And just like that Jace was gone. Clary sighed a small amused smile on her face. "Alright why don't we get back to work. What style was the Mona Lisa painted in?"

Jace strolled back into the institute seeing as know one was home and Magnus kidnapped his daughter. It was oddly quite and eerie. Not one of the nine eight if you count how Alec was at Magnus's most of the time anyway, he just couldn't decide. Deciding he had nothing better to do Jace walked back to his and Clary's room.

He looked over their clean-ish room. A few is Sky's toys littered the floor, along with some new baby stuff Clary had already started buying. Clary's desk was the messiest pencils, paints, chalk, crayons and five or six new sketchbooks littered the small desk. He chuckled to himself picturing those nights when Clary would stay up all night to finish something she was really proud of. He crawled onto the bed shedding his pants and his shirt and moved over to Clary's side smelling the ever prominent vanilla and strawberry scent. He fell asleep dreaming of a small little golden headed baby boy.