"Max said his first word today," Alec said behind the camera. The pride was evident in his voice. "I just texted Isabelle, she was so excited. The entire family probably knows about it by now." Magnus was feeding Max, who was wriggling in his high chair and banging his spoon happily. "Max, can you say it again? Say 'Papa.' Can you say 'Papa'?" Alec asked.
Max burbled in reply, baby food smeared around his mouth.
"How about 'Daddy'?" Magnus suggested. "Or 'Dada'?"
Alec laughed. "He said 'Papa' earlier, didn't you, Max? I guess he's not going to do it for the camera."
Magnus spooned the last of Max's breakfast into his mouth, wiping his face gently with the edge of his bib. "There. All gone!"
Max giggled, waving his pudgy fists at the camera. Magnus lifted him from his high chair.
"You sure you're not gonna say 'Papa' again, Max?" Alec asked their son. "Auntie Izzy will be so disappointed. She's probably on her way right now."
"I still think you should say 'Dada.' I think Daddy's secretly jealous that I was your first word." Magnus smirked at Alec.
"I'm not," Alec protested, laughing.
"Dada," Max cooed. His parents stopped talking.
A grin spread across Magnus's face. "Two words," he said, "in less than half an hour. Grandma is going to be over the moon."
"My clever boy," Alec cooed back at Max, scooping him into his arms and handing Magnus the camera. "My clever little blueberry."
The doorbell rang.
"Isabelle," Magnus and Alec said in unison. Magnus went to open the door, giving Alec the camera. His voice could be heard: "Ah, I thought the whole family would be here. Come in, come in. Max said 'Dada' in the time it took you to get here."
Footsteps neared the kitchen – Robert's heavy footfalls, Isabelle's high heels, Maryse's squeaking new shoes. Jace and Clary were laughing while Isabelle eagerly asked Magnus for details. They poured into the kitchen, and Max and Alec waved. The recording finished just as Max's aunts and uncles and grandparents were greeting him.