"Right, well…"

He left it just hanging there in the air, everyone turning to him expectantly but he had nowhere else to go. He caught Magnus' eye and pleaded with him silently.

"So, what shall we do now?" the Warlock addressed everyone in response. Alec groaned quietly enough that no one heard.

"Well," Aline said with a small sigh. "I guess we should talk about the details."

"Details?" he enquired.

"Well, we need to work out how we should be going about this, plan out some timings. You know, that sort of thing," she told them sensibly.

"I'm ovulating right now," Helen said with a smile. Alec almost had a heart attack.

"You want to get started right now?" Magnus asked uncertainly.

"Why not?" Helen replied enthusiastically and placed her hand on Aline's shoulder. "The next opportunity won't be for another month."

Magnus turned and faced him squarely. "What do you think Alec? Because it is entirely up to you. Please don't feel under any pressure, you can lead this." He had deliberately blocked out Helen and Aline from Alec's view, though he could tell they were shifting nervously in anticipation.

"Ok, stupid question, but what exactly do I have to do?" he asked quietly, directed at all of them though he was looking directly at Magnus.

"Yeah, that is something I wanted to ask you about actually," Helen said with a concerned expression. "Before we go any further I wanted to get both of your opinions on a 'natural' conception."

Alec could practically feel the heat radiating from Magnus. He would have leapt backwards and out of the Warlock's way if they hadn't all been seated around a table.

"Absolutely not," Magnus told her firmly and he could tell Helen tensed and went to grab whatever weapon was concealed in her belt loop out of defensive instinct. "Not a chance in hell that is ever going to happen." Alec was sure he heard the distinct crackle of magic.

"Ok ok," Aline said hurriedly, holding out her arms to try and calm down the situation.

"And what is Alec's opinion?" Helen asked bravely and defiantly.

Alec gulped, knowing he was going to have to speak and give his opinion about something very serious.

"Well?" Magnus said angrily, his eyes blazing towards Alec when he didn't reply immediately.

"Well what?" Alec ventured.

"You can't seriously think it is a good idea!" Magnus stormed. It wasn't a question.

"I'm sorry – think what is a good idea? I think I'm a little lost," Alec mumbled to no one in particular.

"Would you consider a natural conception?" Helen asked him softly, her eyes bright and eager though her expression was fixed into a practiced mask of calmness.

"Well you don't have to sound so enthusiastic!" Aline interrupted and folded her arms about her chest, scowling at her wife. Magnus huffed too, in an echoing temperament.

"And – um – when you say 'naturally' you mean…?"

"Oh for fuck sake Alec," Magnus huffed. "Would you consider sleeping with Helen?"

Alec felt the colour drain from his face. Which was surprising, because usually he blushed furiously in these sort of situations. But something about that insinuation made him feel more ill than embarrassed.

"Um… I. Wow, I have no idea what to say. I mean, I am sure you are… great… but, um…"

"I think we can all agree that was a definite 'no' right?" Magnus said allowed, now a slight smirk at the corner of his lips.

"Well in that case," said Helen, forever practical and clearly very keen to progress the whole idea to the next stage, "we will need 'the goods' so to speak." She smiled sweetly at Alec. "And by goods I mean…"

"We all know what you mean," Aline quipped, her arms still folded about her and still looking rather irked.

Alec could feel the colour returning to his face with fervour. "When?" he asked meekly.

"As soon as possible? We can stay for a couple of days… If that's alright with you?" Helen looked hurriedly between Alec and Magnus.

Alec was relieved to see his husband smile contentedly in agreement. "Sure," Alec told her, his voice quavering.

"Wow – we are really going to do this," Aline announced after a few moments of awkward silence. She took Helen's hand in her own and squeezed, all trace of her being upset now completely dissipated.

"We are really going to do this," Alec echoed and took Magnus' hand in his own. The Warlock smiled at him, his beautiful eyes half-full with tears.

He's scared Alec realised and he squeezed his hand that little bit harder.

"Would anyone like some more wine?" Helen asked and they all held up their glasses at the same time. A fit of giggling ensued.

They were actually doing this. Alec couldn't help but think I'm going to have a baby. He felt light and giddy and tremendously happy, despite the pounding of his blood in his ears as his stomach twisted in fear. But it was the good kind of fear and he accepted his wine graciously and proposed a toast.

"To family," he said.

And everyone agreed.

Alec wrung his hands in anticipation as Jace and Izzy walked into his small office. His sister still looked deathly ill and he frowned as he looked up from his fake notes on his fake paperwork that he had pretended to be doing.

"Don't look at me like that – you said you wanted to see me," she told him sternly as she wobbled and quickly took a seat.

"Yes, but I didn't mean to come and see me if you were so ill you might collapse at any second. I thought that was a standard thing? Don't try and struggle to unimportant meetings if you are too ill to stand?"

"Don't think there are any actual rules about it. But standard practice I would say." Jace shot Isabelle a look that said, 'I told you so'.

"Well how was I supposed to know it wasn't important?"

"Um… because the note said 'don't worry too much – not that important'" Alec reminded her.

"To be fair, it's you, and even if you were under attack from a Greater demon you would send a note saying 'don't worry too much – not that important'," Jace countered. Alec narrowed his eyes at him, a little annoyed he couldn't count on his parabatai's support.

"Anyway, I wanted to speak to you both in private because – well – you are my siblings and my immediate family… and, well, I wanted the both of you to be the first people I told…"

"It's a bit late for you to come out to us you know," Jace said deadpan. Izzy hit him across the shoulder, though the action was lazy and weak, unlike his sister at all.

"Just spit it out Alec," Isabelle ventured, though not unkindly.

"Me and Magnus have decided that we are going to start a family."

It felt good to get the news out and he could actually feel the excitement filling up inside him. Jace beamed and congratulated him.

"Isabelle?"

She had gone quiet and was staring strangely at both of them. "Sorry – that's great news," she told him, smiling weakly. "And, not to sound indelicate, but how exactly is this going to happen?"

"Oh wow I just had a mental image of a heavily pregnant Magnus that I will never get out of my head," Jace quipped and shuddered to labour the point.

"We are going to have a baby with Helen and Aline," Alec told her proudly. Isabelle looked startled for a moment and Alec realised he had never told her about it and he felt awkward.

"Oh – so – which one will be the mother?" she asked, trying not to sound too surprised.

"Yeah, Magnus, Helen or Aline?" Jace interrupted.

"Ah – that's the other thing. We may be having a baby with both of them," Alec admitted, ignoring his parabatai expertly.

Jace barked a laugh. "So it's two babies now? Bloody hell you two are brave."

"Ok, you guys don't think we are being stupid about this do you?" Alec asked them both timidly, suddenly doubting himself.

Suddenly, Alec found himself wrapped up in a huge Jace hug. "For what it's worth, I think you are going to be the best father in the world," he whispered.

"Congratulations," Isabelle told him as she stood up.

"Are you…"

She looked as though she was about to faint again.

"I'm fine," she said as she wobbled and went even paler. "I just need to go back to bed I think."

With that she left, leaving Jace and Alec staring worriedly at her as she went.

"I'm really worried about her," he confided to Jace.

"Me too," his brother agreed.

After some general inane chatter with Jace, Alec decided it was probably best to go and look in on Isabelle. He would have been lying if he had said he wasn't very slightly perturbed to find his sister sleeping soundly with Simon by her side, holding her hand tenderly.

"She keeps throwing up, so I thought I would stay with her," Simon told him defensively and looking like a rabbit caught in headlights. It took Alec a moment to realise that Simon was probably worried that he would get hit in the face.

"It's ok – thank you for looking after her."

"I guess she has been through a lot," Simon sighed and gazed at the sleeping Isabelle with a mixture of sadness and longing.

Alec could only agree.

"You know, for me, it's like no time has passed. I still love her. She's still Izzy, my unbelievably cool kick-ass girlfriend," Simon mused with melancholy. "But we aren't sixteen anymore. We are both actual real-life adults now. It's kinda scary."

"Being a responsible adult? Or not remembering the best part of the last five years?" The words tumbled out without him thinking and he went to apologise immediately, but Simon cut him off with a jovial laugh.

"I meant being a responsible adult, but amnesia is also scary as hell you know," Simon told him. His face darkened and he turned serious. "I can't believe what I put her through – I can't bear that I have caused this."

"None of this is your fault, Simon," Alec told him sincerely. "Isabelle has been through so much – but she has you back now. And you still love her right? Because she still loves you."

"Of course I still love her. But does she really still love me? What about… Peter is it?"

Alec wrinkled his nose in concentration, seeking an answer to that one though none seemed to come.

"Isabelle still loves you Simon." It was the one thing he was sure of – nothing else really seemed to make much sense to him about his sister's life at the moment.

Simon sighed heavily. "I just… When I found out that I had actually been gone for five years I'd have expected her to be… well, happy I guess. Happy I was back."

"You know what Isabelle is like," Alec smirked at him. "Always expect the unexpected".

He left them there together, conscious he was intruding despite Isabelle's lack of consciousness, and went to the kitchen for a snack where he found Magnus balancing precariously on the back legs of a chair. Alec hated it when he did this and had recounted to his husband on numerous occasions the dangers of leaning back in a chair. The Warlock was reading some thin parchment covered in faded black swirls of what Alec presumed was writing. He made a point of huffing audibly, which had the intended effect of startling Magnus and making him put all four legs of the chair firmly on the floor.

"Sorry," Magnus muttered reflexively, causing Alec to just sigh in exasperation because he knew that was all he was going to get out of him.

"What're you reading?"

"Hm?" The Warlock was clearly distracted.

"I said, 'what are you reading?'" Alec took an apple from a fruit bowl and crunched into it.

Magnus pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I only wish I knew," he responded gloomily.

"Please don't tell me you're reading about icky necromancy stuff again. You know if gives you insomnia."

"'Icky'? What, are you twelve?"

"And grumpy… so clearly you are."

"Come here," Magnus rasped at him, placing the parchment down onto the table carefully and focussed entirely on Alec, as if nothing else in the world existed. Alec threw his apple into the trash in the opposite corner of the room before straddling Magnus' lap and winding his fingers into the Warlock's hair. Magnus smiled at him. "Nice shot," he told him.

"My mad Shadowhunter skill set includes half eaten apple disposal," Alec told him with a smirk and then kissed his husband's forehead. "How is Camille?"

"She had some water today and ate a whole twinky. We are definitely seeing improvements."

"That's good." Alec smiled, genuinely pleased. Even Camille didn't deserve to waste away in the New York Institute Sanctuary.

"Thank you," Magnus whispered. "Thank you for being so strong for everyone whilst I try to work out all this 'Vampires brought back for the dead' shit."

Alec rolled his eyes. "I may seem like a chill guy who takes everything life has to throw at him in his stride, but underneath it all I am a complete mess."

"I would never have described you as a "chill guy". Ever."

Alec thwacked his arm lightly. "Should we tell Helen and Aline to postpone? To give us some time for us to work everything out before we start trying?"

Magnus' eyes shimmered slightly. "What are you saying? I mean, you can always change your mind if you want to put off having children. I just thought…"

"For the Angel's sake I am not changing my mind! Stop being so paranoid Magnus!"

The Warlock bit the inside of his lip and looked away pensively. Alec knew he had lost him.

"Right. I had better go and finish off the cataloguing in the library. Clary is making pie for everyone and she is going to surreptitiously make a little extra so that Helen and Aline don't catch on we are harbouring Dangerous Ex-Dead Criminals."

"Don't go," Magnus pleaded as Alec got up.

"I've got to. I'll speak to you later." He gave his husband a peck on the cheek and then left him sat there pondering. Magnus had never been a ponderer, but his transition into mortality had seen him become slight more contemplative. He was now a lot more paranoid than he used to be, although Alec wondered whether that was some of his own personality rubbing off. He did worry sometimes (he was expert level at worrying) that Magnus was becoming a little bit too human. Of course, he would love Magnus whatever happened, but there was a part of Alec that missed the confidence only someone who was immortal could have. The Warlock now had a whole lot of mortality to deal with and Alec noticed how this would drive his husband to panic at the very slightest thing.

He was worried that Magnus was worrying too much.

He could certainly empathise better than most, being a natural worrier. Was this what he used to be like? They definitely needed a holiday.

He mustn't keep worrying. He wouldn't keep worrying. He just had to focus and try to decipher a demon language whose complicated meaning had been lost for centuries. Not worry about having a baby. Well, Alec having a baby. What if Alec didn't want to have a baby anymore? Perhaps he had said or done something without realising that had made Alec change his mind. What if Alec didn't want them to have a baby together?
He sighed and rubbed his head.

"Hey," Clary greeted him cheerfully as she entered the kitchen.

"Hello Biscuit. You seem to be in good spirits." He hadn't meant for it to sound like he was accusing her.

"Focussing on the positives. Simon is back and I am going to make my very first pie. Are you ok?" she asked him with a smirk, pulling out various pots and pans from the cupboards.

"Fine," he told her unconvincingly.

"Well I won't pry."

"No, of course you wouldn't. Plus, you have enough going on right now. Wouldn't want to burden you."

"Magnus…" she started reproachfully.

"Sorry. Sometimes I just cannot hold back my acerbic wit. I didn't mean it like that." He smiled at her, turning on his charm to full power. But he never seemed to have any effect on the red-head, who appeared to be completely oblivious to his charms. She narrowed her eyes and considered him.

"It's like you're hiding something. I mean, who would have thought? Magnus Bane harbouring a secret?"

"Now you are being sarcastic," he told her with a huff. She gave a short, melodic laugh.

"Congratulations by the way," she said suddenly and enthusiastically, her pretty green eyes widening in glee. Magnus expertly arched one of his very beautifully shaped eyebrows at her.

"The baby?"

Magnus felt his jaw slacken a little and his chin hit the floor. He was lost for words. He was not often lost for words.

"Jace told me," she offered in explanation and then continued to busy herself around the kitchen, pulling out various bags of ingredients and looking at them with a great deal of suspicion, as if they may transform at any moment into a demon.

"Well Jace should learn to keep his mouth shut."

"Ok what's wrong? Seriously?" She wheeled to face him, a determined glint in her eyes. He looked away from her penetrating stare.

"That was the best insult for Jace you could come up with? There is something seriously wrong. I am wondering if I should drive you to hospital."

"I am just… worried." Admitting it was the toughest part, right?

Clary's tough expression broke into a sickly sweet sympathetic smile and, without warning, she appeared in front of him and pushed herself onto him, hugging him tightly. She may be small but she was actually quite strong. He tried to wriggle away, but she held firm enough.

"What are you worried about?" she asked softly.

"Everything." He hadn't meant to say anything, the word just escaped. "I'm not sure Alec really does want to have a family with me. I think he is having second thoughts." There he went again, as if Clary's embrace was actually squeezing truths out of him that he would not ever have shared with his friends.

"And why would you think that?"

"I… don't know." He was beginning to annoy himself now. "It's just a feeling I guess."

"Oh Magnus. It's called paranoia. Everyone gets it." She broke away from the hug and continued to smile encouragingly at him.

"I don't," he argued. But then he saw her rather doubtful look and amended, "at least I never used to."

"Try not to worry too much. This is an exciting and happy time. You're going to try for a baby. It makes everything else seem pretty insignificant when you think that you and Alec will be responsible for a whole other life"

Magnus stared at her wide-eyed and horror-stricken. No, he hadn't really considered the enormity of the responsibility that lay ahead. Another thing to add to his list of worries then.

He left the kitchen quickly, determined to find his husband. The last thing he wanted was to make Alec worry too, but he just really needed to be with his Shadowhunter. He was turning into an emotional wreck. Soon, his entire reputation would be ruined.

He stopped a little short of the entrance to the library out of instinct, hearing voices from within.

"I just don't want things to be awkward between us."

The French accent gave it away as Mathieu's voice.

"No – not at all – I completely agree. We should just put everything behind us and start afresh," Alec responded, though Magnus could detect a nervousness in his voice that made him think he was not being entirely honest. He remembered that Alec had been really freaked out by Mathieu's attentions, despite Magnus assuring him that this was just how Europeans expressed affection.

"Yes, I would like that. Would you like me to help you put some of these books away?"

"Sure. Thanks." Magnus noted that Alec had seemed to relax then. There was the sound of movement, books clattering on the shelves and two people moving around in a kind of awkward silence. Magnus decided it was finally safe to go in, when Alec's voice stopped him in his tracks once more.

"Um… sorry."

"No need to apologise." Mathieu's voice purred. Magnus' skin tingled.

"I – uh."

"Shhh, you do not need to say anything. You are aware that I am happy to accommodate."

Magnus almost threw up. Now he was used to people undressing him with their eyes and flirting and giggling and throwing in the odd innuendo when they spoke to him. He was extraordinarily sexy after all. Alec was also gorgeous, obviously, and also received a good deal of interest. But this was not the usual flirting or even bold attempts to get into Alec's pants. This was decidedly creepy.

Magnus flung his back against the corridor wall and muttered a quick spell. He touched his fingertips to the plaster and was able to see into the room.

"Ummm…" Alec's voice resonated in the cavernous library.

Mathieu was currently stood too close to his husband over at the far shelves.

"Like I have said before, I find you very attractive Alec," Mathieu told him, his voice deep and a little hypnotic. "And you are very young. You should be tasting of all the flowers, not settling down. It is unhealthy."

Blue sparks emanated from Magnus' fingertips, quite voluntarily.

"Is that what you think?"

Well that was the last thing Magnus expected to hear. His husband sounded unsure. Tempted even. The crackle of furious magical energy that thrummed through him suddenly died. He felt cold to his bones and utterly wretched. And yet he could not look away.

Mathieu had backed Alec into a wall. Literally. He was close, pressing against him and, although Alec stood more than a head taller than the French Shadowhunter, he made Alec appear shrunken and small in some way.

Normally, Magnus would have flown to him. His rage and wrath would have been something terrible to behold. But there was this little niggling panic circulating through his body. What if Alec was falling for this? Worse, what if Alec wanted this.

"It is what I think, yes. Perhaps you need to learn to live a little bit? I could show you."

"Does everyone really think I am that boring?"

That cold fear that had numbed and deadened him suddenly burned brightly and he felt his heart pound erratically.

Mathieu laughed. It was not a horrible laugh. It was actually a very lovely laugh: warm and inviting and full of mirth.

"I do not think you are boring. But I do think you have settled too soon. There are better options than being tied to a Warlock."

Now he felt like he was going to cry. All logic escaped him. He was furiously angry and yet somehow rooted to the spot. There was nothing he could do about it. He was losing the only thing in the world that really meant anything to him and he could not stop it.

"You mean like you?"

Alec's voice was calm and assured now, as if he had already made up his mind. Now, his husband did not look so small but was meeting Mathieu's gaze with intensity and a slight smirk on his lips.

"Let's get a couple of things straight." With an impossibly swift movement of the Nephilim, Alec grabbed Mathieu by the throat and bodily lifted him away. The French Shadowhunter flailed and twisted wildly, completely surprised by the change in his circumstances. Magnus thought his heart had stopped.

"Firstly, I may be young but I know my own heart. I love my husband. I am not, under any circumstance, interested in anyone else. He is it for me. I intend to continue living my life at his side and having a family. If you have a problem with that, or cannot seem to grasp this concept in your tiny, narrow-minded brain then I suggest you leave here instantly before I contact the Council to tell them of this sexual harassment. Secondly, even if this was not the case and I was not married to the most phenomenally sexy man in the entire world whom I loved more than my own life, I would not, under any circumstance, choose you. Do you understand? I would sleep with the entire population of the East Coast before you even came close to consideration. Hell, I would sleep with a horde of Dragon Demons before I would go anywhere near you. An furthermore, if you attempt to touch me in an inappropriate way ever again I will rip your head from your shoulders."

Then Alec let Mathieu go, who was by now panting for breath. Mathieu clutched at his throat and attempted to suck in all of the oxygen he could. Magnus found he could not breathe properly either. He still felt like crying, but for an entirely different reason now. Why on earth had he been so paranoid? This was his Alec. He could be sure of him always. His husband and the love of his life.

"Now, I am going to allow you to continue here for the time being, because Paul would be upset if you left suddenly. But I will be asking the Clave for a replacement trainer and will allow you to stay and continue teaching Paul until this can be sorted out. Paul is not to know of this and neither is anyone else. Not that you would find sympathy with anyone within these walls. Don't come near me ever again."

Magnus started as he heard Alec's footsteps coming towards him. He didn't know why exactly, but he quickly hid around the corner and waited for Alec to storm off in the other direction. He wanted to hug Alec and thank him and tell him how much he loved him and how sorry he was for ever doubting him, even if only for a moment. But he held back, unsure if Alec would be angry that Magnus had not intervened and helped.

He poked his head around the door of the library. Mathieu was crouched on the floor, massaging his neck in a gingerly way. Magnus smirked evilly – he would think up something particularly nasty for this scum, before following Alec.

He reached the top of the stairway and watched his husband walk into Isabelle's room. He decided it would be best to go and wash his face in some cold water first. To try and bring himself to his senses. He was sure Isabelle would look after her brother before Magnus could get to him and comfort him after that horrible experience.

But when he reached the bathroom he broke down and began to sob. He wasn't even sure why. Probably hormones, which never seemed to be a problem when he was immortal. He hadn't appreciated until that very moment all the complicated events that had happened since he and Alec had returned from their honeymoon. Only a few weeks ago he had never even imagined that he would get to be a father. But how good a father would he be to bring a child into a world where a Prince of Hell was plotting some diabolical plan and resurrecting his dead friends? He didn't really have much to go on in terms of solid father figures after all.

Suddenly everything seemed overwhelming. Magnus was good at sorting out other people's lives. He had always got by previously just floating along, enjoying himself, being the High Warlock of Brooklyn of course and helping tremendously with the Downworlder community. That was before Alec. And thank the Angel for that. He hadn't even realised before Alec that he merely existed; he had never really lived, despite his crazy adventures and a busy work schedule. And he knew, deep down, that Alec would never stray. But it had come as a shock amidst a fleeting moment of doubt. A doubt now he felt ridiculously guilty for.

Chairman Meow rubbed up against his leg, startling him out of his misery. The cat mewled pensively at him, as if he was asking 'are you ok?' with a level of concern not usually seen amongst the feline species.

Magnus took the small cat in his arms and tickled him affectionately behind his ears.

"You see? I'm fine. Just being silly," he told his furry friend. The Chairman purred furiously in delight for the affection. He plopped the cat back onto the floor and took a deep breath. He supposed everyone had 'moments'. They just didn't happen to him very often. He was undecided about whether he should burden Alec with knowledge of his mini-meltdown, but he knew he needed to see him as soon as possible. Even standing in Alec's presence filled him with warmth.

It was eerily silent outside Isabelle's room so he knocked the door only very lightly, for fear she had fallen asleep and Alec had left. Or maybe Alec was not ok after the altercation in the library? He should have been here sooner, not wallowing by himself.
But after a few moments his husband opened the door with the most startled, rabbit-caught-in-headlights look Magnus had ever seen. He looked perplexed for a moment to see Magnus standing there. Magnus wanted nothing more than to fold him up in a tight hug and never let him go again. That horrible git Mathieu had dared to touch his Alec. He was going to have to exact some serious vengeance.

"What's wrong?" Alec asked, as if Magnus were the one who looked in shock.

Hmmm… maybe he was a little bit in shock.

Magnus, who felt he had gained enough composure by now, just raised an eyebrow at him. "I could ask you the same question."

Alec blinked a couple of times and then stepped aside to let him into the room. Magnus would have to save all hugs and affection for what his husband had gone through in the library for later on.

"It looks like you've been crying," Alec blurted out as Magnus swept past.

"No, just tired and rubbed all my eye makeup off," Magnus lied. And then he saw Isabelle, who he had not noticed before because she appeared to be huddled into the smallest possible shape she could physically accomplish on her bed. "What's happened?" he asked, immediately thinking something bad had happened to Simon. Isabelle looked upset. Not the most upset he had ever seen her, but pretty close. She was weak and pale and looked ill. But there was also a lot of nervous energy around her.

"Ummm..." Alec ventured, but Izzy snapped a look at him that said, 'breathe one word and I will decapitate you.'

"Are you alright sweetie?" Magnus asked her, his genuine concern unable to be masked.

"I'm pregnant," she said simply and turned away from them, as if she could no longer bear looking at another human.

Hello again everyone! I am back and determined to get this (rather epic) fic finished over the next few weeks. To those still following: THANK YOU. Thank you for bearing with me and this story whilst shit happened that meant I had no time to write.
I am still invested in this story 100%. There is lots to come, just to warn you! But we are reaching more dramatically climactic points now, so hopefully it will read a little faster :-)
Thank you once again for sticking by - the next chapter will be posted on Monday at the very latest!
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