Hey! This chapter is a little short, so I'll try to put up another chapter today. Don't yell at me. I'm just trying of end chapters where they should be ended. Enjoy;)

Chapter 2: The Angel Child and New Additions

CPOV

"Waaaah!"

My six month old son's cries snapped me away from my occupation at the stove. Jace, Alec, and Izzy were out hunting and Maryse and Robert were in Idris, so it was just me. I ran to his room, which was right across from ours. I creaked the door open and he stopped crying immediately, once he saw that it was me. "Hey, Chrissy." I said picking him up.

I know, Chrissy is a girl's name, but I found it nice to say. Chris looked up at me and made a noise. I smiled. He was so cute. Now that he was a little older, I could identify each of his features. His nose was still mine, but where I thought his cheekbones were like my mother's, they really are like Jace's. is round eyes were shaped like none of our family members that I had seen, so they must have come from Céline or Stephen. He was perfect. Like a gift from the angel himself.

I fed him and bounced him up and down. He giggled instead of burping for twenty minutes. But finally, it came. I sighed and went to put him down in his crib, but he didn't look like he was going to go back to sleep, so I took him with me to the kitchen and tried to finish up the soup I was making, but Chris kept squirming. I finally had to take him to the library and put him in a playpen that I made out of books. I rubbed my hands and turned around, when I heard a little voice say, "Momma!"

I whipped around to see my son ten feet up in the air, sitting on a bookshelf. I panicked. But just at the right moment, Jace, Alec, and Isabelle burst not the room. "What the hell?" Alec said, clearly surprised.

But he then burst out laughing. Jace just put his head in his hand and muttered, "By the angel."

He geared up and jumped as high as he could and grabbed Chris by the waist and brought him down. I laughed, taking the little boy, who cooed happily in my arms. Jace wrapped his arms around me, smiling hugely. Isabelle was trying to suppress a smile when she said, "So. What's for dinner?"

Two months later...

I woke to no warm body next to me. I reached for Jace's warmth, but his side of the bed was cold. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Making my way to the kitchen, I could hear Chris' tiny laugh and Jace struggling to feed him baby mush. "Hey, Clary." Jace said as I walked in.

I kissed Chris' head and Jace's cheek as I made my way to the coffee. Jace chuckled. "Remember when you couldn't have coffee for nine months? That was hell on my part."

"Jace." I scolded. "No cursing in front of the baby... Dammit!" The coffe burned my hand when I poured it. Jace chuckled. "You were saying?"

I sent him my best death glare. It must have worked because he shut up. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." I replied. "Thanks for watching Chris." Jace wiped green mush off of Chris' mouth. "Good, because you slept late. I had to get up three times to feed and burp him. You slept through his ear shattering cries."

I smirked. "Yes, well having an eight month old baby will do that to you." Jace left Chris in his high chair and moved to me, placing a hand on each side of my face. I leaned into his touch. "Are you okay? I mean, you're not sick or anything, right?"

I covered his hand with my own. "I'm fine, Jace. Really." He kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Eww. Bad momma. Bad dada."

A glop of green baby mush hit Jace on his cheek. Chris was giggling. I took the can away from him. "No,Chrissy."

Jace groaned, wiping the baby mush off of his face. "Please do not call my son 'Chrissy'. It's definitely a girl's name."

I smiled wickedly. "Well, what are you going to do about that?" He laughed and chased me all the way to our room, me carrying Chris the whole way. I put Chris on our bed just as Jace came up behind me and lifted me. I shrieked. But then I felt bile rise in my throat. Jace put me down and I ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. I looked into the bowl and Jace rubbed my back. I rubbed my forehead and put my head in my hands again. "Oh, Angel."

Jace smiled. "No more coffee, I guess."