Guys, here is my third chapter. It shows how Clary and Jace deal with their children education.

There, Jonathan (junior ahah) and Celine are 5 years old and James, their little brother is 2 years old.

Enjoy x.


"- Daddy ? Are you crying ?

Jace turned his head towards his daughter. She was only almost 6 years old, had long coppered hair, but she always amazed him.

"- Daddy ! Answer me ! Why are you crying ?

- Because you're going to be a really good pianist, little angel."

She smiled, proudly, and continued her track.

Leaning against the door, her younger son in her arms, Clary was smiling, caressing James' blond hair. Jace looked at her before suddenly wrinkling his eyebrow.

"- Clary ? Where is Jonathan ?"

She looked down, to realize that her son had just disappeared.

"- Celine, you don't move and you stay here okay ? We're going to look for your brother.

- What ? No ! Why are you taking James with you and not me ?!

- Because there is no choice ! Darling, you know Jonathan.."

Clary coughed, ready to face her husband and said:

"- Precisely, she could help us...

- You must be kidding ?

- No ! Jace we're home, we're in the Institute ! Not in Edom ! And she's obedient ! Can we talk about what you did when you were 6 ?

- No we can't ! My father was insane and I'm not ! She could fall down the stairs !"

With the same pout on the face, mother and daughter sighed and rolled their eyes.

"- I am 6 years old !" Celine shouted, while Clary was saying:

"- She's almost 6 years old Jace, and JJ fell down the stairs when he was not even 2 !"

Jace shook his head and disappeared into the corridor, without a word for the women of his life.

"- He is so annoying !

- Celine, you're not allowed to talk this way about your father."

And after a few second, she added:

"- But yeah, he is annoying... Celine, you're gonna look for Jonathan with us. Look in the places you usually hide in. I'll give James to your grandma. She's in the library, so if you find Jonathan, reach for her okay ?"

Celine nodded and started to go away, almost jumping.

"- Celine, sunshine. Please, be careful.."

The little girl smiled and ran away in the corridors, while Clary was going towards the library, speaking to her son, who answerd, babbling. When she came in, Maryse was almost sleeping on her chair but smiled when she saw them.

"- Maryse ? Have you seen Jonathan ?

- By the Angel, did he disappear again ?"

Clary nodded with a grin.

"- Can I leave you with James ? I have to look for his brother and if he decides to make me run...

- Of course ! No problem !"

Maryse reached for the little baby and held him in her arms. He pursed his lips and tried to reach for his mother, but she only kissed his nose, smiling.

"- Behave James. I'll come back quickly. I love you !"

She left the room and started running in the corridors, looking for her son.

She opened all the doors, feeling more and more nervous and worried. Her son was likely to be in a pickle.

When he was almost three years old, he had tottered until the great staircase of the Institute and, obviously, fell backwards. Clary found him, screaming and crying, his beautiful blond hair, full of blood. Jace couldn't look at him while the doctor (obvisouly it was a Mundane because Jonathan was too young to receive the Angel's runes) was sewing the wound, even if the little boy didn't make a sound, biting the bullet. Only Clary saw the tear on Jonathan's cheek, as a reflection of the one, dripping on Jace's cheek.

Clary opened a new door, jumping because of the surprised scream that came from the black room, in use by Simon and... Jonathan. Her best friend stood up and got out of the room. Closing the door.

"- Don't make a sound, he's sleeping.

- Sleeping ?

- Yes.

- At 4 p.m ?

- Yes madam.

- Jonathan ?

- Clary !

- My son ? Jonathan William Herondale is sleeping in the middle of the afternoon ? Have you gone insane ?

- Clary, please ! I found him, sitting down in a corridor, crying his eyes out. I asked him what had happenend, but he didn't answer me, so I took him with me and I told him a story. He fell asleep within 10 minutes."

Clary frowned. She couldn't understand. He was not likely to take a nap in the middle of the day, he was even less likely to cry if it wasn't because of a physical wound. She took her phone and called Jace. He was obvisouly out of the Institute, looking for their son where he was not.

"- By the Angel, tell me you found him.

- I did. And I love when you are a doting father.

- I am always a doting father. Where was he ?

- With Simon. Sleeping. "

She heard him grumbling, but she also heard the little smile in his voice.

"- This guy has a talent for trying to steal my family ! Are you with Celine ?

- Nope, I'll look for her, but I'm sure she is okay. Are you coming home right now ?

- Yes, I am, but find Celine. See you soon honey."

He hung up the phone while the room door was opening. Jonathan left the room, a pacifier in his mouth, and his eyes were reddened, because of the tears. When he looked at his mother, quiet, Clary had a shock.

Her son's face was the perfect mix between his father"s and her brother's. The only thing in Jonathan physical appearance that reminded of Clary were his green eyes, sparkling with golden glitter. But his blond hair, his pale skin.. All of this was Jace's, except for his thin and straight nose.. It reminded her of her deceased brother. And in his eyes, in the eyes of her first child, she was able to see a real and deep pain. A pain that was not supposed to be felt by a five-year-old boy.

She squatted to look him in the eyes and opened her arms. He rushed in, bursting into tears. Terrible tears, revealing an incredible pain, an incredible sadness. He tried to talk, but the words were incomprehensible. He was stammering.

She straightened up, cuddling her son.

"- If you meet Celine, tell her to join us in the kitchen please, Simon."

He nodded, worried.

Clary went to the kitchen, whispering to her son, where she found Alec, sitting at the big table, working on a sheet and her daughter, sitting on the work plan and looking at Isabelle, who was cooking pancakes, which had a questionable color.

"- Celine, what are you doing here ?

- Auntie Izzy told me she was doing pancakes for me ! Why is Jonathan crying ?"

Clary sighed and sat down on a chair, next to Alec, cuddling her son who was still sobbing.

"- What's wrong big boy ?" asked Alec, tickling his cheek.

Jonathan beat him back, violently, shouting.

"- Don't touch me !"

- Jonathan, little angel, tell Mama what's wrong."

He nodded, took the pancake given by Isabelle and spat it out on a sheet, with a look of disgust.

"- Auntie Izzy and Uncle Alec said that I was a monster and that all the pain they had was my fault..."

Clary turned to them, with a killer look. Both of them turned pale and Alec whispered:

"- I think he heard us when we were talking about Max.. We get used to call him Jonathan for you.. But we didn't knew JJ was hear !"

Clary realized what her son must have heard, and turned pale, biting her lower lip.

"- Celine, Jonathan.. Mommy has to tell you a story. We're gonna take James and we'll wait for Daddy in the library. It's gonna be okay.."


There is a second part of this chapter !

Hm, in case you didn't get it, JJ is Jonathan's nickname because is actual name is Jonathan jr.

I already said it buuuuut I take request on this little fiction. If you guys, want a special situation with Clace or their children, ask me, I'm totally open to it.

I hope you enjoyed !

Reviews ?

Love ! x.

*come back mourning about how L and Light don't have a relationship*