Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare
"Clary?" No response.
"Clary, honey?" Still no response.
"Clary, wake up! I just realised something." Jace prodded her shoulder for good measure.
Clary 'hmm'-ed back but didn't move or even open her eyes. Jace rolled to spoon her so he could whisper into her ear.
"Do you remember when I told you I wanted a big family, like the Blackthorns? Maybe 6-8 kids?"
"Yeah..." Clary replied sleepily. "Well, about that. I have a theory.
"Since you're a half-angel and I'm half angel, our kids would either be not angelic, half-angel or a full angel," Jace explained.
"Your point?" muttered Clary, slightly irritated. She just wanted to get some sleep.
"My point is, if we have six children, we'll probably have two non-angels, two half-angels and two full angels," Jace concluded.
Now Clary was wide awake. "So you're telling me, the more kids we have, the higher the chances of having a literal angel inside me?" Clary asked, panicking.
"Yup," Jace responded, popping the 'p'.
"How about we just have one kid? Ask my mom and Luke. They're content with just me," Clary tried to reason with Jace.
Jace chuckled, "Sure, honey, whatever you want."
"Wait, seriously?" asked Clary, surprised. She didn't expect Jace to give in that easily.
"Yes, seriously," Jace answered, "I'm not worried. Once you lay eyes on our first baby, you'll be begging for more."
Clary glared at Jace and slammed her pillow into his face. "Go to sleep, Jace."
"Of course, honey," Jace replied, between his fits of laughter.