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Almost three years later…

"Magnus, why am I here?" Clary's green eyes roamed the beautiful scenery of the outside café. Magnus had requested that she accompany him that afternoon to one of his favorite eating spots, and though Clary did not mind eating out with her friend she suspected that he was up to something. For the past few days now he had been coming in and out of the apartment acting different, sneaky. The behavior was very unlike Magnus, he never kept anything from her, and not after all they had been through together.

Magnus took a sip of his chai tea, his cat like eyes perfectly hidden behind a pair of Michael Kors sunglasses. "You're here because you spend too much time being locked away in that apartment. You are in desperate need of some fresh air, just look at your complexion; it's a drastic shade of white."

Clary glanced down at her bare arms and laughed. "You're joking, right? My skin has always been this pale."

Magnus placed his tea down on the round table in front of him. Placing his elbow on the table, Magnus rested placed his chin on his hand. "Biscuit, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

Clary smiled over at Magnus. "You've never asked me that before, why start now?"

"True, but I was having a polite moment, so I thought I'd try something new." Magnus lifted his face from his hand and reached across the table to grab Clary's hand in his own. "Do you ever regret any of it?"

Clary blinked, she was surprised by her friend's question. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Magnus sighed. "You know perfectly well what I mean, do you regret our life together?"

The redhead shook her head violently. "No, never. How could you ask such a question?" She squeezed his hand tightly. "I could not have done any of this without you, you know that. Mags, you are our family, we'd be lost without you." Clary's eyes moved to the stroller sitting beside their table, looking at it for a few moments before moving her attention back to her friend. "Do you?"

Releasing his hold on Clary's hand, Magnus shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He turned his head up to the sky, frowning. "I do have regret." Magnus turned his head back down to look at her. "Only one."

Clary's heart sank at her best friend's words. Did he really regret leaving with her? She tried to push down how much his words had hurt her as she nodded for him to continue.

Magnus must have noticed the hurt in her eyes because he stood and pulled his chair over to where it was touching Clary's. "Biscuit?" Sitting down, Magnus placed his hands in Clary's lap, his hands covering hers. "I need you to know, that I have never regretted one moment of our time together, not one. I only regret that I tried to push you into, you know?"

A knowing look passed over Clary's face as a frown appeared on her face. "Mags, you have to stop thinking about that. We're past that, remember."

"We may be past that, but that doesn't mean I don't still have regret." Magnus lifted one of his hands, pushing back a stray curl that fell in Clary's face.

Clary lifted her hands from her lap and placed them on Magnus chest, her lips pressed together tightly. "Mags, is this what's been bothering you? This-this thing that happened ages ago? Awe Mags, I wished you would've just told me." Clary moved one of her hands and placed it lightly on his cheek. "I love you, Magnus Bane."

"As I love you, Clary." He placed a hand over hers, smiling from ear to ear. "But sadly, that's not what I've been hiding from you." Clary frowned, pulling her hand away from his face. "I've been thinking about this for a while, ever since that news report about your family came out." Magnus took a breath. "I think it's time to go home, it's time for you to be able to sell your beautiful artwork under your name, not one my parents have made for you. It's time, Biscuit, let's go home."

Clary quickly stood from her chair and placed her hands on her narrow hips. "Have you lost your mind, I told you that could be a trick, I-I told you that. I can-can't believe that you would want us to-to risk that, just to go back there."

Magnus slowly removed his sunglasses, acting as if his best friend was not causing a scene. "Sit Clary." Clary huffed, not moving. "Sit, now." Stomping one of her feet, Clary finally took her seat, but not before looking over at the stroller. Magnus chuckled, his eyes following hers over to the stroller. "That story has been out for over a year now, my parents have even followed up on it, and the story is solid. Your father, along with Sebastian and Johnathon are in prison, sad to say no one knows where or what happened to your mother, but maybe if we went back, you could find out news from Luke."

"Stop it!" Clary hissed, her face turning red with anger.

"Oh Biscuit, be honest with yourself. Are you really worried about your family or are you worried about possibly seeing him again?"

Clary's eyes went wide. "Wh-what? You think I'm worried about seeing Jace again? Magnus, that was years ago, we were children then."

Magnus shook his head, a smile stretching across his face. "Yes, it was years ago, and yes, you were kids. However, you two created something special that night, and I for one think he has a right to know."

"What are you up to, Mags? You've never pushed this before, not when I found out, not even when I made my decision. You've always been supportive, so tell me, what's changed?" Clary leaned forward, her face now only inches away from his, her green eyes studying his every move closely.

Magnus swallowed, turning his face from side to side as if he were looking for someone. "Well, you see, it's really a funny story."

"Go on," Clary pushed him to continue. She was tired of his secrets; Magnus had never kept anything from her, until now.

Magnus closed his eyes and then opened them slowly. "Remember that meeting with the new fashionista I told you about earlier in the week?"

Clary nodded. "How can I forget, you went on and on about the drawing of the kids line that you were sent. Why?"

"The fashion designer was not what I expected."

"How so?" Clary leaned back in her chair, her eyes going over to the stroller once again.

"The designer's name came to me as Maxwell Joseph, and so I assumed it was a man." Magnus reached over the table to grab his watered down chai tea.

"Ok-ay, so?"

He took a long sip of his tea, finishing it off before setting the glass back down on the table. "The designer was a female. She wanted to give tribute to her brother that passed by using his name."

"Magnus, can you please get on with it?" Clary was beginning to lose patience with her friend.

"It was Isabelle, the designer was Isabelle Lightwood." Magnus blurted the sentence out in one breath.

Clary froze, replaying what Magnus had said over and over in her mind. "N-no, it couldn't be. Ho-how?"

Magnus leaned forward as if to touch her, but stopped. "Believe me, Biscuit. She was just as surprised to see me as I was her."

Clary jumped from her chair and went straight to the stroller, picking up the small form inside. "I'm leaving, do what you want Magnus, but I'm leaving."

Magnus stood from his chair and started toward her. "It's not that simple, Clary."

Clary's eyes were fixed on the small baby in her arms. "It is that simple, Magnus. You can stay here with her or you can go with us, either way, William and I are leaving, tonight."

Magnus's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally spoke. "Yo-you would leave me, just like that-after everything we've been through together. You could walk away, without a second thought."

The small child that Clary was holding began to move in her arms. "William's waking up." Clary moved her eyes up to look at the man she had always considered family, her brother. "You know it's not like that, Mags. I never want to be without you, but it's not just about me anymore, I have to think of him."

"And you don't think that that's what I'm doing? I am thinking of him. Clary, he will be two in just a few months. You can't keep him hidden forever. One day William will want friends, what will you do then? What will you do when it's time for William to attend school? What then Clary?" Magnus moved closer and closer to her with each word he spoke, moving until he was standing right in front of her. "He's my godson Clary, I love him and you know that I would die to protect him."

Clary didn't realize that she was crying until Magnus reached out and wiped her face with his thumb, keeping the palm of his hand on her cheek as he looked down at her. "Di-did you tell her-did you tell her about William?"

Magnus dropped his hand from Clary's face, shoving his hands in his linen pant pockets. "No, I didn't tell Isabelle that she was an aunt. I think you should, she wants to see you, you know."

Clary's grip tightened around her son as made a cooing sound to let her know he was awake, his little hand reaching out of the blanked to touch her face. "I-I need time to think. It's time for William to eat. I'm going back to the apartment." She turned to leave when Magnus called out to her.

"He has a right to know, Clary. Jace he has a right to know that he's a father."

Clary turned back around to look over at Magnus. "I know that, Magnus. I do, I just-I need time to think. I can't talk about this right now. I need to get William back." Clary started walking and didn't stop, not even when Magnus said something that caused a chill to run through her body, straight to her bones.

"He's getting married Clary, Jace, he's getting married."

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This story is called – Coming Home. This is not the first chapter, the first few chapters will talk more about Clary and Magnus and their lives together. It will also tell you more about our new little character-William!

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