Daylight streaming from the open curtains woke Magnus up the next morning. He blinked sleepily and turned away from it closing his eyes again, and reaching out to hug, Alec but his arms came up empty, finding only the cold sheets beside him. His eyes shot open as anxiety kicked in. 'Could it have been a dream? All of it; Alec, the kids, the ring?'

He raised his hand to look at it and let out a sigh of relief. There at his ring finger was Alec's ring, shining in the morning sun like the glimmer of hope it was. He sighed happily still staring at it. 'I shouldn't think too much before drinking coffee…' He thought laughing at himself for his silly panic.

Right on cue, Alec entered their room carrying two steaming mugs. Once he saw him awake, his face lit up immediately, and he went to sit beside him on the bed, leaving the mugs on the nightstand.

"Hey…" The Nephilim ran his fingers through Magnus' messy bed-hair, his eyes shining with love, and leaned down to give him a good morning kiss. "Merry Christmas sleepy head."

"Merry Christmas gorgeous…" Magnus smiled sleepily eyeing his half-naked boyfriend. The house was warm enough to walk around with no shirt on. Maybe too warm. The Warlock had personally made sure of that.

"I made breakfast. The pancakes you like."

"Alexander you're a dream come true, I love you."

The Shadowhunter chuckled. "You only love me for my cooking."

Magnus made a shocked noise. "That's a horrible, blatant lie!"

"Is it now?"

"Of course." Magnus smirked rolling on his side to press a kiss on Alec's ribs. "Have you looked in a mirror recently? I love you for your body too."

Even though he knew full well Magnus was only joking and didn't really care what he looked like, a dark thought passed through his mind. He shook it off immediately, not allowing it to linger and tarnish his perfect happiness.

However, something must have shown in his face, because Magnus' smile turned concerned at once. Knowing him too well, his Warlock could easily tell exactly what he thought about.

As Alec spaced out for a moment, Magnus pulled his hand startling him enough to bring him off balance making him fall on the bed and then climbed on top of him straddling his hips.

The Nephilim looked up at him surprised but pleased nonetheless and he brought his hands to Magnus' waist as he put his hands on each side of Alec's head to support his weight and moved closer to whisper. "Alexander. My Alexander. My Alec."

His name falling like a prayer from Magnus' lips, whispered with reverence like it was something holy, made him shiver and close his eyes.

"You know I adore you." His Warlock went on, his warm breath on his face making him swoon.

He nodded.

"You already know I love you. More than anything. More than anyone I have ever met."

He knew, of course he knew Magnus loved him. Those thoughts just had a mind of their own. He couldn't stop them coming, only ignore and cast them away.

"You know I can't live without you." Magnus' soft voice was laden with pain.

And there they were again. The thoughts, all back at once. His eyes shot open as he gasped a pained "No."

And then Magnus' lips were on his, drowning everything out. The dark thoughts, the worries, the pain. Nothing mattered but Magnus' warmth, Magnus' holy love, his heart, beating only for him. Alec pulled him down hugging him close, and kissing him with everything he had, showing him too, in case he didn't know, the extent of his love.

They kissed until they ran out of breath, and then they kissed some more, smaller kisses filled with love and affection. Kisses that could heal any pain and make the future look brighter.

~o~

Magnus sighed blissful and rested his head on the Nephilim's chest.

"If you still don't believe me I have an idea." He muttered listening to his fiancé's heartbeat.

"Should I worry?" Alec teased, completely relaxed, gently running his fingers through Magnus' hair.

"Maybe." Magnus looked up to smile at him making him laugh.

"Let's hear it."

"I could cast a spell on you to change your appearance. Because even if your beauty and gorgeous blue eyes drew my attention the first time, it was your even more beautiful soul that I fell for. And I will love you and think you're beautiful no matter what you look like."

"You really would do that?" He asked dumbfounded, not expecting that at all.

"I would. To be completely honest, I would prefer not to, but if I could convince you that way that I love you beyond appearance I would do it in a second. I want you to be happy. That's all that matters to me."

"Okay." Alec said and watched with amusement as Magnus' face became first surprised, and then disappointed even though he fought to hide it.

"I, uh…" Magnus muttered nervously. He really hadn't expected Alec to say yes, but he meant what he said, and if that was what his Nephilim needed to feel better he would be damned if he didn't do it. "Do you wanna do it now? I need to get some stuff." He said making a move to get off him.

Alec laughed grabbing his hand and pulling him back to him. "Is it possible to love you even more than I did before? Because I do now." He whispered looking into his eyes and kissed him.

Magnus was confused but melted into the kiss nonetheless.

"There will be no need for you to do that." Alec explained after they separated to breathe. "I don't think I'm beautiful anyway. I'm actually certain, that someone cast a spell on you to see me as beautiful no matter if I'm dressed in a suit or in Shadowhunter gear and covered with ichor."

"It's called love baby." Magnus smiled sweetly and kissed his nose, relief flooding his veins.

"It is? I thought something was wrong with your eyes." Alec teased.

"My eyes?" Magnus exclaimed fake-offended leaning down to stare at Alec with his cat-eyes making him swoon again. "Who's the self-healing being between the two of us?"

"We both are." Alec said point-of-factly and Magnus snorted.

"Not the point. I heal better, so my eyes couldn't be anything sort of-"

"Magical?" Alec offered smiling, moving a stray lock of raven hair away from Magnus face.

"Not the word I would have used, but I guess it works, since I'm-"

"A prince?" Alec interrupted him again, biting back a smile.

"Not what I was going to say either, but it works too." Magnus concluded smiling back.

Alec arched his back to plant a soft kiss on Magnus' face. They had been through that another time in the past and he knew Magnus was no longer hurt because of who his father was.

"I'm sorry your Highness." He teased smirking. "What can I do so you will forgive me?"

Magnus' grin turned wicked. "I'm sure I could think of something…" He said, one hand trailing on Alec's chest, moving lower.

The Nephilim laughed, swatting his hand away before he could affect him too much. "No time. Breakfast is getting cold and we're getting late."

"I am a Warlock sweetheart, breakfast doesn't get cold unless I say so."

"You shouldn't waste your magic on trivial stuff." Alec said grabbing his hand that was wondering lower again.

Magnus pouted. "Fine. We have a microwave oven too. We can warm it up there."

"Magnus…" Alec reprimanded him.

"Yes?" He asked sweetly.

"We don't have a microwave oven."

"We have now." The Warlock smirked.

"Magnus."

"What's wrong baby?"

Alec shook his head letting it go, smiling fondly. "Nothing is wrong. Now come here and kiss me."

"Oh?" I thought I was the royalty around here. Are you ordering me around Alexander?"

"If you don't like it you can get off me so we can go get breakfast." He told him raising an eyebrow.

"I never said I minded." Magnus said hastily and smiled kissing him again.