Ahhhh, so nice to be writing again! I missed my babies so much! Anyway thank you for sticking with me through this long and taxing time. Anyway I'm so happy to give you chapter 6 and I hope you guys love reading it as much as i loved writing it!
~All characters apart from Emily, belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.
~ Yours truly, Georgia

Isabelle stood staring at him in awe. There was no way she actually expected him to turn up, never mind in the middle of a storm, wet and shivering. Suddenly she felt 16 again, she felt the butterflies and excitement. She felt the happiness and need to smile… she felt it all. As she watched a single droplet of rainwater roll from the plastered hair on his forehead over this eyebrow, around his face and follow his jawline in to his lips. They were there, swollen and red from the cold, it took all her will power not to kiss him again and again until they warmed up. He was there, so perfect. Even though he was much buffer and his eyes glistened with angel blood, he was still the Simon she once loved, beneath it all, that amazing, Jewish hero still shone through. Isabelle couldn't help but smile. For her sake, for Emily sake.

Coming back to her senses Isabelle blinked. Staring into the eyes of her past lover yet again.
"Hello?" Simon awkwardly waved his hand across her face.
"Sorry, I was miles away-"
"I could tell" He interrupted her with his tell-tale lopsided smirk that brought a heat to her cheeks.
"Do you want to come in?"
"Can I come in?" The both looked up at each other and smiled as an awkward silence surrounded them. Isabelle was the first one to move.
"Mi casa tu casa" She giggled and stepped aside letting him through the doorway. Following her lead he stepped in, craning his neck to look around as he entered her tiny cottage.
"It's so cute, and so… not you." Isabelle smiled at his words remembering her old bedroom at the institute, spacious, dark and depressing.
"You get what you're given in this place, but I've grown to love it!" She smiled ruefully and gently touched the flowery wallpaper Emily picked out. Simon had kicked off his shoes and was now stood dipping in the small passage between the stairs and living room.
"Um, don't suppose you have a towel do you?" Izzy stared at him again then shook her head bring her mind back to her body.
"Yhea, yhea, just give me two secs…" With that she ran up the stairs. She couldn't believe it… Simon Lewis was in her hall way. She smiled gently as her eyes fell upon her daughter's door. She would be so happy. A new found happiness invaded her body as she ran back to him towel in hand.
"Simon!" He looked up and met her eyes.
"That's a beautiful picture" A sadness seemed to sweep across him like a cloud across sunshine on a beautiful summers day. She followed his eye line back to the frame on the wall. It was herself and Emily when they took vacation to the south of France. They had stayed with a farmer and his wife on their vineyard in the mountains. It was a beautiful holiday.
"Thank you…" It would have been better if you were with us. Simon smiled, and turned to face her reaching out for the towel.
"Thanks!"
"Its okay…" The awkwardness drew out as Simon reached behind his head to dry the tendrils of hair that grazed the nape of his neck. Suddenly, Isabelle urged herself to break the silence.
"Can I get you anything? Some toast, tea maybe?" Simon smiled at his former girlfriend's attempt.
"Tea, now that really British!" he smirked at her.
"It's all these people drink!" Isabelle giggled softly and led him to the living room. "I'll get you something warm and you can change." Simon nodded and watched Isabelle leave the room and close the door.

As the raven haired girl pottered about the small country kitchen she began to feel the butterflies once again. Words couldn't even begin to describe just how much she had missed her Simon Lewis. She wanted nothing more than for him to love her again and be Emily's father. Isabelle knew how much Emily had missed him since they were last in New York In the first weeks Emily had told everyone at her school all about him and her grandparents and still managed to hold her tongue about her Shadowhunter blood. Isabelle smiled as Emily began to refer to him as her daddy, not "that mister" anymore. She wanted Simon by her side, raising Emily with her. After the odd dreams she'd been having, the ones about them having a family together, she wanted to be his once again. The last few years had really proved to the woman how stupid it was to run away, however, Isabelle never regretted the amazing bonding time she had, had with her daughter. The feeling of having him in her house on the eve of their daughter's birthday was an incredible feeling, that finally made her feel whole once again. Isabelle tilted her head to where the door had just creaked open, assuming it to be Emily, from habit, only to be met with the brown eyes of her Simon. She smiled gently and looked back at the kettle, of which had now boiled.
"All sorted?" She asked filling the cups with water.
"Yhea, thanks." He was clothed in a loose white t-shirt, with D&D printed boldly in the middle, and loose grey pyjama pants she recognised from years gone by. He smiled and looked around. "I like it here, it's so peaceful." Isabelle nodded at his words. "It is, I love it." With her words she handed him a cup of coffee. Simon took the mug and looked into it, a silly grin plastered onto his face. "You remembered?" He looked up and their eyes met. Isabelle just nodded.
"Strong-"
"And black, with one sugar" Isabelle interrupted and finished off for him. Simon chuckled. The awkward silence drew in again and all around the shouted the unspoken words the both wanted to say so much. This time it was Simon who broke the silence.
"You've spoilt her then this year." He smiled looking up at the woman before him. Isabelle simply shrugged and smiled.
"I spoil her every year, and I didn't think you were going to turn up. You're all she's asked for since we left New York."
"Really?" The pride in Simon's eyes was unmistakeable. So much so that a tear slipped from Isabelle's own black orbs. Immediately, the pride turned to concern.
"Izz?" Her heart melted at the tone of his voice and the brush of his soft palm on her upper arm. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Simon pulled her into a warm embrace as she wept onto his shoulder. They remained there desperately clinging to one another for what seemed like hours. The feel of the man's only ever love in his arms was like laying on freshly changed bed sheets, or running your fingers along silk. It reminded him of the nights where he would hold her close as she wept for max, and for her mother and father. On the nights when she would beg him to take her away, take her somewhere where she didn't have to live up to the Lightwood name. Somewhere where she could be a normal girl.
"I've missed you. I've missed us!" Her voice almost seemed desperate. "She needs you around Simon, our baby girl needs her daddy!" Suddenly Isabelle realised the stupidity of her outburst and shut herself up. He couldn't be here, if he was here then Isabelle wouldn't be able to control herself and then what would happen. How could he ever be able to love her after what had happened, after what she'd done to him?
"If I'd have known Izz, I would have been here. Why? Huh? Why'd you go? Without word, without warning. You nearly killed you're family! It killed me! I didn't know what to think! And then to find out it was all because of something stupid and untrue inside the fucking maze of yours!" He gestured to her head and stared at her with a look that could only be described as loving anger.
"I'm sorry." She whispered now with a little more control over her emotions.
"Good" Simon sighed and pulled her into his arms once again. "You're gonna let me see her aren't you?" Isabelle just nodded into his chest listening to his heart beat.

Hours later and several mugs of coffee later the couple found themselves curled together in a warm embrace. Simon's arm was around Isabelle's waist resting on the bottom of her back a she laid on him, head on collar bone. Neither of them had meant for it to happen, it just did and surprisingly the couple still fit together, perfectly. As they laid wrapped together, the world ceased to matter. The two of them together had reminisced on old times of laughter, love and hurt. Tears had been leaked however, they both knew that the awkwardness was gone. That it would be okay from now, to go on and be themselves, to fall in love all over again.