A/N: I felt like doing a cute little thunderstorm scene. The reference Clary uses is actually something my parents used to tell me to make me feel better as a kid.
I don't know how long I'm planning on this being, but I'm hoping on a semi long story. I don't think super far ahead in these things. Once I start getting towards the end, I'll let you guys know.
"Mommy." A small voice whispered from behind me. I grunted softly, rolling on my side to see Stephen. He was squeezing his stuffy with his big green eyes.
"Yes baby?" I stroked his cheek gently, seeing him shaking.
"The lighting is scaring me." He whimpered, stepping closer to the bed.
"Do you want to sleep between me and daddy?" I suggested, sitting up slightly. He nodded quickly, hugging himself. I swatted Jace in the leg. "Scoot over." I poked at him. He groaned, rolling on his other side, as I lifted Stephen into the bed. He snuggled down between the two of us, curling his head against my neck. "What have I told you about lighting and thunder are?" I soothed his hair back from his forehead.
"It's Angels bowling." He murmured, wrapping his little arm around mine.
"Yeah." I hummed. "The thunder is when the pins get knocked over, and the lighting is when the score lights flash." I trailed my fingers off his smooth cheek.
"Why is it so scary?" He sniffled, rubbing his eyes.
"It's not scary when you really think about it." I cooed, as a flash of lighting went through the house. He squeaked, burying himself against me. "It's ok." I kissed his head. "Close your eyes." I rubbed his arms, nudging my cheek against his forehead. "Daddy and I will keep you safe." I assured him. A few seconds later, I heard a soft snore from my son, and his arms slacked a little. I knew it was safe to sleep now, so I closed my eyes drifted to sleep with the two most important boys in my bed.
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When I woke up, we were all snuggled up against each other. It was a really nice way to wake up. Both boys were still sleeping, which I was thankful for. I wanted to savior the way this felt. Stephen won't be like this forever. Actually, pretty soon he'll get to an age where he won't crawl into bed with me to protect him from the storm. Maybe when Jace and I get married, if we get married, we can try again. After hearing Jace say that he didn't know Stephen, I think Jace is going to want another baby anyways. He missed out on so much, and I can see that it hurts him.
Stephen began to stir, making Jace start to move. Just a little longer I wished silently, but it didn't come true. Stephen's eyes fluttered open, looking up at me.
"Good morning, baby." I whispered, adjusting his stuff back into his arms. He grunted, rolling onto his back, and looked over at Jace.
"Daddy is lying on my arm." He squirmed uncomfortably.
"Come on." I picked him up, leaving Jace to sleep. We can take turns in the mornings. "Let's make him some breakfast." I suggested, padding into the kitchen, as I flicked the lights on.
"Ooooo what are we going to make?!" He bounced slightly; making me set him down on the counter. A grin was stretched across his whole face.
"Pancakes?" I wrinkled my nose, waiting for him to agree.
"Yes." He clapped, jumping down from the counter, which gave me a mini-heart attack.
"What did I tell you about jumping from there?" I scolded softly.
"Not to." He played with his feet.
"Ok, now let's make some pancakes." I ruffled his hair, pulling the mix from the shelf. I spent twenty minutes chasing Stephen around, stirring batter, and giggling around the kitchen. Jace emerged from the hall, massaging his neck.
"What's all this?" He chuckled, seeing the mess we had made.
"We made you pancakes!" Stephen piped up, holding the batter.
"We are attempting." I laughed, flipping the pancake I had in the skillet.
"I can see that." He walked up behind me, kissing my cheek.
"Hey, kiddo, give me the batter. You go watch cartoons, so I can clean up." I showed him into the adjoining living room. He hoped on the couch, playing around with the remote until his show was on. "I'm going to take him to daycare today." I removed a pancake from the skillet, glancing over at him.
"I didn't think I-" I raised my hand stopping him.
"It's not that you did a bad job. You have to see my dad today, and I'm going to go with you. They will watch him until 5:30. I can get all the baby photos and home movies out if you want." I suggested hesitantly, keeping my eyes on the batter that was now cooking.
"Ok." He shrugged, opening the fridge. He pulled out whip cream, and piled it on his pancake.
"You still do that." I snorted, shaking my head.
"Why wouldn't I?" He looked at me like I was crazy, which made me laugh.
"I'll pick you up at 3:30. Look decent." I ordered, as he drifted into the living room, waving his hand.
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I drove us to my father's bar after school, dreading this moment all day. My father. He's a controlling psychopath, which is not fun to deal with. Honestly, if you look at me and him, you wouldn't even know we were related. He looks more like Jace then me. Another weird thing about our crazy mixed up mob.
My dad exited his office with open arms. "My boy." He hugged Jace. "It's so good to see you out of the slammer. I'm so sorry that happened." His eyes flicked over to me, furrowing his brow. "I said Jace not you."
"Well, I wasn't comfortable with leaving you alone with my boyfriend, who just got out of the slammer." I crossed my arms at him with a snarl across my face.
"I don't want him dealing again." He turned his attention back to Jace. "I want to send you to college. I need someone to do my books, and you used to be good at math. Therefore you are becoming my accountant." He explained calmly.
"Seriously?!" I exclaimed, exasperated at the idea of Jace being an accountant.
"Yes." He rolled his eyes. "Jace might as well be my son, and I don't want to see him in jail again." He shot at me.
"I'm right here. I don't like being talked about when I'm right here." He waved his hands in front of us.
"Sorry." I murmured, glancing over at him.
"It's ok." He rubbed my back lightly. "If I don't?" He asked calmly.
"If you don't, I won't stop you, but the chances of you staying in your home are slim." He threatened casually, like this was a normal conversation.
"Accounting sounds really boring." He huffed, ruffling his hair.
"But it's better than dealing or being my muscles?" He cocked an eyebrow up, starring him down. "The hours won't be too long. Four days a week when Clary is working at the school. I'll increase your weekly budget to compensate for you now living with them. Deal?" He held his hand out to Jace, and Jace shook it firmly. We started towards the door, but my dad told me to wait, making Jace leave me alone with him.
"What?" I sighed, holding my arms to my stomach. Suddenly, I hunched over with pain radiating through my cheek. I took a ragged breath, straightening back up. He gripped my chin, yanking him towards me.
"When I ask for Jace, I only mean him. If you show up when I ask for him again, you will get more than a slap." He released me, taking a step back. "Are we understood?" He seemed almost happy to have inflicted pain on me.
"Yes, sir." I murmured, hiding the fact that my cheek felt like it was on fire.
"You're coming home for thanks giving. Bring your boy toy and son." He gestured towards the door.
"What happened to Jace being your son, your boy?" I shook my head, not believing he just called Jace my boy toy. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Do you want me to make any sides?" I gritted my teeth, balling my fist.
"Casserole would be nice." He smiled, striding back to his office. I rubbed my stinging cheek, making my way out the door. Jace was leaning against the door, as I approached him.
"Everything ok?" Jace asked.
"He invited us to thanksgiving dinner. That should be… Fun." I drew out, placing my hands on either side of him.
"Great, I get out of jail, and now I have to deal with mobster politics over turkey." He rolled his eyes, curling his fingers over my hips.
"I know." I scoffed jokingly, wrapping my arms around his neck. I stood up on my tip toes, brushing our lips together. He pulled away, biting his lip.
"For some reason I thought we would move past the making out in front of your father's office." He teased, drifting his hands to my butt.
"I would have sex in front of his office with you if I wasn't worried about getting a ticket." I glanced him up and down, as I played with the lapels of his jacket.
"We can always do it in the car." He shrugged, pecking my lips.
"We have to pick up our son." I groaned, closing my eyes. "And now that we have our own house, we don't really need to have sex in a car." I grabbed the waist of his jeans, pulling him against me. "When Stephen goes to bed?" I suggested, humming quietly.
"Oh, definitely." He nodded, tangling our lips together once more before we climbed into the car.
A/N: Sorry, it took me a few days to post. I've been crazy busy these past few days!
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