Alec: Jinxed Ink doesn't own the Mortal Instruments series. Or us.

Magnus: Of course not! Alec, baby, you're the only one that owns me!

Alec:*blushes and whispers* The same is for me.

Magnus: I love you, Alec.

Alec: I love you too.

I: Guys? As romantic as this is, we should go on with the story.

Magnus: *pouts* Fine.

"I can't believe this!", Alec exclaimed, eyes wide. "It's less than two weeks till the wedding! How the hell are we supposed to organize everything in time?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. My fiancé was currently pacing in our living room, as I sat on the couch, regarding him. "Alexander, stop worrying. We already organized everything. We both have bought our suits weeks ago. You refused carrying a bouquet, so we don't have to bother picking out the flowers for it. Clary designed the participations and we sent them last week. We have the rings, your mother agreed to let us get married in the institute, and Jace promised he would lock your father in his room for the day. As for the priest, even Downworlders get married from time to time. This one's a werewolf. He was the priest for Metis's wedding, too. The last one, at least."

Alec sighed, sitting on the couch next to me. "The honeymoon?", he asked, chewing on his lower lip. I chuckled. "That will be a surprise, darling.", I whispered in his ear, pulling him close. He sighed, snuggling into me. "I wonder how you can be so calm.", he mumbled against my chest. I laughed, ruffling his hair. "One of us has to be."

He snorted, pulling back, crossing his arms on his chest. "I bet this isn't the first time you do this, anyway.", he said, giving me an hurt, doubtful look.

It actually took me some time to answer. Did Alec honestly believe I had ever loved anyone else as much as him? "Getting married?", I checked. Alec nodded slowly. "You're wrong. I never got married before. Metis has, a lot of times, I might add. But I… I won't say I never loved anyone before you, Alexander, that would be a lie.", I paused as he turned away from me, pain in his eyes. I took his chin between my fingers and turned him back to me. "Look at me, Alexander. There is a 'but'. I loved before you, it's true. But I never loved anyone as much as I love you. Since you crashed into my life like a typhoon, nothing seems the same.

"I love the sky, because it reminds me of your eyes. I adore the night, because it's the time of the day when I can hold you in my arms and watch you sleep. My heart aches at the simple thought of being away from you. When you're not with me, the world is empty, and nothing makes sense to me. You can either make me blissfully happy or break my heart with one word. I love you, Alexander Lightwood, like I never have loved before. You hold my heart in your hands.", I paused, gazing lovingly at him. "I hope I made that clear."

Alec nodded, leaning up to kiss me. "Magnus, you're incredible, and amazing, and I love you.", he whispered against my lips, "I don't think you realize how much what you said meant to me."

I didn't answer, lowering him so he was lying on the couch with me on top of him. I broke the kiss for a moment, looking down at him. Shining blue eyes stared back. He was beautiful. I told him in a whisper, leaning down to kiss him again, as my hands ran up and down his sides. Alec started unbuttoning my shirt…

And then the doorbell rang.

Seriously. I felt like in one in those bad mundie TV shows, where the poor couple never gets at it because they keep getting interrupted. If that was a costumer, he/she would die a very painful, very slow death. Or better, let's make it a very painful, very quick death. So I could go back to Alexander.

He looked at me. "Aren't you going to open the door?", he asked. I grinned and shook my head, pinning him on the couch again. "They'll come back some other time.", I said, my lips only an inch apart from his. Alec laughed and closed the gap between us. I buried an hand in his hair, as the other tugged on the hem of his sweater, which I soon pulled off. I ran my fingers under his T-shirt, long his scarred back.

Too bad the someone at the door didn't seem to be ready to leave us alone, since they kept ringing the doorbell non-stop. I whimpered as Alec pulled back, blushing. "Mag, I'm really not comfortable doing this while there's someone at the door.", he said.

"But Honey! Please!", I exclaimed as I put on my best puppy cat face. He laughed, kissing my cheek. "It'll take just a minute, Mag. You see who it is, slam the door in their face and come back."

I gave him a doubtful look and snorted, but I still rolled off of the couch and walked to the door. It'd better be important. I quickly opened it, without bothering to ask fist who it was. If they had intentions to hurt me or Alec the defenses around the house would have killed them as soon as they set a foot into the building.

After eight centuries of living I didn't think people could still surprise me. However, as I looked at the person standing at my door in that moment, I couldn't help but gasp, utterly shocked.

"Hello, Mr. Lightwood.", I murmured.

I: So, that was an attempt to a cliffhanger. I hope it wasn't a failed attempt. Did you like the chapter? Yes? No? Leave a review and let me know! Please?