I'm back! I know you guys have been waiting, and I'm sorry for the wait, but to make up for it this chapter is over 6000 words, in other words, the longest chapter I have ever written.

Before you start the chapter, I know there is barely any Malec. It's just that this chapter is for the month Magnus was is Paris, so it's mostly Alec and the kids (and some others, who you shall meet). But I wanted the whole month to be in one chapter, so the next one, Magnus will be home. And, there is some Malec, don't you worry :)

For those who are reading Make the Last Year Count, there is a poll on my profile on how much longer the story should be. So, if you want, you can go vote on that.

As promised, I'll answer what you guys said on the last chapter:

manibarilo: This chapter takes place during June, and Alec is staying for about four months (June, July, August and September), so there are three months for Malec time... and maybe more but you'll just have to wait and see :)

JRLink: there will be future point's of view from Magnus, as I did have the second chapter in his POV, but I think you'll be happy by the end of this chapter...

Pia Sawada: neither can I! XD

Midlife-Fan: Thanks :)

The High Warlock of Glitter: Glad you enjoyed it so much :) But yeah, it sometimes takes a while to update as I also have another story and I have school. But I try to update as soon as I can. And I can't wait till you update as well *hint hint*

guest: Your wish is my command :)

Alec POV

Alec had never imagined himself living in any other life then the one back at school. He had never thought he would call another place his home. But here, with the kids, he found himself on several occasions accidentally giving it that title.

Over the month of June, in which Magnus had been off in Paris, Alec had integrated his life into the life in the city smoothly. True, there was a lot to get used to, but he did manage it quite well. While, at first, he didn't know how he would handle being in charge of seven kids, which sometimes became eight if Julian's friend Emma chose to come over, he soon found that he loved spending time with them.

At first, some of the kids had been hesitant to let him in, and quite understandably so, but, with time, they warmed up to him. Of course, that was after they accepted that there was no way they could chase him away, but that wasn't really important. All that mattered was that they did.

And, of course, Alec had spent a lot of time with the kids, from the silly moments to the serious ones. They became closer than Alec ever thought they would.

One afternoon, about a week after Alec's arrival, the kids had practically dragged him into kitchen, the youngest ones all talking excitedly around him.

"Woah, slow down," Alec said. "What is it you want to do? And why are we in the kitchen to do it?"

"We wanna bake something!" Tavvy exclaimed.

"Well, what do you want to bake then?" Alec asked him.

"I don't know…"

"Well, what have you made before?" Alec asked. He didn't want to make something they've made before. He wanted them to try something new.

"We've never baked anything before," Dru told him matter-of-factly.

Alec looked in them in bewilderment. "You've never baked anything before? None of you?"

"All of our food is always made for us," Julian said. "Whenever we step in the kitchen, Claude or Marie sends us out, saying it's not time to eat yet. And if we try and argue, saying that we want to make something, they say they'll make it for us and they send us out all the same. So none of us have ever had a chance to bake something for ourselves."

"Well, Mark and I have baked before, but that was before we were… adopted," she finished sadly, wiping a tear away as if it were nothing . "And, back then, our p-parents didn't let our younger siblings help because they said they were too young. And i don't remember how to do any of it, it was so long ago."

Alec knew there was more to the story of their parents but he decided not to ask. There would be time for that later. Besides, they only knew each other for about a week.

"Well, I guess we could start with something easy, and fun for that matter," he decided. "Cupcakes."

Everyone looked so excited to finally make something of their own and they started without question. They started making two simple batters, vanilla and chocolate. Alec decided to stick to the basics and then let them decorate the treats however they wanted.

They were off to a good start, making the batter quickly and with little mess, and they got the cupcakes in the oven, with only a little dispute over who would get to lick the spoons (Helen convinced Jules and Mark to let their younger siblings have the spoons). However, it was during the decoration stage that things got out of hand. Dru and Julian were fighting over the blue frosting and somehow Dru managed to get frosting in Julian's hair.

And then the food war begun.

Icing was going everywhere, in hair and on faces, on the countertop, the floor, the ceiling; basically anywhere it could reach. Sprinkles were all over the place and the seven children were laughing and shouting, the cupcakes forgotten. At some point, Emma came over, as she did everyday, and Julian immediately attacked with the frosting can.

Alec had tried to stop them at first, groaning over the mess he's have to clean later, but then the siblings seemed to have teamed up against him while he was distracted and trying to get them to stop, and they immediately attacked him with the toppings. Within seconds he was laughing along with them.

In the end they had managed to use most of the frosting and other toppings on themselves, leaving the cupcakes barely frosted and a big mess to take care of. Alec let the kids eat the cupcakes they had and once they were done he said they could run off and do why they wanted while he cleaned.

Tavvy had run up to him again then and latched onto his leg. Alec looked down at the happy boy as said boy said, "Thank you." And he ran off to follow his siblings, leaving Alec with a warm feeling in his heart.

He turned back to clean the mess and he saw Helen had stayed behind.

"I thought you could use a hand," she said kindly, like most things she did.

And Alec smiled to her in thanks, feeling that warm sensation grow.

A few days later found Alec seated at the piano once again. One of the things he was thankful for in this penthouse was the readily supply of instruments. He didn't know how he would manage the whole summer without playing music.

But, as it was, the penthouse had a piano always on display, and, as Alec would learn later that day, a room with guitars and a variety of other instruments, all untouched for years but kept n well condition.

So, back to Alec on the piano. He had been playing every chance he got. Most opportunities came early in the morning or late at night when the kids were in bed. He always played quietly, and only played, so as to not wake anyone up, but today he played with all his heart, holding nothing back, and singing the lyrics to the song as well. Maybe he should have played quieter, for he didn't notice that soon he had a little audience.

Well, he didn't notice until Tavvy tapped him on the shoulder, shaking him out of his world of melodies. He jumped back in surprise and stood up quickly.

"Oh, I-I'm so sorry for waking you up, Tavvy," he stuttered out, not noticing the rest of the siblings who were crouched down at the top of the stairs. "Come on, let's get you back up to bed…"

"No," the little boy exclaimed. "I want to play."

Alec looked from the boy to the piano and back again, making a split decision to go along with it. He sat back down, picked Tavvy up and placed him on his lap.

He placed his hands on the piano, his arms on either side of the small boy, and Tavvy did the same. Alec pressed a few notes and encouraged the boy to do the same. Tavvy pushed down on a few random keys, taking joy out of the sounds each one made, and he got carried away, pressing as many as he could as fast as he could. Alec chuckled as he watched him. The boy's excitement reminded Alec of Max when he had been around the same age. As he got older, his little brother started to get more into manga and would sometimes spend hours reading them, but he was still always excited to see Alec when he came home from school…

Shaking the memory away, Alec said to the boy, "See, it's easy."

Alec heard a laugh from above and looked up to see Dru, Jules, Helen, and Mark all watching from the staircase. But he couldn't see Livvy or Ty. He stood up to get a better view, placing Tavvy on the piano bench, when he heard another laugh but this time from below. Looking under the piano he found said twins looking up at him with wide eyes and smiles.

"Alright, you too, get out from under there," he told them. Looking at the kids at the top of the stairs he added, "and you four might as well join us." They all rushed down the stairs.

"I didn't know you played piano," Helen said.

"Only a little bit," Alec replied. "I'm better on a guitar or a ukulele," he admitted. "I love music, and I plan to teach it back at the school."

Helen's eyes lit up at the mention of the guitar, as did Julian's, Dru's, and the twin's. They all looked at each other, as if silently deciding something.

Whatever it was, they decided on it fairly quickly and Helen spoke up again. "Come," she told Alec, holding her hand out to him. "We want to show you something."

They lead Alec through the penthouse till they reached a set of doors that Alec had never thought to open. Helen stood in front of them, facing Alec with her hands on the both door nobs.

"I think you'll like this," she told him before opening the door. She stood to the side, gesturing for Alec to enter. When he did, the lights turned on as he set his first foot in, and was immediately in awe.

He had entered a room where the walls were lined with guitars, from acoustic to electric, in all styles and colors. In the far corner, there were a few ukuleles, as well as a violin, a flute, a piccolo, and a drum set. On the other side, there was a glass case with a few signed guitars. All the instruments were in prime condition, all clearly regularly dusted, polished and tuned.

"None of us have been in this room in two years, Dad wouldn't let us," Helen told him as he looked around the room in wonderment.

"But we know Claude and Marie keep all the instruments taken care of, in the hope that one day he'll pick up an instrument again," Mark added. "They can't do the same as often with the piano, unless he's not home, because he could catch them. He stay away from this room, so it's a lot easier for them."

"This one is my favorite," Helen said fondly, walking up to a simple but beautiful acoustic guitar. "Though I'm sure I'm too rusty to play, it's been years."

"Why is it your favorite?" Alec asked her curiously.

Almost immediately Alec noticed the sadness in her eyes before she turned away from him. "No reason really," she muttered softly. And with her sudden change, Alec noticed the change in the mood of the room. So he decided to lighten the mood a bit.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to remember quickly enough," he said, grabbing another guitar and holding it out to her.

She looked up at him, her lips forming the beginning of a smile. She grabbed the guitar from him, sat down, and started to get more familiar with the instrument. Alec sat down on the floor next to her with a guitar for himself and helped her where she needed.

The others went for some of the other instruments, all except Tavvy, who would have been too young, and Dru, who found herself with a book again, and sat down on the other side of her eldest sister to read. Mark, like Helen, went for a guitar, except he grabbed an electric guitar, played his first chord on it, and smiled in satisfaction. Julian walked towards the back, chuckled a little when he looked at the violin, before he grabbed a ukulele and headed back to the group. Soon everyone found themselves in a little circle, Livvy and Ty each with drum sticks, tapping a quiet beat together. Alec helped the others get more familiar with their instruments again, and by the end they were all playing a simple song together. Dru had put her book down and was singing along with them while Tavvy was clapping encouragingly.

Needless to say, it soon became a frequent pastime for the group to come into the room and play together. It was on of the reasons that day had been one of Alec's favorite memories of the month.

One sunny day, during Alec's third week in New York, Alec brought the kids to Central Park, as he did a few times every week. Sometimes Emma or Aline would tag along as well, so they were always a pretty big group heading down the streets of the big city. People would often give him curious looks as he passed by with the sometimes group of nine minors, the oldest of which being only 12 years younger than him. But they never questioned it; hey, a lot of weird things could be seen in New York city, and a groups of fairly regular people, however many of them, walking by was nowhere near as exciting or strange as the one guy who went jogging in his birthday suit once every month.

That day neither Emma nor Aline was with them. Mark, Julian, and Tavvy were playing a game of catch as Dru sat reading by Livvy and Ty, the latter of which was curiously looking at the chameleon he had found.

Alec was sitting on a bench watching them all when Helen sat next to him. "Thanks," she said to Alec.

"For what?" he asked her.

"For everything," she told him. "For caring for us, for being there, and for taking care of us." She sighed. "I haven't seen them this happy in a while, and you're the first nanny who ever seemed to really care about us."

A comfortable silence fell between them as they both looked at the family. After a moment Alec finally spoke the question that had been on his mind ever since he met the children. "How long has it been like this?"

Helen looked over at him sadly before looking away. "About two years," she answered.

"Why? What happened?"

Helen looked like she was struggling to get the words out, as if she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him. upon noticing this, Alec quickly said, "I-I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I shouldn't have asked…"

"No, it's fine," she decided. "You should know, I mean, you're gonna live with us for a while; you should understand why things are the way they are." She looked over at him and added, "I guess I'll start from the beginning.

She took a shaky breath before she continued. "Up until I was eleven, my siblings and I lived in Los Angeles. Then, one day, when Tavvy was about a month old, my-my parents died in a c-car crash." A tear rolled down her cheek. "We were all put in an orphanage until a man named Magnus Bane and his wife, Etta, stopped by. They were immediately fond of Tavvy, as they had wanted to adopt a baby, but once they realized the child had six siblings, Etta decided that she didn't want to split up the family. Magnus didn't see any reason not to adopt all seven, seeing as he could very well afford to care for all of them. So they adopted all of us and we moved across the country."

Alec barely noticed it, as it was more of an instinct to him, but he had come closer to Helen as she spoke and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It was hard at first, getting used to things, but Etta and Magnus, who we eventually got around to just calling Mom and Dad, really cared for us and made us feel loved. They made things earlier. They got us into music, and we would always play together. That guitar, the one I said was my favorite, that was Etta's guitar. She would play all the guitars that Magnus got for her, but she always found her way back to that one. Dad played ukulele and piano for her and for us and they helped numb the pain from loosing our parents." She paused, and Alec knew something went wrong. "Then, one day, when I was fourteen, Mom didn't come home." The tears started coming down again. "She had died in a car crash, just like my parents," she finally got out.

Alec pulled her into a hug, trying his best to comfort her as if she was his own child. She cried into his shoulder. Alec could hardly imagine what that was like, loosing three of your parents, and all to the same fate, when you were so young. Now, it all made sense; the unused music room, the unplayed piano, the desperation to send their nanny away to bring their father home…

But he could sympathize with her. He had lost his siblings and his parents when he was fifteen, but not to death. Instead being sent away from his family because of who he was. And no matter the way, being separated from your family is rough for any child.

After a moment, Helen pulled back, now ready to continue. "After she died, Dad wasn't the same. He was so heartbroken he stopped playing music. He started taking more and more trips to distract himself, leaving us with a new nanny each time. he became so distant, trying to mend himself, not realizing that we need someone to help us get through it."

Alec puled her into another comforting hug. "I can't imagine what that must've been like, what it still is like for you," he told her. "And he shouldn't have just left you guys, no wonder you hate each and every nanny," he added with a small laugh.

"Not every," she said, pulling away. Alec used his thumb to dry her tears.

"Helen, I know it seems rough, but I'm sure it'll get better. I know I barely know him, but I can tell he loves you guys. And he'd be stupid not to," he said.

She smiled at him. "It already has been getting better," she told him. "Ever since you arrived. Thank you." She embraced him with one last whispered, "Thank you."

Contrary to what you might think, Alec did actually do some things without the children. In fact, he accomplished what he least expected to do while in the big Apple: he made some friends (well, at least acquaintances). It all began on Wednesday of his first week.

It had been a regular day, really. The only difference was today most of the kids had chosen to sleep over a friend's house, and the ones who stayed were the youngest and they fell asleep pretty early after running around in a sugar rush.

So, at eight o'clock, Alec was officially "off duty" and he had been about to play the piano as he did every night when he heard the ding of the elevator. His head immediately lifted as he had known anyone who would be stopping by. No one had done so before, well, besides the pizza delivery man, but he had to be buzzed up from the lobby, as did everyone who didn't know the lobby men. So who could this be?

His question was quickly answered when a fair-skinned and freckled petite girl with fiery-red hair and bright green eyes and a curvy girl with light brown skin, dark brown eyes and brown-gold curly hair stepped through in the penthouse. They were both around Alec's age, though he suspected they were both a year or so younger than he was, and both had a ring on their ring finger. The red-head was starting to show, clearly in the early, though not-so-early, stages of pregnancy.

Upon noticing Alec by the piano, the taller of the two stepped forward. "Hi, is Magnus here right now?" she asked him.

"Um, no sorry, he left for Paris a few days ago," Alec informed her.

"A few days ago?" she asked in clarification.

"But he said he would be back a few days a go," the girl with red hair added.

"And he was," Alec replied. "But then he left again. And for a month."

"You have got to be kidding me, Bane!" groaned the first girl. "You'd think he would tell us that he would be leaving again."

"I'm sorry, but who are you again," Alec asked. The girls had barged in without a single introduction.

"Oh, sorry about that," the girl with red hair apologized. "I'm Clary, and that's Maia. We work with Magnus on some projects."

"Oh, really? What do you do?" Alec asked them.

"I'm an artist and make-up artist," Clary explained. "Sometimes I help Mags with the fashion designs and other times I'll do the more creative and out-there make-up for the photo shoots. Maia here is the VP of the company. We were stopping by to discuss his newest line of clothing, but I guess we missed our one-day opportunity to do it."

"And care to tell us who you are?" Maia asked.

"Oh, I'm Alec, the new nanny," he answered.

The two shared a look before Maia said, "Well, good luck."

"Um, why?"

"Well, the kids can be a little difficult to manage," Clary told him. "We've see nanny's come and go in a snap."

"Oh, the kids are fine. They just need to get to know someone first," Alec shrugged.

The two girls raised their eyebrows. Maia smirked. "Ok, you've officially impressed me."

"Um, thanks?"

"Anyone who can manage those rascals is good in my book," she decided. "We should meet up sometime. And, no, I don't mean a date. I'm a perfectly happy married woman, thank you very much. But, yeah, we should meet up. Can I have your number?" She handed her phone to him.

"Sure," Alec said warily, grabbing the device.

"Oh, don't worry, I don't bite," Maia told him as he programmed his number in the device. "We should all do something together."

"I'm sure my husband would love to meet the person who can handle Mag's kids," Clary said with a chuckle. "He and Simon are always betting on how long each nanny will last."

"Anyways, we should probably get going, right Clary?" Maia said. "But we'll see you later, Alec." She started walking back to the elevator.

"It was nice meeting you," Clary said, following Maia.

"You too," Alec said.

And then the elevator door shut, and they were gone.

As it turned out, their idea of doing something together was to catch a Broadway show. Marie and Claude convinced him to take the night off to spend with his new friends, saying that they could watch the kids for one night.

So that as how Alec found himself surrounded by unfamiliar faces outside the theater on a warm summer night.

Of course, he knew Clary and Maia, however barely, but the rest were all new. So, of course introductions were first. Apparently, Clary's husband couldn't make it, though Maia's husband, Bat, had joined her on their night out. He was a very tall man, six inches taller than Alec's six-foot stature.

The guy with curly brown hair was Simon, the one Clary briefly mentioned when they first met, and his sister, Rebecca, had also tagged along on the night out. Clary had asked Simon where his girlfriend was, and he told her that she too was unable to show, adding how it would be like old times when it was just the two friends against the world. Clary laughed and shoved him playfully before continuing the introductions, which really only consisted of her brother Jonathan, who had his sister's green eyes, but had white-blond hair instead of red.

After introductions, they all headed in the theater, which was putting on "Into the Woods", which Alec had little idea what it was about, other than it had to do with fairytales. Everyone was talking excitedly as they took their seats in the mezzanine of the theater.

The show went off without a hitch, and Alec took in all the excitement that came with a Broadway performance, especially if it was your first one, like it was Alec's He watched as the fairytale stories from the books he read to Izzy when they were kids came to life, as Cinderella's dress changed quickly and what appeared to be magically, as Jack's bean stalk grew up from the ground and towards the sky, and as all the characters, both new and old, interacted in a new and unfamiliar way. The special effects were truly spectacular and the music was beautiful. He had been told before that Broadway shows were good, but he didn't think they would be this good. If one thing was certain, he would be seeing more shows during his stay in the city.

After the show, the group went out for dinner at a nearby pizzeria. Over dinner and wine they discussed the show, each mentioning their favorite parts. When some had had a little more wine than originally intended, they started singing songs from the musical. Well, they sang what snippets they remembered, and a lot of it was slurred and way off key. It eventually turned into a singing contest between the guys of who could sing "Agony" the best. It was quite a show for the other customers. Alec, who had not had much to drink, just ended up laughing and singing along with them, and, being in his relatively sober state, he had won.

He hadn't thought the night would have gone so well, but he was glad it was. And to think he had been thinking of passing this up. He didn't know how much he would have missed had he not listened to Claude and Marie.

As he looked around at the smiling people at the table, he couldn't help but feel happy to call them his friends.

Over the month Magnus had been gone, he had Skyped his kids at least once a week. Each and every time, Alec would answer it with the kids around him so he could quickly answer the questions Magnus had to ask him, such as the "Are the kids getting enough sleep?" or "Did anything go wrong?" and other usual parental questions. Each time, however, he had paired the questions with a quick darling, which Alec was becoming increasingly used to yet confused by.

But after the questions, he would slip away and let the kids take over. The first time Magnus had asked them what they thought of Alec, to which they replied with enthusiasm, which Alec only heard because he asked it right after Alec left the frame and he was still in ear-shot as he headed up the stairs. Alec smiled to himself when the kids said that. At least I know I'm doing something right.

By the end, the kids would always call Alec back down to say goodbye with them. It was a really sweet thought, as they didn't have to that, and Alec always felt touched when they did that.

The first time Magnus Skyped, he had been alone, but the second time he had been with Camille. She was a beautiful woman, Alec had to admit, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, one he didn't quite understand. After all, he knew he didn't have a chance with Magnus, and besides, they barely knew each other. And, anyways, she seemed to really care for Magnus, and she was nice enough to Alec. So he had just plastered on a smile, told Camille how nice it was to finally meet her, before he left the kids to talk to their father -and his girlfriend- as he did the week before.

The third week, Magnus and Camille were joined by two of Magnus's close friends, Ragnor and Catarina. The children had exclaimed in excitement when they saw them, squealing "Uncle Rags!" and "Auntie Cat!". It was quite adorable, and Alec couldn't help but smile fondly at them.

His conversation over the computer had lasted longer this time, with Ragnor and Cat both trying to get to know the "miracle boy" who had kept the kids under control for the past three weeks. and, maybe it was the jealousy kicking in, maybe it wasn't, but Alec found that he liked them better than Camille.

Yeah, it was probably the jealousy. That jealousy he still had yet to figure out.

The fourth Skype had been one with just Magnus, which went about the same as the first one, except this time the kids were increasingly impatient to see him home.

The final Skype came early the morning before Magnus was set to come home.

Alec had woken up a little early that day, and lucky too, or else he would have missed the Skype.

As it was, Alec had been yawning as he walked down the steps when he heard the familiar beeping tone from the computer. He rubbed his eyes, thinking, Why was he calling so early? He never calls now. He knows the kids are sleeping.

Alec sat down at the desk with the computer and clicked the answer button. Magnus's face immediately popped up on the screen.

"Hi Alec," he said. "Um, where are the kids?"

"They're all asleep," Alec yawned. "Why are you calling now? Its 5:30 in the morning here."

"Is it?" Magnus asked. "Oh, I must've forgotten the time zones. I just wanted to tell them I was heading home before I took the flight later today."

"Oh, if you want I can go wake them up," Alec suggested, moving to get up.

"No, no, that' not necessary," Magnus rushed. "Let them sleep."

"Okay, then I guess I'll just go," Alec said.

"No, stay," Magnus said. "We can talk. I feel like I barely know you and that's not really good, considering you are the man in charge of my children."

"Okay," Alec agreed, too tired to argue. "What do you want to know."

"Wait, I know, we can do 20 questions."

"20 questions?" Alec asked. "Isn't that a little high school?"

"No, it is not," Magnus said stubbornly with a glint in his eyes. "It's good for all ages, and it shall be done."

Alec gave a soft laugh, trying not to wake up anyone. "Um, ok, do you want to go first?"

"Why yes I do," Magnus said. "Ok, favorite color?"

"Black," Alec answered. When he saw Magnus open his mouth to say something, he quickly added, "And don't you say that black is not a color. I got enough of the that from my sister, and it is a color in my books."

"Your sister knows what she's talking about," Magnus mumbled.

"Sure," Alec said sarcastically. "Anyways, what about you? What's your favorite color?"

Magnus took a moment to decide before smirking. "Blue," he said.

Alec could feel the blood rush to his cheeks and he quickly covered it up with another question. "Why did you choose to go into fashion?"

"I've always had a passion for it," Magnus answered. "Ever since I was young, ever since I was a child. People would pick on me for it, saying I was gay, but I didn't really care. I mean, they were half right after all." Magnus looked at Alec's slightly surpassed look, as even though he had suspected it, he didn't thing Magnus would be so forward about it. "Yes, Alexander, if you couldn't already tell, I'm bisexual."

Little did he know that there was a small ray of hope growing in Alec, a ray that Alec quickly dismissed. He reminded himself again that Magnus. Was. Taken.

"Anyways, what about you?" Magnus asked.

"Hmm?"

"What made you decide to become a teacher at Herondale's school?" Magnus asked. "Don't they keep you there, like, forever? Don't you want to get out and find the girl of your dreams? Won't you regret missing that opportunity?"

Alec looked at him for a moment. Alec had dated before, all of which had been other guys at school who had either graduated and left or just weren't right for him. And, after spending so much time at the school, Alec was now comfortable with who he was, the rejection of his parents a fading scar in his mind. so it was no surprise when Alec responded the way he did.

He had chuckled, answering with, "Well, you see, you can't miss what you've never wanted. Especially when exactly what you do want surrounds you every live-long day."

Alec watched in amusement as Magnus's jaw dropped in surprise. Using Magnus's words he added, "Yes, Mr. Bane, if you couldn't already tell, I'm gay."

"Well, no, I couldn't tell," he huffed, though Alec knew could see he was still smiling. "Oh, and, Alec, about the Mr. Bane thing… just call me Magnus."

"Okay… Magnus," Alec said. He looked over at the time. "Oh, I have to go start on breakfast, and you probably have to finish packing for your flight."

"What makes you think I haven't packed yet?"

"Have you met you?" Alec answered. "Besides, I can see your luggage open and empty in the background."

Magnus moved to his bed and changed the angle of the camera. "You saw nothing," he said.

"Bye Magnus," Alec said with a last laugh.

He ended the video call and turned off the computer with a sigh. He got up and headed towards the kitchen, trying to do anything to distract him from over analyzing the conversation.

But he couldn't help but feel happy that Magnus would be back the next day.

Magnus POV

"Bye Magnus," Alec said and he ended the call.

"Bye Alexander," Magnus whispered to the blank screen, already missing the boy's comforting smile.

He couldn't explain what it was that drew him to Alec, and he couldn't explain how he was feeling; he couldn't understand it. Why did he immediately feel better whenever Alec's face popped up on the screen; why did his laugh sound so beautiful to Magnus's ears; why did Magnus find everything Alec did adorable; why did he feel so happy and excited when Alec admitted he was gay; why was he feeling this way when he was in love with Camille? Why, why, why?

Magnus felt a shift in the bed and a pair of arms soft wrap around his waist. He turned his head and kissed said girlfriend sweetly. She kissed him back and Magnus smiled into it, loving the familiar feel of her lips on his. Again, he wondered what was going on with him. Why was he feeling this way for Alexander when he had Camille?

"Do I have anything to worry about," Camille joked, in reference to the conversation with Alec. Of course she wasn't worried; she knew how flirtatious Magnus was. He did this type of thing all the time, and she did too. They were both fine with it, as they knew both only truly meant what they said when they said it to each other. She probably thought that was all this was: Magnus being himself and flirting with the attractive nanny. But, seeing as he was with Camille, none of what he said to Alec actually meant anything. And it really shouldn't, but, somehow, it did. And that was the worst part; that Camille suspected nothing when Magnus knew she should be at least a little more concerned.

To make add to it, Magnus could help but notice the one fleeting thought he had of what it would be like to kiss Alec.

"Of course not," he told her. Satisfied with the answer, Camille gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a smile and got up and went of to finish packing her hair products and makeup in the bathroom.

Magnus sighed and fell back on the bed. How he wished that what he said was true. As it was now, he couldn't tell.

Review? Please? I'll answer any questions you have in the next chapter.

And, as you see, there was Malec and Magnus POV. But, yeah, I'm trying to do a slow build for the relationship, seeing as there are some obstacles keeping them apart. Also, I want Alec to fall in love with more than just Magnus in the city. I want him to get closer to the kids, meet some new people, enjoy life there... and one more thing but I can't say it yet for it's a surprise.

Anyways, thanks for reading :) Let me know what you thought :)