It was the day after Thanksgiving or as some may call it: Black Friday.
Jace and Clary sat at home, Clary wearing one of Jace's shirts; they were watching reruns of old TV-shows, and not going out shopping with the rest of New York.
The penthouse looked like a hurricane had made its way through; it hadn't been a hurricane, but close.
Jace and Clary had called Jace's parents and told them that they unfortunately couldn't come this year, but that they would make it up to them at Christmas.
Instead of going to the Herondale's, Jace and Clary had invited all their friends over. They brought Maia and Jordan, Simon and Isabelle, Alec and Magnus, and of course Simon and Isabelle's daughter Juliet.
It had been a long night; the little girl had fallen asleep on the couch while the adults had enjoyed the perks of being old enough to drink.
Clary had enjoyed the night; it had been a nice change to the stressful weekdays, and even if Clary had used the whole day cooking the turkey and making the dinner, it had turned out to be a success.
Jace and she hadn't had a single argument and it felt so good going to bed with a peaceful mind.
Of course it had also felt good waking up next to her Golden God.
Clary had thought about cleaning the house, actually she had been doing just that: putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and cleaning the table. She had been interrupted when Jace had sat down in the living room, turning on the TV and only wearing a pair of loose pajamas pants, riding low on his hips.
She had quickly joined him in the living room, a bowl of popcorn in her hands.
"I don't get it," Clary murmured, her feet resting in Jace's lap.
"Get what?" Jace asked.
"That!" Clary said pointing at the TV.
They were watching Bones, some kind of crime-thing that Jace loved, but Clary never really understood it.
Right now the shrink was talking to some girl telling her that he wouldn't tell anybody what she told him, because he had some sort of... well Clary didn't know what it was called, but the shrink wasn't allowed to tell others what his patient said.
"Clary sweetheart you have to be more specific," Jace said, eyes locked on the screen.
"Well the girl tells the shrink not to tell anybody, and the shrink promises that he won't, but we all know that he's gonna tell that FBI man." Clary said, sounding a bit desperate.
"That's because if he doesn't, they can't solve the case." Jace said plainly.
"But aren't promises more important?" Clary asked. Jace looked at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Maybe we should watch something else," Jace asked his wife, Clary just nodded.
"Yes please, I think Sex and the City is on!"
"No Clary we are not watching a show about a lady who can't find out who she is-UUFFF" Jace said, not seeing the pillow that Clary had thrown at him.
i know it's a bit short, but soon there will be more :)