"What about Max?" I said, attempting once again to lift one eyebrow. Almost…got it…almost…damn.
"Why is your eye doing that?" Jace asked staring at me. "Doing what?" I smiled innocently. Jace imitated my face and I burst out laughing. Ok, REALLY epic fail. "I…nothing. Continue. Max?"
Jace took a large amount of air in and slow blew it out, his breath blowing over my face. "Bleh!" I coughed. Jace glared. "Sorry. Continue." I mumbled.
"Max is…talented." Jace said unsure. My eyebrows wrinkled and I switched my weight to my other foot. Jace lifted me up on the counter suddenly. "I can't see your eyes." He explained.
"Anyways, Max is sort of…well…what's the word…Simon would know." I gasped. "My baby is a vampire?! How!?" I said in shock. Jace shook his head slowly. "Not…a vampire. He lifts things with his mind."
I snorted. "He's telekinetic?" Jace smiled. "That word." I laughed, leaning forward to rest my head on Jace's chest. "You're funny. Did you drink a fairy drink? Or eat a plum? Again?"
"It wasn't me that ate the plum! I swear!" Jace said. I snorted again. "I'm not joking Clary. I'm being serious. He throws his baby blocks. With his mind." Jace said.
I really, really tried to look at him seriously. Honestly, I did.
We all know how well that worked.
"Clary! Stop! Just stop!" He yelled, lifting my chin up. I shut up. "Come with me." He said, dragging me off the counter and to our room. Alec was brushing Angela's hair, murmuring in a baby voice when we walked in.
"Don't you look pretty? Yes you do. Oh yes you do. Uncle Alec made you look like a little angel, didn't he? Yes he did!" Angela and I giggled while Jace stared with a scared expression.
"Alec, really, brother, the voice?" Jace asked. Alec shot up, hiding the sparkly brush behind his back. "Jace! Clary…what are you doing here…in your babies' room…right…um…I'll be going now." He tried to scurry past Jace who shot his arm out to block him.
"No need. Feel free. I'm sure my daughter was enjoying that. Wasn't she?" Jace said in his baby voice. The man has no shame. Angela giggled. "Dada!" She screeched, reaching for Jace.
Jace smirked and picked her up. Alec was a furious red; he put my hair to a pitiful shame. "Yeah, I'm good." Alec muttered, darting out of the room. Jace snickered and handed me Angela.
"Now watch the magic." Jace winked. "Max!" Jace said lifting Max from the crib. "Do what you did last night Max." Jace whispered. Max stared at Jace for a moment before his wide green eyes moved to a block. His pupils took over the green as the block began rise off the floor.
Jace smiled in a kind of I-told-you-so-but-yes-I'm-shocked-too kind of way. "Maxie?" I whispered slowly. His attention snapped as his head turned towards me. "Did you do that?" I asked. Max giggled.
Angela yanked on my hair. I laughed sharply. She was jealous. "What baby?" I said, my voice odd. My son was a telekinetic baby. Oh. My. Angel.
"Special." Angela said, her spittle smacking my nose. My lips twitched, we hadn't taught her special yet. Angela was progressing her speech scarily fast.
"Yes, Max is special." I said. She frowned and smacked my head. Ouch. "Special!" She said again. I nodded. "Yes, special. Your brother is special." Max giggled. Angela huffed and her pupils began to take over the gold.
"Jace?" I said scared. My vision was disappearing; I saw black screen then white then…milk? A giant river of milk and animal crackers, Angela's favorites.
"What's wrong Clary?" Jace asked worried. "Do you see the cookies too?" I said. I could still feel Angela in my arms, smell the baby powder and Angela's shampoo, and hear Jace's voice. But I could smell cinnamon, hear the rush of milky rivers, feel the cool dampness of the milk humidity.
Angela giggled and the river disappeared, Angela's proud face in mine. I turned to stare at Jace. "What Clary? What's wrong?" Jace asked panic not so clearly concealed.
"She…she…do it to daddy." I said. I had no words. None whatsoever. How could I explain that? I watched as Jace's face went slack in awe and horror. "Cookies…" he said in an understanding tone.
"Clary? Jace? Are you ok?" Maryse suddenly appeared, her face worried. Angela's eyes went back to gold and Jace went deep into thought. "Um…No…not really." I said, my voice shaken.
Maryse walked over and placed a motherly hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong dear?" She asked. Jace shook his head. "Can we talk to you and Robert? And perhaps Luke and Jocelyn? In the Library?" Jace asked.
Maryse looked at Jace and me a few times before nodding and leaving the room. I bounced Angela up higher on my hip and she began sucking on her thumb. Jace walked to my side, gently placing a kiss on my forehead.
"It'll be ok." He murmured, wrapping an arm around my waist since he could balance Max with one arm. I let out a readying breath and we walked to the library.
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Four-shocked face stared at Max and Angela. "How…do they…do this?" Luke asked slowly. I glanced at Jace. "I have a theory. Since we have more angel blood than usual, hence Clary and my gifts, and we…well…you know." He winked and Maryse glared heavily.
Jace snickered. "Max and Angela have a lot of angel blood now. So this should be normal." Jace frowned. Jace has problems with the word "normal." Like, therapy inducing issues.
"So what do we do?" Robert asked. I shrugged. "Accept it?" I said. Jace gave me a smile and kissing my hair again. He wasn't shy. My mom let out a heavy sigh. "I think Clary's right. The Clave should not know right away either…you know how they will react." Jocelyn said.
Jace stiffened. "What I thought they would do to Clary. Put her on the front lines." That made me stiffen too and I pressed Angela closer to me. My baby.
"It'll be our little secret." Luke winked playfully, though he was tense. All of the sudden Isabelle's face popped up in the library, her eyes wide and bright.
"Oh! Secret story time! I wanna play!
A/N: Hehe YAY!!! Angela has super awesome baby powers too!!! Hehe I had to end on a light note btw, it was getting a tad serious for me. So Super Isabelle to the rescue! Yay!