Chapter 3: Arianne

CPOV

Chris was perched happily on my lap. It was a miracle how he could sit with my eight month pregnant stomach in the way. Yes, I was having another one. If Chris wasn't enough already.

Yesterday, Jace and I narrowed down the names yesterday. We still wanted the names Arianne and Elaine if we had a girl. If we had a boy, we would choose from Maxwell or James. I secretly hoped for a girl. We didn't need any more mini Jace's.

Sometimes, Chris would act so much like Jace it was unnerving. But he inherited the ability to draw from me. Chris had also developed a big vocabulary. He could speak as well as a three year old, even though he was only 16 months old. "Momma?"

I looked at the little blond boy. He looked a bit more like Jace. He had the strong, defined jaw with his blond hair curling around his ears and at the nape of his neck. "Yes, sweetie?"

He put his hands on my growing belly. "When is the baby coming?"

"Soon, honey." I laid my hand on top of his tiny one. He looked into my eyes questioningly. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know, Chris. What do you think." He smiled like a little angel. "A girl." He said forcefully.

I looked at him, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah." he said, lying on my stomach and looking at me. I laid a hand on his back. "Are you excited?"

He nodded and fell asleep. I looked at the little angel that was sleeping.

My second child would have the big brother I have always wanted.

Cries filled the room again. My second child was here. My mom handed my the little girl with red hair that was in waves instead of curls and gold eyes. Her features were everything that Chris didn't have, with exception for the nose. I looked at my daughter, and saw that she looked like me. Except her eyes, which was Jace's. He was getting Chris. The two of them walked in, Chris looking excited. I showed him the little girl and he giggled. "She pwetty."

Jace kissed my head and our little daughter's nose. "She looks like you." I looked at our son, who was staring at his new sister in awe. "So, Chris. What should we name her? Arianne or Elaine?"

"Arianne!" I laughed.

"Arianne Isabelle Lightwood." Jace said. "Perfect."

Since I was still tired, everyone gathered into the infirmary. "She's beautiful, Clary." My mother said. "What's her name?"

"Arianne Isabelle." I said. "Ari for short."

"Beautiful name, Clary." Maryse said, coming up behind my mom. I stared into Ari's gold eyes. She would break a lot of hearts, just like her brother would. They were both so beautiful in a way Jace and I lacked. They will always have constant love in their lives, something Jace and I never had.

Three months later...

"Clary." Jace mumbled as we heard our daughter cry. She was going to wake Chris up if she didn't stop. I rolled out of the bed and walked to Ari's room, which was right next to Chris'. I took Ari in my arms, her red hair bouncing as I lifted her. "Ari please stop. You'll wake your brother."

I heard cries from the room next door and sighed. I patted Ari's back and opened my son's door. I lifted them in my arms at the same time. Their cries floated together in harmony. I took them to the hallway, so I had more room to walk. Isabelle stepped out of her room to look at me carrying my two crying kids.

"By the angel, Clary. Can't you shut them up?" I rolled my eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Isabelle smirked. "Just shut them up already." She started walking into her room.

"You're not going to help me?" I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Nope."

I sighed and started walking around, patting their backs awkwardly.

It was seven in the morning and they had just gone to sleep after four hours. I was about to hit the sack when Jace stepped out of our room. "Good morning, Clary. How did you sleep?" I didn't respond, just pushed past him and into the room "Where are you going?"

I turned around, looked at him, said, "To bed. Watch the kids for me." And closed the door, leaving my husband to his eminent doom.

Five months after...

JPOV(finally!)

Chris was bouncing on his bed when I came to get him. It was his second birthday, and he was excited. "Morning, sport." I said, lifting him in the air.

"Daddy! What's today?"

"September 5, 2012," He rolled wide green his eyes. "No, Daddy. My birthday!"

"Is it?" I said smirking. "Yeah. Where my presents?"

"Well," I started. "I forgot, didn't I?" His smile faded. I chuckled and situated him on the floor. He walked sadly to the kitchen. But when he stepped in his mouth spread into a grin. "Surprise!"

Isabelle, Alec, Magnus, and Clary, who was carrying a sleeping Ari, came and hugged Chris. Chris' beautiful smile turned into a frown. "What?" my wife asked.

"Ari no say Happy Birthday." His eyes actually started to fill with tears. Isabelle brushed them away and whispered to him. "Chris, Ari can't speak yet. And she's sleeping. But I'm sure she would."

He nodded, and his smile grew when he saw the enormous stack of presents on the table. Hers bed. The one on top, which happened to be from Magnus. I looked at him as if to say,No glitter I hope? Magnus grinned mischievously. When Chris opened the present, he yelled "Cool!" Inside was a mini set of Shadowhunter gear. "Thanks, Uncle Magnus!"

I sighed dramatically in relief. "No glitter." Magnus sent a fast wind towards me, knocking me backwards. I scowled at him, pulling out a seraph blade. "Jace!" Clary yelled. "Put that away now."

I sulked as I put away my seraph blade. Chris was opening another present. It was a stuffed dog from Isabelle. "Uh... Thanks Aunt Izzy?"

I chuckled. He definitely was my son. The gift after was from Simon. It turned out to be a DS. I scowled. No way the mundane— vampire would dorkify my son. Unfortunately, Chris loved it. He called Simon and acted like he hung the moon. Pathetic. But out present would totally beat that. Clary took it out. It was a small, but I thought inside was the best present. Chris unwrapped it and looked at the angelic power rune hanging on the leather string. "Angewic Power?"

Clary and I looked at each other. "How did he—" I started. But Clary cut me off. "He probably got that gift of runes from me. Do you like it, honey?"

Chris got up and wrapped his small arms around his mother's legs. Then he came and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Thanks, Daddy."

I nodded. "It'll protect you." I said, clasping it around his neck. "When we are not able to." Ari woke up and started crying. Clary took her out of the room and so, she quieted down.

"Cake time!" Isabelle said cheerfully. Chris' face twisted in disgust. "Ewwww, Aunt Izzy. You no make it,right?"

Isabelle scowled as I laughed. "My cooking isn't that bad. Jace!" she yelled, wheeling around to face me. "Stop influencing your son."

"Impossible." I said smiling at my sister's distress. "Anyway, Chris, Grandma Maryse made it. It's safe."

I got a slap on the shoulder for that.