Author's Note: I know that I made the last chapter very modern, and in Alicante they don't have hospitals and cars, you would have to get a midwife, but this is a fanfic, so I'm using some poetic license here. Sorry that I'm not staying true to the actual book, but this way was so much easier to write. This is just me apologizing in advance for putting Jace and Clary in a modern setting.
Chapter Four – Max
I rested my hands on the side of the crib as I looked down at my sleeping son. His was breathing through his mouth, making it open in the most adorable 'O' shape. I couldn't help but smile. Jace walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. We didn't say anything. Words were not enough to describe how we were feeling, so we stood in awed silence, our hearts overflowing with love for the newest member of our little family.
Jace finally broke the silence, softly singing the soft lullaby Mayrse used to sing to him. He reached down to his son, and traced the small star on his shoulder that marked him as a Herondale.
"Max," Jace said softly, but his voice broke and I saw the pain in his eyes as he remembered his brother, "I wish he was here to meet our son."
"He is here," I told him, locking eyes, "every time you remember him, and every time you smile at something he did, he's here with you. Max won't replace your brother, and he shouldn't, it would be unfair to him. But now, you can think of him and be happy. Somewhere, he's looking down on us, and he's smiling, Jace, because he knows you're finally whole again."
I reached out and took his hand, pulling it to my heart as the sun sank down over the horizon, bathing the room in a gentle golden glow.
Author's Note: I know, im sorry it's so short. I needed to put this in here before I could start the real plot line, and I didn't want to spend a lot of time with Max as a baby.