Okay so here's the first chapter. Hope you enjoy! Favorite, follow and review please. Thank you!

~Georgia

Isabelle gripped her daughter's hand as they turned the corner. Before the both was the institute. The glamour peeled itself away revealing a Gothic, grand, beautiful cathedral. Every time she rounded that very same corner, back when she was younger, the sight of her home shading its glamour and revealing itself took her breath away and even now, it still had the same effect. Who could grow tired of their home when it uncovered itself with such beauty and elegance, yet still held so many dark secrets? Isabelle couldn't, that was for sure. As the last tower appeared, light by the starlight, she finally took a step forward. She was so transfixed on her home that she hadn't realized that her daughter wasn't by her side. She looked back to see her baby girl stood with a scared look on her face. Her Hands were in her pockets of her red bebe coat and freckled, shadowed face staring at the sight before her.
"Come on Sweetie" Izzy said softly holding out her hand.
"It looks scary mummy" Of course, Isabelle though, she's too young to remove the glamour!
"I know, sweetie, but you have to trust me please. I promise its all ok!" With her mothers words the child took a hesitant step forward reaching for her mother's warm soft hand.
"I love you, remember that!" She squeezed the tiny gloved hand.
"I love you too Mummy!"
Isabelle lead her daughter through the brass arched gates as they emitted a creak. Izzy didn't even want to think about the feelings that persistently churned her stomach. She was nervously sick, nervously terrified, nervously nervous! There was no turning back now. Isabelle knew that she had to do this. What sort of mother never let their child meet any of their family… okay but Clary's mum had her reasons…. Anyhow Izzy needed her child to know what she was before it was too late.

Hesitating, she drew her hand in line with the door bell. A long moment drew… and the longer she left it, the harder it was for her to press. Her daughter asked what she was doing from behind her. This was the push Izzy needed to press. The bell rang loud. A heat crawled slowly up Isabelle's back making her neck and cheeks burn. Her head ached and her hands trembled. Who would open the door? How would they react to her, and the news of her child? What if Simon opened the door? Or her father? Or Alec? What if they weren't in? Her head spun like a whisk. Her washing machine stomach churned. Izzy bit down hard on her lip subconsciously as she heard the unmistakable turn of the lock. She gipped. Isabelle was going to throw up… suddenly her stomach settled as she saw her mothers kind face staring at her in amazement. Their eyes met.
"Isabelle…" It was a sigh, a gasp and a whisper rolled into one. The colour ran form Maryse's face.
"Hi mom…" A small tear ran from Maryse's left eye making its was, meandering, down her face and then her arms were arounf Isabelle; hugging her tightly.
"You're alive?"
"Yes mom, I'm alive!" Izzy smiled and hugged her mother back.
"I've been so worried you stupid girl! I though you were dead! What on earth made you leave like that? Your father and I have been beside ourselves with worry! Alec has hardly been to see us! Jace moved away! And Simon, That poor boy! He has hardly eat, slept even…he's thrown himself into training! He doesn't even talk! You are so selfish Isabelle" Maryse was still holding her daughter close to her. There was now a small wet patch on both women shoulders from tears.
"I'm s sorry Mom I swear! I know how stupid I was!" Izzy was sobbing too much to carry on with her sentence.
Finally Maryse pulled away from Isabelle and looked at the small figure behind her "Who's this?" The heat crept back into Isabelle.
"Its… this is Emily…. My… my daughter" She stuttered and braced herself for the worse, however, all Maryse did was crouch down and introduce herself.
"I'm Emily, like my mummy said… and I'm 4 and a half!"
Maryse smiled softly "you look just like your father" A look of alarm rose to Emily's chubby face yet Maryse just ignored' it and showed them both inside.

Soon Isabelle found herself with a mug of hot coca between her frozen fingers, sat on the sofa by the fire in the sitting room. She smiled as Emily coloured. Beside her was Maryse sipping her cup of coca with the same an air of motherly elegance that Isabelle had recently acquired. There was a question circling her mind, where is everyone? For an institute, it had always been oddly quiet, but this, this was scary. No one but her mother was here. Not even her father who made a point of needing to always needing to be in the institute in case of emergency. Therefore she wasn't used to thing being so…tranquil.
"Where is everyone?" She asked quietly and timidly, turning to face her mother whilst crossing her legs. Maryse drew a leg up and turned to Isabelle.
"Well you're father is in a meeting with Magnus, the Seelie Queen, Raphael and Luke about the next steps against the Octavious Portal. Alec is there too. And Jace lives with Clary now in the Nebraska institute and Simon is in Idris for the week visiting a friend from the academy."
"Oh…" Was all Isabelle could say "When will they be back?"
Maryse picked up on the slight quiver in her girl's voice. "Later tonight… Your father has been worried too!" Izzy scoffed and took a sip letting it burn her tongue.
"You shouldn't be so harsh with him, Isabelle. We have all made mistakes its been almost 7 years, let it go… I have." Izzy knew Maryse was talking about her resistance of forgiveness towards her father. Isabelle gave her mother nothing but a slight nod.
"Emily is beautiful! So much like Simon."
Izzy smiled "I know… it kills me. She's a constant reminder, in the best ways, of him."
"I bet! I remember, once upon a time, when you were that small!" Maryse's eyes glazed over and a dreamy look conquered her fire illuminated face. Then, with a shake of her head, the expression as gone as quick as it had come.

Hours later, after Emily had been put to bed in a spare room just across from Isabelle's old one, Maryse and herself were talking about England in the kitchen. The house was still just as tranquil as before, only now there was the gentile simmers of the stew pot added to the lull of noise.

"Smells good" Said Isabelle as she took a sip of water. Maryse just smiled. Click. The door had opened. There was a muffled conversation coming from the hallway. The a creak as the kitchen door opened.
"Smells fantastic m-" It was Alec. He stopped mid-sentence his jaw dropped and blue eyes the size of pebbles. Robert was beside his sporting a similar look. Magnus, who had just appeared from behind the door, was the one to break the silence.
"Hello stranger!" He smirked and sat at the breakfast bar.
"Isabelle?" Izzy just smiled and opened her arms to her brother. Alec, being the softie he was, embraced his sister lovingly. "I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too!" Izzy felt tears pricking at her eyes. Alec pulled back smiling.
"How have you been? Where have you been?" Alec's face was full of concern for his sister and again Robert's face almost mirrored his Son's.
Izzy smiled and explained how she'd moved to a place called Yorkshire in England and how she was pregnant at the time. She told them how worried of their disapproval she had been (which resulted in both Maryse and Robert telling her off for being so closed minded.) and how her and Emily were back for good, if they'd have her.
"Isabelle we're your parents, we wouldn't throw you out for having a baby!"
Izzy smiled at her fathers unusually kind words "I understand that now. I was just young, and scared and worried and hormonal and… ugh! I was crazy I know!"
"You're right. You were crazy!" Chirped Alec who was sat snuggled into Magnus' Side.
"Does Simon know?" asked the Warlock. Isabelle paused and shook her head slowly.
"No. Not yet" She replied. "But he will, as soon as he gets back!"