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Jace has ensured that we have many different types of security measures all around the house. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Baby, these are unnecessary. The police caught and killed Daddy last week. He's not after us anymore."

"Still. I don't want to take any chances," he looks out the window melodramatically. That's my Jace.

The bright city lights make California look so pretty at night. I glance around our apartment and my eyes set on a rectangular present.

"What's this?" I walk towards it. There's a piece of card on it.

Just because you guys need it. ;)

-Magnus

I smile and open it. It's a handbook that reads: "How To Have Sex For Dummies".

I smack my hand to my forehead and close my eyes. Only Magnus would think of this. So I open the book and on the inside is not what I expect. It's an address written on all the pages of the book instead of the actual info. In marker, it says:

So we were bored and we wanted to make a treasure hunt for you guys. Don't judge us. Anyways, be at the front of the apartment tomorrow afternoon at 3:00. You'll find your first clue on the doorstep.

-Maggie, Xander, and Iz

I hand the book to Jace and he grins.

"Oh God," he laughs. "They're the three weirdest people I've ever met."

"Agreed," I sigh. "I'm tired. Charlotte's been kicking me all day. Tell your daughter to stop."

"Oh, so now she's just my daughter?"

"Mhhm," I say in affirmative. He laughs.

"Okay," Jace bends down to my stomach level and glares at it playfully.

"Charlotte Emma Herondale, stop kicking your mother. It's not good for her. And, missy, isn't it past your bedtime?"

I laugh when Jace kisses my stomach afterwards.

"I joke, I joke. Hey, Charlie. I love you soooo much. Almost as much as I love your mommy's ass... I mean, your mommy," he quickly corrects himself when I give him a glare.

"Jace," I whine. "I'm tired."

"Alright. Let's go to bed then," Jace stands up and leads me to our bed.

I delve under the covers gratefully and Jace wraps his arms around me.

"Night, Red. Night, Charlie." He kisses my belly and I grin.

"Goodnight Dickhead. Goodnight Dickhead's abs." I kiss his abdomen and I can feel the arrogance radiating off of his in large waves. I roll my eyes and fall into a peaceful slumber.

I wake up to sunlight streaming through my window. I sigh and pat the be next to me, looking for the familiar warmth of Jace. It's empty. Weird.

I sit up and rub my eyes tiredly.

The apartment is bright and lit up beautifully. I smell pancakes all of a sudden. I practically leap out of bed and run to the kitchen. Well, I can't run anymore so I waddle quickly to the kitchen.

Jace is standing in front of the cooker, only in pajama pants. He hears my footsteps, turns around slightly, and smiles.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he kisses me lightly. He tastes distinctly like pineapples this morning. I sigh, contentedly.

"Charlie woke me up halfway through the night and decided that it was a good idea to kick my ribs," I roll my eyes. "She's definitely your daughter."

Jace grins.

"I see how it is. When she's being good, she's your daughter. But when she's being bad, she's my daughter. Okay. Fine."

I smile and snatch a piece of bacon that he's about to put in his mouth.

"Hey!" He yells in protest. I just smile and eat the bacon right in front of him.

"What time is it?"

"11:32," Jace looks at the huge clock hanging above the cooker.

My boyfriend takes the pancakes off the stove and puts them onto a plate. I eat all five of mine in about two minutes flat.

"Do we have any popcorn?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?"

"Do we have pickles?"

"Mmhm," Jace replies over a mouthful of pancakes.

"Ketchup?"

"Uh huh," he says.

I grin and grab a bag of popcorn. While it's popping, I grab the pickle jar a cutting board, and a knife. I cut the pickles into slices and open the popcorn bag. I dump the pickles into it and grab the ketchup. I drizzle that all over the popcorn and eat the combination. I moan as I throw another pickle-ketchup popcorn piece into my mouth.

Jace stares at me like I'm crazy. I glare at him and turn on the TV.

I'm in the middle of a Big Bang Theory marathon when Jace turns off the TV.

"Wanna take a shower?" He grins at me. I smile back, and we both head towards the bathroom.

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