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"Jonathan Christopher Wayland Herondale Fray Lightwood!" I hear a shriek as I lounge on the couch.

"Yes dear?" I grimace at her glare.

"I ask you to do one god damn thing around this house but you can't!" She seethes at me.

"Babe! I flushed I swear to god!" I protest.

"Jonathan, three times, three times, I asked you to put your dishes in the dish washer instead of on the counter. Its literally a two foot difference!" she argues.

I roll my eyes. Married life was great, but it was too much work. She expects me to pay the bills, pay for our family, satisfy her every need, and now she wants me to do the damn dishes too? "Clarissa, I'm tired. If you haven't noticed I'm working my ass off trying to make sure you have money to put food on those stupid plates!" I shoot back, my voice gradually getting louder.

"Jace, I'm not asking you to do the dishes. I just want one less dish to have to clean up after. It's not that hard. You don't do much anyway around here, it's the least you could do." She tells me matter-of-factly.

I scoff. "I do plenty of shit for you. In fact, I've been your slave ever since we've met in the third grade! Hell, I even raised your child that wasn't even mine in the first place! I didn't need a kid that young! I still don't!" I shout. My voice fades as I realize what I've just said. My mouth drops open and I barely get a peep out before Clary's tears stop me dead in my tracks.

Without a single word towards me she turns on her heel, throws the dish rag at my feet, and darts down the hall into our room. I hear the lock click and I know just how much of an asshole I was.

But what's worse is the little gasp I hear from behind me. Amity, sweet little five year old Amity has heard me. "D-daddy?" she squeaks.

I turn slowly, my shoulders dropped in defeat. "Baby, I'm so-" I start.

Amity had inherited Clary's mind, heart, and sole. So it didn't surprise me when she took off down the hall crying for her mommy. I hear our bedroom door open and shut, muffled cries from inside.

I slump onto the couch with my head in my hands. I love them, I really do, but they don't understand how busy I am for them. I work at the office from 8- 4, then from 4:30- 6:30 I'm helping my grandpa and dad out at the football fields. All so that I can afford to get the best for my daughter and my wife, with an extra financial cushion around us.

I pace up and down the hall until about two in the morning. I slump down into a ball outside of our room where I can hear soft breathing from Clary and Amity's snores.

Finally, at four in the morning, I glance around the house. My shirt, tie, shoes and pants have been strewn across the floor. The remote control lies on the ground next to the couch, a glass of milk that I had gotten a few hours earlier sits on the coffee table. I slowly make my way around the room and pick everything up. Then on my way to the laundry room I see the kitchen was abandoned in Clary's rushing to get away from me.

I clean the kitchen, do the dishes, mop, shine the stainless steel, and wipe the counters. I hang Clary's apron on the hook in the pantry. I fold the laundry and put Amity's away. I sweep the wooden floors and dust the television. Its busy work for my thinking, but its also a promise to Clary that I'll do better now. I know we'll be fine in the end, all married couples have spats, but they always come out stronger in the end.

Lastly, at 7:30 in the morning when I had just finished the last load of Clary and I's laundry, I slowly unlock my bedroom door to find my girls asleep curled up in the exact same position. I put our clothes away, clean up the bathroom, and pull the duvet over Clare and Am. I kiss Amity's forehead and Clary's cheek, taking her hand in mine I whisper. "I'm so sorry, love."

Out in the kitchen, dark bags under my eyes, I make waffles and coffee and juice for my girls. I make eggs for Amity and bacon for Clary and fill the tray with a stack of coloring books and magazines. I put my hand written apology letter on Clary's side of the large serving tray, and I head into the bedroom at 8:30.

I set the tray at the foot of the bed and decide to wake Clary up first. I kneel beside her and run my hand over her cheek. I rest my head on the empty space beside her. "Clary, baby, please wake up for me." I say softly.

I run my hands through her hair and her eyes flutter open. She looks at me with confusion and a whole bunch of hurt. "I locked you out." She whispers, her eyes filling with sad tears.

I sigh. "Baby, forgive me. I know I need to start helping you out. You work so hard to keep Am and I in check. I love you so much, and I know that we'll come out stronger in the end of all of this." I say softly.

She sighs, but turns her nose into the air. "What's that smell?" She asks.

I help her sit up. "Waffles, bacon, eggs, juice, and coffee for my two princesses." I say softly.

She lets out a small smile. "Thanks, baby," she murmurs and kisses me slow and long.

"Mommy, are these for us?" Amity says in delight, breaking up our moment.

I chuckle and crawl over Clary to sit in between them. "Yes sweetheart. It's a special apology from daddy. You know he didn't mean those words right? I love you very much, and now you really are my baby girl." I say with a soft smile.

Amity shrugs. "I know that, daddy. I was just sad that you and mommy were fighting about me." She sniffles.

I hug her tightly, pulling her onto my lap and reaching to pull Clary to my side. "We would never fight about you. We both love you. Mommy was just mad because I've been a mean husband and daddy." I say but look into Clary's eyes.

Clary frowns. "Jace, I only said I wanted you to help out a little more. You're a perfect father to Amity. And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." She sighs, taking my hand.

I smile softly. "You mean the world to me and I'm determined to show it. I was up all night cleaning everything top to bottom. I'll do this every night if I have to." I say.

Clary springs off the bed, Amity and I following, into the rest of the house. She tours the spotless terrain and turns to me, a huge grin on her face. Wordlessly, she walks into my arms. "I love you so much Jace Christopher Herondale." She says matter-of-factly.

I smile. "I love you too, baby." A silent message is transferred through our eyes, and we all know what's next.

Amity sighs loudly, her little lips in a pout and her arms folded. "Am I going to aunt Izzy's house again?"

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