Magnus awoke in the morning to the sound of the buzzer going off. 'I swear, if that's another bloody werewolf wanting me to turn it back...' Magnus thought as he opened his eyes and sat up with a groan. The warlock yawned and stretched before pulling back the canary yellow comforter and un-tangling his limbs from his still-sleeping husband's.
Magnus then hurried across the room to his rather large closet and pulled his silk robe from it to throw on quickly before heading to the door.
"There had better be a good reason for you to be waking me up." He said angrily into the receiver.
"Good morning to you too, Bane!" Came a cocky and sarcastic voice from the receiver, and Magnus rolled his eyes.
"What the Hell do you want, Blondie?" He asked, and he heard Jace chuckling on the other end.
"Buzz me in and I'll tell you." The blonde shadowhunter replied and Magnus sighed.
"Fine." Magnus said before buzzing him in.
The warlock then proceeded to the living room, murmuring about shadowhunters and their inability to tell time. He took a seat on the couch where he and Alec had sat the night before and didn't have to wait long until Jace entered his flat.
The Blonde man grinned made his way over to where Magnus was, sitting on the chair opposite him.
"What do you want?" Magnus asked, and Jace only shrugged.
"Nothing really, we just decided to come and visit you." Jace said, and Magnus rolled his eyes yet again.
"Wait, what do you mean be 'we'?" Magnus asked, looking over to the still-open door to his flat and not seeing anyone.
"Clary will be up soon." The blonde shadowhunter explained and Magnus nodded.
"Hey Jace. What are you doing here?" Alec asked, coming into the room dressed in only his pajama pants; his hair still sticking up, and pillow marks on his cheek.
"Just came to visit." Jace said, and Alec smiled, although the expression turned into a slight wince as he sat down on the couch beside his husband. "You okay, man?" Jace asked.
"Yeah, I'm just sore." Alec said, glancing up at Magnus and blushing. It took Jace a moment before he caught on.
"Ew! Come one, guys, I really do not need those mental images!" Jace said, his face twisted in disgust.
At that moment Clary entered the flat, shutting the door behind her.
"Way to be, Jace; making me climb all those stairs when you know how sore I am." Clary complained, stretching before smiling in greeting at the couple on the pink couch. "Hey, guys."
Magnus couldn't help himself, bursting into a fit of giggles, his husband being a bit more composed and managing to stifle his.
"What's going on?" Clary asked, her expression extremely confused.
"Wow, Jace, speak for yourself next time. Now I'm the one with the unwanted mental images!" Magnus said between giggles, and Alec only laughed and blushed a deeper shade of red.
"What-" Clary began to ask again, but Jace cut her off.
"Come on, babe, let's call a cab while these two get ready. We're going to Taki's!"
MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC MALEC
An hour later the four of them were seated in the restaurant, eating and talking. They were discussing topics that they wanted to last night when there were too many people to be heard over.
"How many kids do you guys want?" Magnus asked the couple, and they both shrugged in unison.
"I guess we'll see how hard it is to take care of one and decide from there." Clary said, and Magnus smiled, taking a sip of his smoothie.
"Well, if it ever gets to be too much, you can always call on us to babysit!" Magnus suggested, and Alec choked on the water he was in the process of drinking.
"Babysit? You know I really suck at babysitting! Remember the time with my cousins?" Alec asked Magnus, and the warlock grinned.
"Come on, they loved it. Cute little devils." Magnus said teasingly, remembering the time when Alec was charged with babysitting duty and had brought them over to Magnus' flat for help. Alec had managed to almost sit on the youngest, crack under pressure from the kid's changing decisions on what they wanted for lunch, and stumble through an awkward explanation when the kids caught Magnus kissing him rather...intently while they were supposed to be asleep.
Needless to say, Alec had forbidden any talk of it, and Magnus still teased him and laughed over the whole ordeal.
"They loved that they got to play with your makeup and your jewelry and mess up our room." Alec said dryly, and Magnus chuckled—there was that bit of entertainment too.
"I think you guys would make quite the team: Magnus the more entertaining and Alec the more stern one of the two. I will keep you in mind for later!" Clary said cheerfully, sharing a smile with Magnus and annoying Alec.
"I am not stern!" He said, and Magnus patted him on the shoulder.
"It's okay, babe. It's not that you're stern, it's that you are more stern than I." The warlock explained comfortingly.
"Alright." Alec huffed, and Magnus grinned and pecked him on the cheek.
"You're so cute when you're worked up." Magnus teased, and Alec's signature blush deepened.
"Oh, Magnus! I meant to ask you something." Clary said, and Magnus turned his attention from his husband to the red-head.
"Anything, darling." Magnus said, taking another sip of his smoothie.
"I was wondering if you would want to be my doctor for this whole thing. If you do this kind of stuff, that is." She asked nervously, and Magnus frowned.
"I'm honored, really, but why me? There are quite a few warlocks and even mundanes that specialize in pregnancies and the like." Magnus informed her, and Clary shrugged.
"I know that, but I just thought that since we are so close and since I trust you over some random mundane or warlock, it would be better for me to know that my kid is in good hands." Clary confessed.
"Ah, how sweet of you! Of course I will be glad to. You do know my hours, though, and that I have little patience for early wake-up calls or evenings when it's my 'Alec time'." Magnus said, pointedly glaring at Jace, who smirked, "And even though we are friends, appointments must be made and payments met, deal?" He asked, turning business-like.
"Of course, I understand that. We'll gladly meet all of those standards." Clary said, and Magnus' serious face cracked into a smile.
"But if you respect my hours and such I may be able to cut a little 'family discount'." He said with a wink, and could visibly see the couple relax, knowing how expensive appointments with the High Warlock of Brooklyn could be.
"Thanks, man." Jace said, "I think we should drink to that! What do you say? Too early, maybe?" Jace asked, and no one said anything. "I didn't think so. Waiter?"
Okay! I apologise for the wait, but keep on truckin' with the reviews, chickens! Chick-chick!
And now for the extended crack version by none other than my sister, Patricia Sage! Oh, and it is nearly midnight and we are hyper from playing Farm Frenzy Pizza Party as well as Blackhawk Striker 2!
EEEEENNYY!
"WAAAIIITTTTERRRRR!" He slurred. The waiter came and threw drinks in Jace's Face's Dolphin Buddy. "I wonder what my kids will look like...probably HOTTTT!"
"No Jace they will look like me, so they will be UGLY." Clary said as Magnus slimed at Alec. Alec was too busy trying to drown himself in his glass of water to notice. The tablecloth was made of puff the magic dragon...he DIES! So does CHARLOTTE—dangggggg! But Puff doesn't have a bunch of babies to get carried around by a pig. I'm pretty sure that the dragon's babies would call him PUFF DADDY if he did end up having pig-spit babies. And that goose was weird and singing show-tunes every morning. I think she was trying to kill Charlotte's unborn children before they could...hatch?
Anyway, Clary had started slicing up cucumbers to make a nice facemask because her mommy told her that she needed to do that every morning. She was getting avocado all over Magnus' hair and he was trying to get Alec to lick it off. Jace had passed out from the Puff Daddy tablecloth puffing in his face. The waiter came back and threw more drinks at his Dolphin (DOLLPHACE! Would be the couple name of Jace and a dolphin, fyi).
I AM MORGAN FREEMAN!
Okay! Now if that doesn't prompt some reviews I don't know what could!
Caio!
PS: That whole thing started from me misspelling the word smiled in the sentence 'Magnus smiled at Clary' instead it was 'Magnus slimed at Clary'!
And Patricia found that amusing!
