Chapter 34.
Sorry it's been a while since I updated, just really busy at the moment, I've got seven weeks approximately till I leave school and then two or so weeks after that until the leaving cert, so writing isn't my main priority but I promise I will try to update as frequently as I can.
*Disclaimer* I only own Rosie, Jessie and Addie, all other rights go to Cassandra Clare.
Chapter 26.
*TESSA'S P.O.V.*
I don't know what to say…. I never expected this.
"W-what are you doing here?" I ask, my hand automatically going to my bump, to protect my little one from any possible dangers. Though I know Henry and Charlotte would never harm me or my children, I can't help but worry they're here to tell me something is wrong with my son, something that will stop him from having the wonderful life I envision for him. Something that will make every waking moment for him full of pain and suffering.
"Don't worry." Charlotte softly says "You're little one is fine, as are Jessie and Jace, everyone you care about and love is fine." She adds. I'm relieved, but still wonder why they are here.
"We just wanted to tell you how proud of you we are, and how much we love you and your entire family, everyone is so pleased that you and Jem finally got your happy ending." Henry says, his tone as lively and jolly as I remember it.
"T-thank you." I whisper. I wish I knew what to say, how to react, Angel only knows if I'll ever get this opportunity again.
"We also have a small simple message from your William." Charlotte says. My heart leaps into my mouth and tears start to well in my eyes, as I long to see Will's tussled black hair again, hear his stupendous laugh and watch him twirl around the room with my little baby Lucie in his arms, our Jamie watching from his seat on the couch and clapping his little hands in delight.
"What is it?" I ask in a hoarse voice.
"He just wants to let you know how much he adores you and your family and how delighted he is for you. And also to let you know that no matter happens he will be there watching over your little ones, even your granddaughter, Rosie, he will always keep them from harm." Charlotte tells me. It relieves me a great lot to know that my Will is watching over my family and will keep them from harm's way, when Jem and I can't.
"I'm sorry I don't know what to say, apart from thank you." I quietly say.
"That's perfectly fine, we don't expect you to be able to say much, it's four in the morning and you're quiet pregnant and baby has you up all hours of the night, you need your rest, so we won't be bothering you any longer." Henry says. Bothering me? I would stay up until I died of exhaustion to see my family and friends again.
"You're not bothering me, please don't go." I quietly say, tears welling in my eyes as I revert back to the lonely, terrified sixteen-year-old I once was.
"I'm so sorry Tessa, but we have to, but please never forget that we love you with all our hearts, you are as much ours as Matt and Charlie and Evie and Julie are." Charlotte quietly says, referring to her two beautiful sons- Matthew and Charles- and their two gorgeous daughters- Evangelina and Julia.
I simply nod and quietly say
"I love you too." And with that they're gone.
I instantly try to calm down, knowing how bad this could be for my little one.
Soon I head back to bed and try to focus on the amazing present, and soon fall into a peaceful sleep.
*The next day*
When I open the door after hearing a knock on it, I'm surprised to find Malcom Fade standing in front of me. I thought it was Clary, or Magnus or even Catrina, insisting I go back to bed since baby had me up most of the night.
"Malcom, what are you doing here?" I ask.
"I need your help in the spiral labyrinth, I asked Magnus but he told me to F off, so did Ragnor." Malcom says. It's normal for Ragnor to be so narky but not Magnus, Malcom must've interrupted a moment between Magnus and Alec.
"I'm sorry but I can't go to the spiral labyrinth." I tell Malcom, I'm surprised when I see anger flash in his purple eyes, which are his warlock mark.
"Why not?" He snaps. This isn't like him, normally he's calm and collected.
"I'm pregnant, the spells and wards there could easily harm the baby, he's half shadowhunter, according to those wards he shouldn't exist at all." I explain, smoothing my shirt down so my bump is much more obvious.
"Again? Really? I'm sure it will be fine; it has your blood too." Malcom says. I'm appalled, I've never seen him being so rude.
"First of all, you have no right to judge me for extending my family, I'm married, I have a secure income, a stable home and plenty of love to provide my children with, and secondly my baby is a boy, not an 'it' and if you ever dare call him that again you can expect absolutely no more help or contact from me or my family." I firmly say.
"Please Tessa this is very important!" Malcom says.
"And so is my son's life, I'm not risking him and his health to help you, as much as I like you I love my son more. Perhaps after he's born I could help you." I calmly say.
"How far along are you?" Malcom asks, looking at my bump.
"Four months, and to an immortal like you, five months isn't much of a wait." I tell him.
"Yes it is! This is so important you couldn't possibly understand! We're supposed to help each other Tessa, warlocks, not help shadowhunters breed like you are!" Malcom snaps.
"I love Jem and I love my children, I didn't have them just to create more shadowhunters, I had them because I wanted them more than anything in this whole world, they may have been surprises but they were the best surprises I ever had, along with Jamie, so don't you dare speak about me and my children as if you know us like Magnus does." I tell him.
"Please Tessa you have to help me." Malcom says.
"I can't! It's literally impossible, I go to the spiral labyrinth and I risk my baby's life, I'm not doing that." I firmly say.
"Tessa, what's going on?" Jem asks, walking up beside me.
"Nothing you should be worried about, goodbye Malcom." I say. As he opens his mouth to speak I shut the door on him, relived when he doesn't start banging on it, screaming and shouting like a toddler having a tantrum.
"Was he bothering you?" Jem asks, concern in his tone.
"Not really, he just wanted me to go to the spiral labyrinth with him but there's no way I would risk our baby by doing that." I say, rubbing my bump.
"Couldn't he have asked Magnus or Ragnor? Even Catrina?" Jem asks.
"He never mentioned Catrina, but Ragnor and Magnus refused to help him too." I say.
"Oh, well maybe Catrina can help him.
I just got a call from Andrew Blackthorn, little Tavvy wants to come for a visit, and my Emma." Jem says.
Little Octavian Blackthorn is the son of Andrew and Eleanor Blackthorn, brother to twins Tiberius and Livia and also to Drusilla, Mark, Helen and Julian. Emma is the daughter of John and Cordelia Carstairs, descendants of Jem's. She spends most of her time in Los Angeles with her parents and the Blackthorns but she does love Jem, and he loves her. John and Cordelia named he and I her legal guardians. It's normal for a shadowhunters to be given guardians at birth, but Emma's parents didn't know very many worth the position, so they left it, until recently.
I'm delighted the little ones want to come for a visit, Tavvy is a little sweetheart and Emma is a wonderful young girl with so much potential.
"Oh when?" I ask.
There's a rap on the door and Jem says
"Is now too soon?". I grin as I open the door and say
"Of course not."
Andrew has little Tavvy in his arms, while Cordelia and John stand beside them, with Emma and a boy with curling brown hair and sea coloured eyes, beside them. I recognize the boy as Julian, and remember how inseparable he and Emma are.
Tavvy squeals in delight when he sees Jem and I and reaches for us.
I happily take the two-year-old into my arms and cuddle him close, longing for the day I get to hold the little boy growing inside me, in my arms.
"Nana." Tavvy softly says, burying his face in my collar bone. Tavvy calls Jem and I Nana and grandpa- like Rosie will- but Mark, Helen, Julian, the twins and Dru just call us 'Tessa and Jem'. I don't mind what they call me, so long as I get to be a part of their lives.
"Hello my beautiful boy." I softly coo, running my hand through his gorgeous, curly brown hair.
When I sit down with him a few minutes later, he puts his hand on my belly and looks at me with curiosity in his beautiful little eyes.
"Why big?" He innocently asks me.
"Well, because there's a baby in there, and in a few months he'll come out and meet us all." I softly explain. Tavvy softly gasps and warps his arms around my waist, resting his little curly head on my bump.
"Baby be my best friend. I keep safe!" He says. I rub his back and say
"Yes he will baby, thank you sweetheart, I know you will."
I can't believe how lucky I am, to have these beautiful children, my beautiful descendants, in my life, along with my gorgeous children, my wonderful husband, my beautiful granddaughter and my best friend, I don't know what I did to deserve this after all the torture I've been through, but I couldn't be more grateful or happier, things are pretty much perfect.
*JACE'S P.O.V.*
"I really don't know what to do about school Jace, it's so hard but I need a good GPA but it's incredibly hard to maintain my grades." Clary tells me, as we walk through the park with Rosie in her stroller.
Poor Clary has really been finding school a struggle since she went back after having Rose, I was lucky enough to be able to get right back into the swing of things, but poor Clary isn't. I want her to succeed and be able to go the college she wants. We've been talking about careers lately; I think I'd either like to be a tutor (to shadowhunter children) or a full time shadowhunter. Clary found out about the shadow world when were fourteen, her mom and dad kept it from her because of Valentine Morgenstern, Jocelyn's ex-husband who slaughtered thousands of innocent downworlders and tried to take down the accords. Clary was freaked out at first and pretty mad at her parents, and me for not telling her anything, but soon she calmed down and realised we were just trying to keep her safe.
"Is there anything in particular you're struggling with?" I ask her.
"Math, Biology and French." She says. Oh, they are tough subjects and Clary has always been terrible at maths, I'm quite good at it, but she can't stand it one bit.
"Okay I can help you with Math and Biology and maybe Simon could help you with French? It's cheaper than paying for tuition." I gently tell her.
"You don't mind?" She asks me. Of course I don't, I'd do anything to help Clary get her dream. Before we had Rosie Clary had always said she'd wanted to do something in art, because she loves art and is astounding at it, but shortly after we had Rosie, she turned to me and told me she wants to be a special needs assistant. I think she would be perfect for the job and I think she's amazing for reaching for her dream which is so big, even after everything she's been through. I love her so much and I couldn't be more proud of her.
"Of course not, I want you to succeed no matter what, Clare, I love you." I say, placing my hand onto of hers, on the handle of the stroller. She smiles softly at me and says
"Thank you so much, I love you too."
Soon after Rosie starts to get cranky and fussy, so we stop at a café to change her diaper and feed her. Clary has never been afraid to breast feed Rosie in public, even though she gets a lot of rude comments. It just makes me all the prouder, no one should ever be ridiculed or shamed for feeding their baby, no one would care if Clary was giving Rosie a bottle, so I don't see why they care when she breastfeeds, you can't even see anything, Clary prefers to cover herself with a blanket so that only the top of Rosie's head is visible.
Like I've said a hundred times, I couldn't be prouder of her.
*CLARY'S P.O.V*
Shortly after Jace and I sit down outside the café and I start to feed Rosie, Jace keeps staring at someone, so I turn to see who it is.
And it just turns out to be a stranger, a man with platinum hair, broad shoulders and high cheek bones. The rune for near sightedness I have on allows me to see this man also has piercing black eyes.
"Jace, stop staring you're being rude!" I tell him, when I turn to look at him, fear and disbelief are written all over his face. What on earth is wrong?
"Jace? Jace what's wrong?" I worriedly ask, placing a hand on his arm, as the man rises from his table and starts to walk in our direction, though I'm sure he'll walk past us, so I'm not worried or freaked out.
"Clary" He whispers "Don't you have any idea who that is?" Jace asks, as the man draws closer. Of course I don't, does he?
"No of course not, do you?" I ask.
"Yes! Clary that's Valentine Morgenstern."
I really hoped you enjoyed. Just so you know, Jace knows Valentine to see from textbooks.
I'm sorry if I got anything about the American education system wrong, it's completely different to the Irish education system.
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