early for that," I chided, finding my shirt had been stripped from me in the night. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest.

Val laughed. "We've been married for the Angel knows how long Jocie, and yet you still have a sense of modesty around me."

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't want to spoil your appetite before the main course would you?" I questioned teasingly, finding my shirt and slipping it on over my head.

"No, I suppose not," he murmured, though he seemed somewhat disappointed that he didn't get to make a morning snack out of me. He slid from the bed, revealing his lovely black boxers riding low on his toned, narrow hips. His broad chest was a muscled expanse of pale skin, conjuring up some very naughty thoughts that I intended to act upon tonight.

"I'll go tell the kids we're shipping them off then," I say, pulling a sweater over my shirt, hiding my pert nipples. I was almost to the door when I was captured, pulled back against Val's warm chest.

"We might never pick them up depending on how good tonight goes," he whispered in my ear, placing his lips on my throat. He kissed me for a moment before I realized that he'd given me a hickey. I shoved him away, blushing, a hand to my neck.

"Valentine! Now everyone can see it," I complained, wiping at the bruise though I knew nothing would help it.

He dragged me close, smiling like the devil incarnate. "Good, now everyone knows you're taken and you're mine."

I thumped him on the chest before he kissed me again, taking my breath away. Finally I managed to pull away, smiling.

"Stop that," I scolded, not really meaning it. I turned and went downstairs to tell my kids to go pack.

I walked into my children's playroom, watching them play with each other. I stood quietly in the doorway, patiently waiting for them to notice me. It was so nice to see them up and laughing happily. We needed more smiles in this house. They finally noticed me and turned.

"Hi Mommy." Jonathan said.

"Hello Sweetheart. Having fun?" I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach, smiling down at them.

"Yes Mommy, but Jonathan cut my dolly's hair!" Roxanne whined. I frowned and looked over at Jonathan.

"Jonathan, you shouldn't touch your sister's things. You know that, so say you're sorry to Roxanne." I addressed my little boy, he gave me a frown in return but turned to Roxanne.

"I'm sorry Phinny. I just thought your dolly would look better that way." He pouted, kissing Roxanne on her cheek like gentleman. I smiled.

"I forgive you Jonathan." Roxanne crooned, throwing her small arms around her big brother.

"Well, now that we have that small matter settled, I want you both to come and sit with me on the sofa, because there's something I'd like to tell you."

The kids followed me over, crawling into my lap, the both of them. They were almost too big to sit in my lap but that didn't seem to matter to them. They both watched me attentively.

I wrapped my arms around the both of them. "How would the two of you like to spend the night over at Izzy and J.R.'s house?" I couldn't help the wild grin spreading across my face at the thought of what I would be doing in their absence with Valentine.

"The whole night Mommy? Would we even sleep there?" Jonathan questioned.

Before I could answer, Roxanne interjected. "But my dolly and my teddy would be so lonely Mommy, I think they'd cry!" She cried, glistening little tears pooling in her eyes. "And what about my pillow and my special blankie? They'd miss me, Mommy, I know they would!."

I almost burst out laughing at the notion, but I kept my composure, not wanting to upset my daughter. I cradled her close. "Oh Baby, we would let you take your dolly and your teddy with you Roxanne, of course you could! And even your pillow and blankie too, if you'd like."

"Thank you Mommy!" She shouted, hugging me back strongly. "But what happens if I have a bad dream?"

I smiled knowingly. "Well, then you go knock on the boys' door, and Jonathan will tuck you back in and sing you your lullaby, won't you, Jonathan?" I turned to my little boy, always protective of his sister and nodded in question.

He gave me a little smile and nodded with severe sobriety. "Yes Mommy. I will take good care of my little sister. Don't worry Phinny, I won't ever let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

I smiled and ruffled his brilliantly silver hair. "There's my good boy," I said, leaning down to kiss his little perfect cheek. "Now go pack your bags little ones, hurry up."


I smiled at Maryse, handing her Roxanne and Jonathan's bags. "So, Roxanne has her special blankie and pillow in here. Jonathan doesn't need anything except a book to put him to sleep. Roxanne likes a lullaby at bedtime. No sweets after eight, Jonathan needs, well nevermind, Jonathan doesn't really need anything but don't let him get away with anything he's not supposed to be doing…"

Maryse held up a hand to cut me off, a smile lighting her face. "I know Jocie, I think Amatis and I are well versed in taking care of children. Jonathan and Seraphina will be perfectly fine, go enjoy yourself with Valentine." She smirked and my cheeks burned. She knew what we were doing tonight and she understood the need to leave our children with someone else for the night.

I smiled gratefully, blushing at her knowledge. With how many kids she has, I didn't doubt she could have used a few nights away herself. I waved to Maryse and Amatis as she came to the door to help the very pregnant Maryse back inside. I mounted my horse beside Valentine and his stallion.

He gave me a wicked grin before saying to me, "Last one home strips first." With a shout of joy he spurred his stallion on and shot off into the rolling green hills.

I laughed and raced off after him. Soon we were home, and I had won. I strutted inside, Valentine following behind, his shoulders drooping with mock defeat but his mouth held a wicked curve to it, telling me I was in for one hell of an afternoon and night. In our bedroom, Valentine shut the door behind us. I turned to him, planting my hands on my hips.

"You lost Val, you get to strip first," I said, smiling triumphantly.

He smirked at me. "As you wish," he whispered devilishly, immediately going for his pants. He pulled them off, letting them flutter to the floor, his boxers quickly following. He popped a button on his shirt before pulling me to him by the waist. He stripped my riding pants from me.

I stopped his hands. "No, no Val. You get to strip first, you lost," I complained, running my hands under his shirt.

"Oh but I have plans for you, baby," he whispered, sinking to his knees in front of me, pulling my panties and pants along with him. My breath caught as he pressed his lips against my hip, travelling lower as his own hands stripped the shirt from his chest. Soon he was completely naked, on his knees and his hot lips sat on my skin, scant milimeters from where I was beginning to ache.

My fingers slid into his hair, tugging him closer. "Val," I breathed, leaning my head back as his rough hands, so gentle in their touch, spread my legs ever so slowly. I felt his lips ghost downward, blowing hot breath across my sensitive skin. He moaned something that I couldn't understand, his words muffled against my thigh before his lips slid that last scant inch to my core.

I cried out at the feel of his mouth, the heat pouring over me as his tongue did wicked things to me. My fingers tightened in his hair, dragging him ever closer. His hands slid around the backs of my thighs, making me unsteady as he robbed me of my sanity. His tongue licked over a sensitive spot, making my toes curl as I nearly jumped at the friction but his fingers tightened around my legs, holding me in place. His tongue delved deeper, driving me closer to the edge of perfection. I wasn't sure if I begged at one point, which was odd because he was the one on his knees, but I felt the rush of pleasure, sweeping over me and crushing any other chance at rational thought.

His hands spread my legs further, allowing him a better vantage point. I cried out as I felt his small amount of stubble scrape over my tender core. "Valentine, hurry. Hurry!" I said hoarsely, desperately. He only took a firmer hold of my thighs, pushing me forward, towards him, his mouth.

I looked down his stark naked body, a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through me at the sight of his erection. I groaned as his tongue dipped into me, adding kindling to raging inferno inside my body. I was chanting his name, the shirt over my breasts stained with sweat as my hands slid to his shoulders, his rock hard, bare shoulders, as bare as the rest of him. My legs were losing the ability to hold myself upright the further Val pushed me. I had to lean on his shoulders, my body curved over his kneeling one.

It was a moment or two later that my orgasm slammed into me, causing me to jerk with the intensity of it but Valentine held me to him, refusing to allow me freedom as my body shuddered with the pleasure he brought on. His mouth pulled away, fading into the background as my climax rocked the earth beneath me. His lips, burning hot and moist, pressed against my flat stomach, teeth nipping and teasing.

I collapsed then, unable to stand any longer as Val caught me in his arms, placing me on the bed as I panted, my breasts heaving. His eyes seemed to watch the movement with rapt interest as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants that accentuated the narrowness of his waist, the definition of his stomach muscles, rigid where mine was flat.

He came over to the bed, grinning like he'd just won the Olympics, and scooped me up in his arms. Sometimes it amazed me how he was still able to pick me up, but when he did it made me feel feminine and beautiful, womanly when other times, when I was fighting, I felt more… harsh, something a woman isn't. But Valentine always told me that I looked like a dancer when I fought, fluid and stunning. I knew a woman didn't need to be feminine to attract a partner but it was something I liked to feel, and Val gave me that every time he looked at me.

"I say," he began. "Since the kids are away, we pull out the brandy and do body shots," he suggested wickedly.

I giggled breathlessly, still recovering from my climax. I was aware that my bottom half was bare where his was covered. I didn't really care as I nodded my head vigorously. He smiled and carried me downstairs, dropping me on the couch with a cry of shock from me. He went to retrieve the brandy when a knock came from the door. Val was still in the kitchen when the knock came again. I sighed and wrapped a blanket around my waist, seeing as Val left my pants up stairs.

Opening the door, I find Lucian standing there, a smile on his face. "Hey Jocie," Lucian's deep voice rang through my ears. I loved my best friend but sometimes he had the worst timing. "I thought since we haven't seen each other in a while, as well as Val, that we could all go out or something. Or stay in because of the kids. Whichever."

I hear Valentine come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, brandy bottle in hand.

"Hello Lucian," Valentine's clear, masculine voice wrapped around me from behind and I had to repress a shudder. "Would you like to come in, we were just going to have some brandy?"

I could hear the slight twinge of disappointment in Valentine's voice but he wasn't going to turn away his lonely parabatai, nor was I going to turn away my friend. We stepped back and he entered with a smile.

Soon we were all sitting on the couch, me in Valentine's lap, my bottom half still completely naked except for the blanket, and Lucian beside us. At first we sat together, drinking from shot glasses, Valentine being adventurous as his hands began to wander beneath the blanket. I swatted him away until I'd had two more shots of brandy, then I let his hands tease and caress. Val, his hand buried between my legs, dared Lucian to let us drink body shots off him.

Lucian grinned like an idiot and immediately pulled his shirt over his head, revealing hard muscle roping his lean body. Val's hand tightened on my core, pushing a moan out from my lips. It drew Lucian's gaze to my mouth, even as he lay down on the coffee table.

"Drink me up baby," Lucian said, meaning to sound enthusiastic but it came out hoarse, his eyes still focused on my mouth. Valentine growled, almost inaudibly as he set me gently on the floor, taking up the brandy bottle and pouring some in his naval. Val got on his knees beside me, dipping his head to sip brandy off Lucian. I laughed a little, watching Lucian arch his back into Val's mouth.

Many more body shots later for Val and he was leaning against my back, hands sliding up the front of my shirt while my mouth worked on Lucian's naval, drawing out the burning brandy into my throat. I moaned against Lucian's stomach as Val fondled me, distracting me from pouring another shot. It went on like that for a while.

At this point, we were drunk enough to get stiff, conservative Valentine to lay on the coffee table, both Lucian and I drinking off him. I was kneeling by the coffee table, my shirt just long enough to cover my bum as I drank shots of brandy from Val's naval. Val dared Lucian to have a body shot since Val had some off Lucian. So Lucian shrugged, laughing drunkenly as I indulged myself in Valentine's hard stomach, and poured a shot of brandy in the hollow of Val's throat.

I heard Val moan as Lucian drank the brandy from his neck. I raised my head at the sound, watching Lucian. The brandy was all gone and now he was only sucking on my husband's throat. For some odd reason, my cheeks didn't flame in embarrassment but my body leapt into flames, fiercely aroused as my best friend suckled the neck of my husband. I watched Val's hands slide into Lucian's hair, holding him to his throat while his other hand circled my wrist resting atop his stomach.

Glancing down at Val's pants, I could see he was hard, I was completely turned on and we were all drunk. Valentine tugged me up to his mouth, fingers twisting in my hair to force my lips to his. I immediately melted against him, one hand sliding into Val's hair, the other into Lucian's brown curls.

I felt Lucian raise his head as my fingers tugged on his chocolate locks. My lips were completely preoccupied with Val's but I felt Lucian, kneeling beside me, circle his arms around my waist, his lips occupying my neck, licking and tugging. Valentine was laughing quietly as he rolled off the table, taking both Lucian and me down to the floor. Half naked, Val lay across the two of us. All of us were laughing, even as Valentine stood, surprisingly steady for a drunk man as he pulled Lucian and me upstairs to the bedroom.

Being smaller than the two men, I couldn't hold as much alcohol as them, so after much stumbling on my part, while Lucian and Val were completely upright, Val picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Then I was on our bed, the two men kneeling over me, on either side of me. Lucian was down to his boxers, Val in his sweatpants. I was breathless from giggling but I was cut short when Lucian leaned in and kissed my husband, full on the lips, and I liked it.

Liked watching as Val pushed back, wrapping his hand around the nape of his neck. Liked as Lucian moaned, liked as Val's hand slid to the waistband of Lucian's boxers, tugging them down. Lucian pulled away to tug them the rest of the way off and Val turned his attentions to me, grinning drunkenly, but it was the most beautiful drunken smile I'd ever seen, as he leaned down to press a kiss to my stomach, shoving my shirt up my body. He took a rather intense interest in my navel, my patch of hair between my legs. Lucian took the chance, now completely naked and every bit as handsome as my husband, to lean down and tug my shirt the rest of the way off.

He was kneeling above my head, fingers buried in my hair as he leaned over my naked body and pressed his lips to mine, all the while Valentine's mouth and fingers were moving lower and lower. Lucian's lips were soft and luxurious, moving over mine, my hand clenching in his hair as Valentine's velvet mouth once again reached that hidden place between my legs. I moaned into Lucian's mouth, feeling Val's mouth and Lucian's hands sliding down my bare chest, cupping my breasts and kneading the aching skin.

The assault of touch began to become achingly intense, building my pleasure twice of fast, twice as powerful. His hands then his mouth then his mouth was just too much and I was slammed into one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever experienced. By the time Lucian pulled away, I was panting hard, sweat covering my body, Val's mouth only just pulling away from between my legs. I had to close my eyes, close out the fiery pleasure and oddly erotic threesome happening in my bed.

Valentine dragged me to him, pressing me against his side. I felt his hand sliding down my stomach, finding my throbbing center where he'd just had a pleasure spree. He slid two fingers inside of me, making me cry out in pleasure at the onslaught so soon after his rampage. I had to lean my forehead against his shoulder, riding his hand slowly as Val grabbed Lucian's shoulder and pulled him to us, pressing his lips against the other man's. I watched out of the corner of my eye, whimpers and moans escaping my lips as Val's fingers slid fluidly in and out of my dripping wet core.

I watched in veiled awe as Val's hand, gripping Lucian's shoulder, slid down to circle Lucian's erection. My best friend's whole body jerked, a deep moan sliding from his throat. Val's fingers curled inside me as his other hand curled around Lucian. I shouted into Val's shoulder as Lucian panted, his hands planting themselves against Val's chest before one slid down to Val's erection.

Val's fingers jerk inside me, making me scream. My fingers dug into Val's shoulders, clinging to him desperately as he slowly, so painfully slowly built the pressure and pleasure and fire in my gut. Lucian circled his free arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, tugging Valentine over as well so all of our collective, burning body heat coalesced in the center, making me burn even hotter, even brighter.

Lucian tugged us down onto the bed, everyone's hands on everyone else. Somehow I managed to get sandwiched in between the two men. I could feel both of their erections, one, Val's, pressing into me where he'd set a fire, the other, Lucian's pressing into my back as he writhed beneath me. Valentine gave no warning as he drove into me, making me scream. One hand of mine circled Val's neck, holding his mouth to my chest where his lips wandered and pulled and teased, eliciting all kinds of pleasurable sounds.

What drove me to total shock and the ultimate ecstasy was when Lucian drove into me from behind, drove into my behind. I let out a loud, pleasure laced scream, never having felt this before but it was amazing, feeling two men inside me, loving me, stroking me with their bodies. My pre sex orgasms from Val had only made my body insanely sensitive, open to every little movement and every little orgasmic sensation. While Val's hands held my thighs open, Lucian's were wrapped tightly around my waist, dragging me back against him so he could get the deepest penetration.

Both men earned many screams at scant little movements, filling me almost completely. Both men earned whimpers and pleas. Valentine showered attention and adoration on my breasts, my stomach even as his hips took on a frantic pace, slamming against my hips while Lucian left many a hickey on my neck, his hands slipping upwards occasionally to turn my head so he could kiss my lips.

Both men brought multiple, scream worthy orgasms. And by about my seventh one, I was begging for them to stop, I couldn't take many more. My breasts were heaving, my body ached, my skin was covered with sweat and I lost count of how many times they'd switched positions, Val on top, Lucian on bottom, Lucian on top, Val on bottom. The two men had kissed many times as well, right over my shoulder, letting me watch as their lips moved over each other's. They'd played with each other's erections in front of me, deliberately teasing me before I'd lay my hands on them and make them scream.

But now I was aching deliciously, Lucian lying over top of me, teasing himself with my body as he moved with long, slow strokes, Valentine beneath me, adding to the growing splotch of bruise on my neck and shoulder.

"Stop," I breathed. "Val, Lucian you're going to kill me. Stop, please." I begged, my hands on Lucian's hips, my back flat against Val's chest. "I can't take anymore."

Lucian and Val looked at each other over my shoulder, seeming to come to an agreement before they both drove into me harshly, ripping a scream of pure feeling from my throat. Valentine climaxed first, letting his body explode, muffling his moans against my shoulder. Lucian was last, orgasming hard, his nose buried in my chest, hot breath flowing over my breasts. Both men withdrew from me, Lucian dropping to the side while Val, rolled me off him, as I was too weak to move. I lay, quiet and utterly spent between the two men, wondering why we hadn't done this before.

Val's hand slid into mine, Lucian rolling over to rest his head against my chest. A blanket was pulled out of nowhere, covering all three of our sweaty bodies. I turned my body into Valentine, letting Lucian wrap his arms around my waist, pressing his own body against my back. Val draped his arm over the two of us before we all fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.


Val, Lucian and I had a very hard time getting up in the morning. Not because we had hangovers, we had runes for that, but because we all woke up sober. We all woke up in a sleepy heap, everyone touching everything. And we were all sort of shocked, but somehow we ended up kissing again, sober and willing. Then there was touching, caressing, setting bodies aflame. Then there was pleasure and shouts and screaming. We all ended up making Val and I late to pick up the kids.

I eventually had to shove Lucian away from me where his lips had wandered, in turn shoving Val off, who was doing naughty things to Lucian.

"You've made me late you devils," I panted, crawling from the bed but I felt hands circle my ankles. I looked back to find each man holding one of my ankles. Damn them. They tugged me back, pulling me beneath them as they leaned over me, laying kisses and nips all over my body. "Stop, you're going to leave marks," I hissed, but couldn't help but writhe beneath the onslaught.

"Too late," they both murmured at the same time, their mouths against my skin.

"Okay, that's enough," I said, shoving them off with effort. I jumped away from them before I could become a captive once more and quickly dress.

Valentine groaned. "Baby, where are you going?"

I scowled at my husband and my best friend, both enticingly naked but I resisted the temptation. "To pick up our children maybe? Seeing as we're two hours late. I'm surprised Maryse and Amatis haven't sent us a message yet."

I heard Val sigh before he rolled out of bed. I stood in the doorway, arms crossed as I waited for Val to dress. If he didn't hurry, I would leave without him. But Val took his sweet time, once he was dressed he leaned over the still naked Lucian on the bed, planting a long, lingering kiss that made me jealous on Lucian's lips.

"We should do this again sometime, Lucian. You weren't half bad," Val whispered, loud enough for me to hear before walking over to me. He swept me up in his arms and gave me a fiery kiss that put the one he'd given Lucian to shame. "I still love you the most baby," he whispered before walking with me down the stairs and out to the horses to go pick up our children.


We arrived at the Lightwood-Wayland's to find a war zone. Toys everywhere, screams and shouts filling the hallways, brightly colored handprints decorating the walls. But Maryse looked content within the chaos. I was utterly horrified, never had I seen such mess, Val and I had never tolerated this kind of… of disorder.

I saw my children, the blond one had his hair streaked with blue finger paint, as though he'd been trying to color it, and the red headed one's cheeks were lined with pink war paint as she ran yelling down the hall after the boys, brandishing her shaved doll as a weapon. They, all six of the children, run screaming past us, apparently not noticing the two tall, imposing Shadowhunters and Valentine.

The next lap around, Jonathan and Roxanne pulled up short, the other children crashing into them in a comical heap as they all fell to the floor.

"Momma," Roxanne said from the bottom of the pile. I reached down to pull her out of the rubble of children and Valentine pulled out Jonathan. The rest of the rugrats righted themselves, smiling hugely at us.

"You're late," Jonathan said.

I turned to him with a scowl. "Don't be petulant Jonathan, you seemed to not mind our tardiness in the least from what I saw."

"Your mother is right Jonathan. Just be grateful we came to get you at all," Valentine said though his smile belied the seriousness of his words.

Jonathan looked to me regretfully. "Sorry Mommy," he said, hanging his blue streaked head. I smiled, taking my kids' bags from where Amatis had retrieved them.

"That's alright Jonathan. I forgive you." I turn to Amatis, standing beside Maryse. "Thank you so much for taking care of them. Val and I didn't realize we were going to be running late. We got… distracted."

Amatis waved a dismissive hand, a smile creasing her lips. "No problem Jocie, every parent needs a day off every once in a while. They actually weren't too much trouble up until about an hour ago. Then they went all World War III, attack of the hemospectrum on us."

I laughed a little before I heard my six year old's voice. "Momma, why do you have a bruise on your neck? Why does Daddy have one on his chin?"

I look over at Val, who seems almost as flustered as me. But Amatis and Maryse burst out laughing, Amatis bending double and Maryse looking like she was about to burst. My cheeks flamed and if I wasn't mistaken, so did Val's.

Val and I gave nervous laughs, saying farewell to Amatis and Maryse, as well as the kids and Michael and Robert, who looked as though they'd just rolled out of bed. As we rode back to Morgenstern Manor, our kids on the backs of our horses, Val and I caught the other's eye. We smiled knowingly at each other. Oh yes, last night was definitely going to be a repeat.

Roxanne's POV

Momma came down the stairs one day and into the playroom. She stood in the doorway and waited until she had our full attention. Something she always did because it was supposed to increase our awareness of our surroundings. It only took us a few moments to notice her there, and as always, we set our toys down and turned to face her.

"Hi Mommy." Jonathan said.

"Hello Sweetheart. Having fun?" She smiled warmly at us.

"Yes Mommy, but Jonathan cut my dolly's hair!" I whined. Not intentionally trying to get him in trouble but upset that my dolly now looked like a boy.

"Jonathan, you shouldn't touch your sister's things. You know that, so say you're sorry to Roxanne." She told him sternly.

"I'm sorry Phinny. I just thought your dolly would look better that way." He pouted, kissing me on the cheek like a little gentleman.

"I forgive you Jonathan." I smiled, happily throwing my arms around him.

"Well, now that we have that small matter settled, I want you both to come and sit with me on the sofa, because there's something I'd like to tell you.

We did as she asked and crawled up into her lap which was hardly big enough for the both of us anymore, but that never stopped us from trying. We waited, listening intently to hear what she had to say.

"How would the two of you like to spend the night over at Izzy and J.R.'s house?" She smiled cheerfully.

"The whole night Mommy? Would we even sleep there?" Jonathan asked.

I remember panicking a bit at the suggestion that we would be sleeping away from home. "But my dolly and my teddy would be so lonely Mommy, I think they'd cry!" I said, tearing up a little myself at the prospect. "And what about my pillow and my special blankie? They'd miss me, Mommy, I know they would!."

I could tell she was trying to keep a straight face and be serious, though looking back now, I'm sure she wanted to laugh. "Oh Baby, we would let you take your dolly and your teddy with you Roxanne, of course you could! And even your pillow and blankie too, if you'd like."

"Thank you Mommy!" I said, hugging her. "But what happens if I have a bad dream?"

She smiled knowingly. "Well, then you go knock on the boys door, and Jonathan will tuck you back in and sing you your lullabye, won't you, Jonathan?" She turned to my brother and gave a discreet little nod.

He smiled and nodded with grave importance. "Yes Mommy. I will take good care of my little sister. Don't worry Phinny, I won't ever let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

"There's a good boy, Jonathan." She smiled. "Now go pack your bags little ones, hurry up."


"Hi Izzy!" I exclaimed, running over to my best friend and giving her a big hug.

"Hi Roxy!" She squealed, hugging me back.

"I brought my dolly and my teddy to sleep over too! We're gonna have so much fun!" I grinned, showing off my stuffed friends to her.

"Great! Your friends can play with my friends then. Oh, but we have to play with my little sister too, or else my moms are gonna be mad, okay?" She smiled, hoping this piece of news wasn't a deal breaker.

"No, that's fine Izzy. I don't mind Ami one bit. She's sweet and she's nice, even if she is a bit younger than us, so that's okay." I grinned, not worried in the least.

"Thanks Roxy. Sorry I'm stuck with her. Mommy says Ami's not gonna be the baby anymore once Max is born and that since she's gonna be a big girl, we have to start treating her like one. But the way I see it, she's still the baby." Izzy laughed.

Just then, J.R. came running by and swiped my dolly right out of my hands. "Hey!" I cried. "That's mine, give her back!" I pouted, crossing my arms exaggeratedly, but he didn't give her back.

"Come on, Seraphina. I just want to look at her. Jonathan said he cut her hair, so I wanted to see what it looks like. Maybe I should give Izzy's doll a trim too. She's pretty shaggy!" He laughed, holding my doll up like a hostage as I tried desperately to reclaim her. He was good at playing keep away though, and my efforts were futile. Especially since he was taller than I was and his arms were longer.

"No fair J.R.! I just want my dolly back, please?" I begged, starting to get teary eyed.

"No! Don't do that, don't cry! I'll give her back in a minute when I'm done looking at her. Sheesh!" He huffed, and continued examining my doll. I couldn't help it any longer, the tears poured freely down my face and were accompanied by my attention grabbing wail that always worked so well whenever Jonathan had wronged me at home.

Jonathan heard me crying and came running over. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER?" he yelled fiercely at J.R. who in turn looked frightened but stood his ground.

"I only took her doll. I just wanted to see the haircut you told me about, that's all. Your sister just doesn't share well." He frowned.

"She knows how to share just fine, don't you Phinny? You probably just snatched it out of her hands and didn't ask permission." He said assuredly. "Here watch. Phinny, Sweety, may I please hold your dolly for a few minutes? I promise I'll give it right back when I'm done and I won't hurt her." He smiled.

"Sure Jonathan. We can play that you're my dolly's Daddy and I'm the Mommy, so it's fine if you hold her." I grinned proudly, pleased to be shown in such a reasonable light.

J.R. scoffed at that. "Jonathan can't be the Daddy if you're the Mommy. He's your brother, Seraphina! You should let me be the Daddy. I'll take good care of her and I won't cut her hair." He said smugly.

"No, I want Jonathan to be the Daddy. Jonathan is always the Daddy to my dollies. And it doesn't matter that he's my brother, that makes it even better." I smiled, turning to look at Jonathan.

"But Mommy's and Daddy's are supposed to be married. I sure as Raziel never want to marry either of my sisters!" He huffed.

"Yeah, but my sister is special." Jonathan said, defending my honor.

"There's nothing wrong with Izzy or Ami, J.R.! 'sides if you don't wanna marry them who do you want to marry?" I questioned. After all, it was my two best friends that he was saying weren't good enough.

"I dunno. Maybe I wanna marry you!" He said just to irritate me.

"Well what if I want to marry Jonathan?" I asked, trying to be difficult right back at him.

"That's fine. It's okay to marry more than one. My parents done it." He smiled.

"Well, that's a long way out. But if you wanna marry me, maybe you better stop stealing my toys don't you think?" I frowned.

He grinned widely, "Maybe. But can I at least steal your brother back? We never finished our game. We were hunting demons in the bushes. Want to play?"

"No thank you. I'm pretty good at playing Shadowhunter, but my baby needs a nap. So you boys go have fun and I'm going to put Sally to sleep." I nodded before turning around to head over to the dolly nursery. Before I got too far, I felt Jonathan tap me on the shoulder.

"Yes Brother, what can I do for you?" I asked politely.

"If I'm gonna be the Daddy, Phinny, can her name be something other than Sally please?" He said softly.

I smiled. "Sure Jonathan, what name would you like?" I asked.

He thought for a moment before responding. "Starlight, I think. Starlight Valkyrie Morgenstern." He beamed. I smiled too. We were studying Norse Mythology and the Valkyries sounded so majestic.

"That's beautiful, Jonathan. When we have a real daughter, may we name her that?" I pleaded.

He ran his hand over my hair and kissed my forehead. "Sure Phinny, whatever you like." And he took off running to catch up to J.R.


Jonathan and I were running around the next morning, having fun with the Lightwood-Wayland children, when we spotted Mommy and Daddy and came to a screeching halt. We stopped so quickly, the other kids crashed into us and we all ended up in a pile on the floor. I swear J.R. landed on me on purpose. Although he still claims he didn't.

"Momma," I said, looking up at her through Isabelle's hair, which was in my face. She helped me up at the same time as Daddy got Jonathan out as well

Jonathan said,"You're late." and then Mother and Father scolded him for being ungrateful, so he apologized.

Then our parents thanked the Lightwood-Waylands and apologized for being late. But Amatis said we were well behaved children and not to worry about it.

Jonathan was lost in thought, looking at something and I didn't notice what right away, when I did, my eyes bugged out with worry. I asked, "Momma, why do you have a bruise on your neck? Why does Daddy have one on his chin?" I heard Maryse and Amatis begin to laugh hysterically and Mom and Dad turned fifty shades of red.

After that we said goodbye to our friends and Izzy and I cried to be leaving each other. Jonathan had to drag me away. We waved to them as Mom and Dad helped us up on their horses, knowing we would see our friends again soon but probably not soon enough for our impatient young concept of time.