Hello there lovelies, hope you're well. Here is the next chapter. Sorry, I know its been to long, i'm going to write the next one asap, maybe 10 reviews? Maybe.. i'll try for that. This chapter made me cry, so i'm sorry in advance.

xoxo

Disclamer- I don't own anything, i'm just playing around :D

Review please, it makes me happy.

Also, i'll soon be posting the re-write of my H.P fanfiction, it's good, check it out maybe?

Jace's Point of view.

"I think Charlie Brown's Christmas tree was better," Clary said eyeing the tree that Max and Jace had picked out.

"Hey!" Max protested, "It had to be small enough for you to reach the top." Clary rolled her eyes and fiddled with the lights on her lap. Trying to get them untangled.

Max watched Clary with the same sad eyes that Jace did. She sat in a wheel chair, her long hair tied back and humming 'Oh Christmas tree' under her breath. Max blamed himself for Clary being paralyzed.

"I know both of you are looking at me like i'm a puppy with broken legs," Clary said, not looking up from the lights, "So stop. I'm not crippled forever. The doctors did an assessment of my spine, there's no permanent damage. They said that if I push myself I can walk again. I will walk again."

Jace nodded, "We know you will," He said. Jace was very certain that Clary would walk again she was so determined to do so how could she not. "You almost done with those lights?" Jace asked.

"Yes," Clary stuck her tongue out and handed Jace the untangled Christmas lights. Clary pushed herself from the room to go check on the cookies she'd put in the oven.

"Jace," Max whispered, "What did you get her for Christmas?"

Jace smiled and shook his head, he'd gotten Clary a necklace, which he wanted her to love. Max stood up and winced, he was going through a lot of back pain, "I don't want to go back to school," Max whined.

"Too bad Max!" Clary called from the kitchen, "You're going!"

"Yes mom," Max called back.

When Clary came back into the living room she helped Jace and Max hang the ornaments on the little tree. It stood about five feet three inches off the ground, it wasn't very plump and leaned heavily to the right side. But when all the decorations were on it, and Jace had put the star on it Clary smiled.

"This is my first Christmas in over a decade," She said. Jace had always had a Christmas, even after his father and brother died.

"We'll have to make it a good one," Max said. He put a hand on Clary's shoulder. "When do you go back to work?"

"January third. My boss wanted to give me more time off but i'd go stir crazy. I want to draw again."

"You could always draw me," Jace said with a smirk as he posed.

"Come on dorks," Clary said, "Lets go build a ginger bread house."

Jace pushed Clary into the kitchen where she'd laid everything out and helped her bring it into the living room so they could decorate it together.

Isabelle's point of view.

"Hello?" She asked, answering her phone.

"Isabelle, honey?" Isabelle froze at her mothers voice.

"Mom? .. Wh...What do you want?" Isabelle sunk to the floor of her new flat.

"It's your father," Mayrse Lightwood said, "He's had a stroke, sweety he won't.. won't make it through the night."

"I'll be there."

Isabelle called Alec as she scribbled down a note for Simon.

"I don't care how much you hate dad," Isabelle said, "We're going to say goodbye. I'm getting Max on the way. We're going to say goodbye."

Isabelle rushed from the building and got into her car. She kept her hands steady and her head clear as she drove. Max was waiting outside, he was wearing the coat Isabelle had gotten him, he'd complained that he could buy his own clothes, but Max still wore everything Isabelle picked out for him.

"What happened to him?" Max asked when she slid into the back seat of Isabelle's car.

"Mum said he had a stroke," Isabelle said as she drove to Alec and Magnus' apartment. "He won't make it through the night."

Alec too was waiting outside of his apartment for his sister. His face was cold and free of emotion, he didn't want to let his sister see his emotions.

"How's Magnus?" Max asked when Alec slid into the passenger side of the car.

A small smile passed over Alec's lips, "He's good. He's baking a pie right now for Christmas dinner." Alec's voice broke.

"The day before Christmas," Isabelle muttered, "Remember how we would get so excited on Christmas day, we'd go wake up mum and dad at five am and drag them downstairs to open the presents Santa had left us."

"Little Max being carried down the stairs by Isabelle because his chubby legs couldn't carry him fast enough for her liking," Alec said.

"The three of us sleeping by the fireplace one year so we could catch Santa coming down the chimney," Max added, with a smile in his voice.

"Dad reading us a night before Christmas and a Christmas carol before bed every year," Alec said.

Isabelle pulled into the hospital parking lot. The three Lightwoods made their way to the receptionists desk, "Robert Lightwood," Isabelle said to the woman she knew well.

"Room 176," She said, "Merry Christmas Izzy."

"And to you."

Isabelle took her brothers hands and they walked to their fathers room. They stood in the doorway and she felt as if she was ten again. The three Lightwoods always peered into their parents room cautiously, Isabelle had been the tallest at ten, Alec was thirteen but hadn't quite hit his growth spurt that would make him taller than his sister. Max was seven, short and always curious, always holding onto Isabelle and Alec so they could lead him wherever they went.

But now it was Isabelle who stood in the middle she was twenty two, and shorter than her brothers, no longer daddy's little girl. Max stood to her left, inches taller than his older sister, nineteen and fast on his way to being a lawyer, he'd always looked up to his siblings and still did. Alec stood on Isabelle's right, holding tightly onto his sisters hand, he was the oldest at twenty five, shorter than his youngest sibling but he didn't mind that, he always admired Isabelle for her attitude and ability to speak up.

The three Lightwoods walked into their fathers hospital room. He was hooked up to machines but his eyes were slightly open. The machines were making his heart beat for him.

Mayrse held her husbands hand, "Children," She said with tears streaming down her face.

Robert looked at his three children, "I'm... i'm sorry," He rasped, "I was wrong." His eyes were on Alec as he said that.

"I forgive you," Alec said as he started to cry. "I forgive you."

Alec went and took his fathers hand, Isabelle and Max joined him at their fathers bedside. "I love y...you all," Robert said thickly, "So so proud of you."

"We love you too," Isabelle said between sobs. "I'm in school to get my M.D, Max is going to become a Lawyer, Alec is settling down, he's amazing at what he does."

Roberts watery eyes turned to Alec, "Is he good to you?"

Alec nodded, "The best."

"Wish I could have met," Robert struggled with his words, he breathed heavily.

Alec squeezed his fathers hand, "Magnus is an amazing man. I'm lucky to have him."

Robert close his eyes, "Lucky to have you."

Mayrse took Alec's hand and they all sat there, they sat for what could have been minutes or hours but finally Isabelle stood up, "I'll be right back," She said as she rushed from the room.

Isabelle ran down to the gift shop, she picked up two books and hurried up to her fathers room. They had moved, but everyone was still in the room. Alec was sitting at the foot of Roberts bed, Mayrse sat by her husbands side, looking aged, Max sat in a chair beside his fathers bed, his legs stretched out. "Alec, will you?" Isabelle passed the two childrens books to her older brother. A Christmas Carol and 'Twas the night before Christmas.

Alec started with A Christmas Carol, like his father always had, reading the words to his mother, father, brother and sister.

Alec's point of view.

Alec made it through the first book before he started to cry again, Isabelle was crying from her place at Max's feet, the entire family was crying. Alec cleared his throat and read 'Twas the night before Christmas.

When he was done he close his eyes. He must have drifted off because when he woke up everyone else was asleep. Isabelle and Max shared a cot that was now in the room. Mayrse was asleep in the chair beside Roberts bed.

"Alec," His father said through the silence.

"Yes, dad?" Alec asked.

"Forgive me for what I said?"

"Of course," Alec agreed, "It was the way you were brought up. I forgive you."

Alec moved forward to take his fathers hand, "I love you Alec," Robert said.

"I love you too dad," Alec hadn't told his father he loved him since he was fourteen.

Robert nodded and close his eyes. Then his breathing stopped, Alec's eyes grew wide and flew to the heart monitor that was now showing that his father had flat-lined, "Dad? Dad?" Alec shoved at his fathers shoulder like he did when he was young, ready to open presents. "I love you."

Alec pressed the nurses button and people rushed into the room. Alec sat with Isabelle and Max, who woke up during the commotion. Alec looked at his mother, she looked barely awake.

"Mom?" He asked.

She shook her head, "He was everything to me." Mayrse clutched her chest and struggled for a breath. Her gasping caught the attention of one of the nurses who started to tend to her. The Lightwoods held hands as everything went by in a blurr. They barely registered their mother being carried away on a gurney and the doctor pronouncing their father dead.

"What happened to my mother?" Isabelle asked, finally snapping out of the trance.

"She had a heart attack, Izzy," One of the nurses said, "She's in the O.R and their doing everything they can."

Alec was aware of his phone ringing so he answered it.

"Alexander, honey, is everything okay?" Magnus asked, Alec could hear the worry in his boyfriends voice.

"My father just passed," Alec said, "Mom is in the O.R, she took a heart attack when he flat-lined."

"Want me to come down?"

"Please?"

Magnus hung up without any further comment. Alec was suddenly very aware of how lucky he was to have Magnus, the older man just knew Alec so well that he could read him like a book.

Alec, Magnus, Isabelle and Max sat in the waiting room, none were talking just waiting for the news that they new was to come.

The doctor that both Isabelle and Alec knew walked into the room, "I'm sorry," He said, "She didn't make it. Her heart just wouldn't restart."

Isabelle held her hand out to Max, "Lets' go home Max," She said through her tears.

Magnus and Alec went home as well. Magnus was silent through the whole car ride, letting everything wash over Alec.

Alec sat in their apartment, sitting beside Magnus on their bed. "Magnus," Alec said slowly, "He asked me to forgive him. He regretted pushing us away, cutting Iz and I from his life."

"Of course he did," Magnus said, "He loved you, he was proud of you. You're a wonderful man and don't ever think differently."

Alec looked at Magnus with his red rimmed eyes, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you," He said, "I love you so much Magnus."

Magnus stroked Alec's face and smiled through his tears, "I love you too Alexander Lightwood, you're the light of my life."

"Marry me," Alec said. He had never been so sure of anything or anyone in his life as he was of Magnus Bane.