Chapter 12 - The Celebration

CLARY'S POV


It's been three months since the wedding and I'm almost halfway through my second trimester. We decided that we wanted to be surprised by the information obtained by the ultrasound, so our baby shower was planned to be unisex. I was sitting in Magnus' living room, in awe by the excessive decorations. He smiled, looking around the room. "I don't know how to thank you, Magnus. This is perfect.", I said. "No need to thank me. You know how I love throwing parties.", he replied with a wink.

The guests were set to arrive any minute and I couldn't wait to watch this night play out. Yellow balloons adorned the walls and high ceilings, a cake sat on his coffee table that read, "New Baby!", and blue and pink streamers hung in coils from the ceiling. Magnus set out fruit punch instead of alcohol and magicked a loveseat into the room where presents were to be placed. Everything was perfect.

MAGNUS' POV


When all of the guests began to arrive, I watched from a distance until Alexander, with arms full of presents, had to be helped in the door by Isabelle, who was standing next to him. I rushed over to aid him. We transferred the gifts onto the loveseat that was placed to the direct right of the doorway. He smiled, I nodded, and we sat on the couch, facing Clary and Jace, who had been the first to arrive. After all of the thoughtful cards had been read, Clary cut the cake and everyone conversed while they ate. Since Alec couldn't speak, we texted back and forth. Even though it was a long time ago that we found out he couldn't speak, it still pained me to be reminded.

Of course, the vampires couldn't enjoy the food, so I had placed some popular blood types next to the punch, and they drank as we ate.

Once everyone was done eating, I cleaned up, and teleported all the gifts onto the coffee table in front of Clary. They opened one from Izzy first, a tiny tiara and crown. "I thought that you could dress it in one of these for a photoshoot or something, fill up one of those photo albums you got.". Clary smiled and replied, "I love them.", before Izzy went over to her for a hug.

The next gift was from Jace. As Clary opened it, she looked over at him with a goofy kind of glare before peeling off the rest of the wrapping paper. Diapers. Jace laughed and said, "You'll be the one changing it.". Clary set the gift down by her feet, next to the crown and tiara set and replied, "I don't think so.", before leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek.

Next up was a gift bag with yellow, pink, and blue rattles from Maryse, a little star wars t-shirt from Simon, and a toy train from Alec. The train was very large, but yet to be assembled. In each box from Alec was another piece. A toddler-sized seat and pedals were in the engine piece, and each train car had a little seat with a seatbelt bolted to the inner wall of it, except for the caboose, which served as a dollhouse-like structure, with a small door and interior. "Wow, Alec, this is amazing! I can't wait to videotape the kid peddling around everywhere, causing mayhem in the institute.", Clary said, laughing. Everyone else laughed too, imagining it. She leaned across the now, bare coffee table to hug Alec, then sat back down and added, facing Jace, "If I have to change its diapers, you'll be one putting together all its toys!". He chuckled and replied, "You've got a deal."

After all the gifts were open, I portaled them to Clary's room at the institute, that now served as a nursery, and hugged everyone goodbye as they thanked me for hosting the event, until all that remained was me and Alec. He gave me a look that said, 'I don't want to leave.', and I closed the portal. He walked over to me, and held my face in his hands. Without any further warning, (not that further warning was even possible considering his condition), he kissed me, smack on the lips. I kissed back, and absent-mindedly pulled him in at the waist. I was acting on muscle memory now, nostalgia and love coursing through me. Before I knew what was happening, we were on my bed, ripping off each other's clothes. He grunted as I kissed him and we were both breathing heavily. Finally, things felt right again, like as if he was getting back to normal and everything was perfect again, but it the reality was… it wasn't perfect, and it never would be. Even though he had made much process with his physical therapy, now able to walk, and in extreme emergencies, even run, he still wasn't the same, and I couldn't see him ever being the same again. 'If only he could talk to me, to tell me that he loves me at inconvenient times during sex, like he used to do-', I thought, 'then I'd finally have my quirky, adorable, Alexander back.'.

IZZY'S POV


During the baby shower, I was thinking about how much I'd love to have children with Simon, how cute he'd look, playing with them. I imagined his face lighting up, a baby in his arms. I also imagined marrying him, our lips interlocking, after a beautiful "I do.". We'd have to marry the mundane way, as downworlders can't get the wedded union rune, obviously, and also because he used to be a mundane, and it seemed that marrying him the same way mundanes marry would feel more comfortable and natural to him.

Once we were portaled back to the institute, I decided to talk to him about it. I slipped a note into his hand as I walked by, towards my bedroom. It read, "Meet me in my bedroom, I want to talk to you about something. ;)". Before long, Simon was cautiously opening and closing my bedroom door behind him, being as quiet as possible, before sitting next to me on my bed.

"Simon, I love you.", he seemed shocked at first at my statement, but quickly recovered, "I love you too.", was all he said before I kissed him, and he delved deeper into the kiss. I pulled away with a giggle, "Simon, there's still more I want to say.". He nodded with an affirming grunt as he made a trail of kisses down my neck. I laughed and lifted his chin up, to face me, "Face to face.". With a sigh, he nodded again and confirmed, "Face to face.".

I told him about how much I loved him, how much the rivalry between shadowhunters and downworlders had lessened, and finally, I asked, "Will you marry me?". He was taken aback by the last statement, frozen rather than nodding like he had been during the earlier portions of my "speech". "Simon?", I said, afraid that he was going to say no. He finally broke out of his trance to smile and say, "Yes."