Before we start off I would just like to say that I am sorry for not updating for a few months, but my life has been crazy and I also am struggling with what to do with this story. I want to skip ahead a lot but I also want to try and bring both fathers back into it, maybe make them good or keep them bad? Any suggestions are very very welcome! Also sorry for posting this at the top instead of my usual bottom but I have a question for you down there! So with out further annoyance from me... The chapter!

Valentine POV

I walk into my class room thinking, yet again, about my children. Sometimes I am no more than 20 feet from them but they both refuse to even acknowledge my presence. I understand that walking out of their lives when they were younger was a bad decision on my part, but surely they have enough kindness in their hearts to at least acknowledge me.

I go through my first 3 classes on auto pilot still thinking about my children, especially Clary who is carrying my first grandchild. The only down side is that I can't even talk to her to find out how she is after her fainting spell in my class room.

I understand know that the way I first reacted when I saw my children probably wasn't the best way someone reacts when they see their children for the first time in over 14 years. But seeing the way Clary and Jon both stiffened when they first saw me and the way her boyfriend, Jace, reacted just knocked on a switch in my head and the Valentine that I spent years trying to get rid of came out. I didn't mean to be so horrible and unfair to them, and I would love to apologise. Even to Jocelyn.

I knew that they came to this school two years ago when Jocelyn issued me divorce papers. I had to wait for 2 years for a job to come up in that school and then it isn't even in my chosen speciality. Then I ruin all my chances at maybe being someone that my kids would smile at in the hall. I don't even care if they don't want me to be their father, I'll settle for just being a friend and getting to know my children.

I know running out on them 14 years ago wasn't my greatest move, but I couldn't stay there any longer. The love for me had gone out of Jocelyn's eyes and the way that Jon and Clary would both rather be with their mother than me set something off inside me. I had to leave in order to ensure that my children had a better upbringing and less strict than my own. Hoping that in doing so they would be more outgoing and willing to do things. Not the way I was raised where I was kicked out for getting Jocelyn pregnant when we were only 17, the same age that my baby girl is now. I cannot phantom how my parents threw me out knowing that we were giving them a grandchild, which turned into grandchildren when Jocelyn caught with Clary 2 and a half months after Jon. I would give anything to have forgiveness from my daughter and son and to be given the chance to apologise to them would be just as amazing.

If only I wasn't an asshole and got a chance to speak to them about my life before I had to blow up in their faces. The rest of my day's classes go by in a blur and before I know it I'm on my way home to my partner. Lilian understands my pain and how I lash out when I'm in pain and I couldn't thank her enough for being my rock for the last 6 weeks that I had been at this school. She has told me numerous times to let it be and if it's to happen then it will. All in due course.

Before I can get in my car I hear a throat clearing I whip my head around. My mouth falls open. Stood in front of me is the one person I never thought I'd get to speak to again. Even though I'd dreamed of it happening.

"Hello Valentine." The person said, fidgeting from one foot to the other.

"Clary…" Everything I imagined saying to her in this situation evaporated from my thoughts.

"So, I don't want to make a big fuss or anything and I certainly do not want you as a father in my life, I have one of them and Luke is the best father I could ever ask for." She says moving around again from foot to foot.

"I understand one hundred percent Clary. All I want is a chance to apologise. And maybe in the future, just a chance to have a few updates every now and again on how your life is going. I don't want to be your father, well actually I don't mean that, I'd love to be your dad but I know that you don't need me. I'd love to be your friend. Today I'd settle for being acquaintances with you just to have you talk to me." I tell her. I see her sigh and she seems to feel more comfortable around me.

"I just… umm… I need to know about your family history. The doctor needs to know if there are any problems that could arise so I need to know all the family problems that anyone had your side. Things like if anyone had preeclampsia or any other pregnancy problems." She says and I smile at her.

"No one had any problems during their pregnancies as far as I know. If I may ask, how is your pregnancy going?" I ask her itching to know any details about her life.

"It's going fine. Both of them are okay." She says rubbing her stomach. Then it clicks in my head what she said.

"Both?" My eyes must be as wide as plates as I look at my daughter.

"Yeah, its twins." She says looking lovingly down at her growing bump. "Fraternal." She says answering a question I hadn't asked.

"That's amazing. I wish you and Jace the best. You let me know if you need anything okay? Absolutely anything. Money, a place to stay someone to talk to I'll do anything to have you and your brother in my life, along with anyone else that you bring into it." I mention to her, hoping to get into her good books.

"Thank you but I don't need any money. I have a job with Idris Arts." She says shyly. I gape at her, the proudness shining in my eyes. "Well, thanks for letting me know about the family history. And thanks for, you know, everything else you've said. I'll think about what you said." With that she walks away. I stand there for a little while longer looking after my daughter. Two grandbabies. I wonder how Stephen Herondale is dealing with this. I quickly jump into my car and make my way home thinking about phoning Stephen.

When I get into the house Lillian isn't at home and there's a note that says she's gone to the store and will be back in an hour. I quickly make my way into the study and grab my phone looking through and when I click on Stephen's name I call it.

After three rings the other end is picked up. "Stephen Herondale." He says in greeting.

"Stephen its Valentine, Valentine Morgenstern." I say into the phone.

"Agh yes the biological father of the girl who has ruined my son's life."

"She has done no such thing! I've seen them together Stephen. The love in their eyes is like nothing I have ever seen before. They look at each other with more love combined than the amount we gave our wives back in the day." I say defending Clary as much as I could.

"And look where that left us Val. Your divorced and haven't been with your wife for 15 years and my wife has run off to be with our rebellious son who thinks he knows what he wants to do and won't go to college because of your daughter."

"From what I have heard from the teachers in this school, Jace and Clary have both been better in school and are both aiming to finish with in the next 4 months. And even before they were together Jace would only say about what college he wanted to go to after listening to Clary talk about where she wanted to go. Anyway I have talked to Clary and she's told me that she and Jace are both dealing with this pregnancy and not actually having any support from any of the parents. I believe that if we give them the chance that we'd see that even if they are young parents that they can do something with their lives. Clary has been hired by Idris Arts for her paintings. I'm not sure about Jace but they have the money the need to look after their children."

"Wait children?" He asks the shock evident in his voice.

"Yes, I believe that they found out that they are having fraternal twins. They are 14 weeks Monday I believe." I say unsure how he wouldn't know this information. "Has Celine not told you about it?" I ask, thinking back to what he said earlier in the conversation about her 'running off'.

"I haven't spoken to her for nearly 6 weeks." He says. The sadness evident in his voice.

"Stephen. I believe were both in the same predicament. Both of us have been outcast by our families for similar reasons, but one of us can fix it, and that one person isn't me. My advice for you my old friend would be to come home and hear your son out. Don't throw him under the bus for something similar to what we both did, being young parents, remember your only a year older than me and I was 18 having Clary, nearly 19." I remind him and hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. Before he can say anything I hear the front door opening. "I have to go but please. Think about what I've said." With that I hung up the phone and walk down the stairs to tell Lilian all about my day, and how it was made all the better because Clary came up and talked to me.

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I'm sorry its not a lot but it's something! Anyway question! fraternal or identical? And sexes? Please let me know in a review! Also CWTCHES and Nadolig Llawen! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Holidays! Or what ever else is said where you live! More CWTCHES!