Two screaming children ran down the hall, the smaller navy blue boy trailing behind his older brother. Alec was sitting comfortably on the couch trying to get up the energy to go make dinner, but it seemed he had no choice now but to get up and tend to the squabbles of the children.

"Max took my stele," Rafe whined to his father.

"Rafe wouldn't let me play with it!" Max argued.

"You could hurt yourself," Rafe reminded his brother. "Runes aren't good for warlocks."

"Doesn't mean I can't draw on the wall," Max objected as he reached forward to snatch the stele back. Suddenly there was a bang, and all three of them were thrown four feet apart. Alec groaned. Children with magic meant a whole different range of parenting problems. Max now had the stele in question, and Alec quickly confiscated it before his son could do more accidental magic.

"I am going to take this for a while," Alec said. "And you two can take this up with Papa when he gets home." The two boys grumbled but peace was restored.

They had adopted Rafe only a few years after Max. Rafael was his full name. He'd been named after Magnus's old friend who died during the war. Rafe was a shadowhunter from Buenos Aires, Argentina so he had darker skin tone much like Magnus. Suffice to say their family portrait didn't match in the slightest, but who said the only aging warlock in history, the first opening gay nephilim, a blue skinned warlock, and a South American orphan couldn't be a family? The answer to that question was, of course, the Clave but they couldn't do a thing about it and they knew it. Alec loved his strange little family, and he wouldn't change it for the world. To him, they were perfect.

The crisis now solved, Alec turned to stare at the couch again. He could get back to his book, but he really should start making dinner. Alec could hear his sons happily returned to their game. He smiled. It was natural for siblings to squabble, and he was happy they both had that experience in their lives. Alec couldn't imagine what being an only child felt like, but he knew having a brother was like having a best friend for life.

Alec took a moment to look around his apartment, or rather Magnus's loft, since it was still the same place he'd moved into only two weeks after surviving hell. All Alec's favourite memories seemed to be tied up in this place, but also some of his worst ones, the day Magnus had left, thinking he'd intended to forget Alec. Though looking back on it, these days Alec wondered if maybe the first time Magnus had dumped it, hadn't been worse. It was idle thought, and Alec knew he was just procrastinating making dinner.

With a sigh, Alec head to the kitchen and looked through the cupboards for something simple to make. He was well over halfway through cooking it when he heard Magnus arrive home. He didn't need to turn and look to know both boys had instantly approached Magnus to solve their stele problem. Alec smiled as he listened to Magnus easily sooth the children. Magnus hadn't been very confident he would do well with kids before they'd adopted Max. Magnus had second guessed himself often, and leaned heavily on Alec in the beginning. It always warmed Alec's heart to see how far Magnus had come, though it hadn't taken Magnus long to pick up parenting, it still made Alec smile.

"What's for dinner, love?" Magnus asked as he joined Alec in the kitchen, both kids having run off to play.

"Nothing special," Alec said as he gestured to the pot of pasta boiling next to the tomato sauce and meatballs that was currently on the stove.

"It's always special when you make it," Magnus disagreed. Alec turned in Magnus's arms to kiss his husband. He then pulled away to stare at Magnus's face. The first hints of lines had appeared around his eyes. Alec's traced them with his fingers.

"You don't have to remind me," Magnus whined. "I know I'm getting ugly."

"Not at all," Alec replied as he gently kissed each of Magnus's wrinkles. When Magnus opened his eyes again, he in turn traced the subtle lines on Alec's face. It had been almost ten years since they'd adopted Max, so their faces weren't much altered. It was just enough however, to notice a difference, a maturity about their features.

"It is quite something to physically change with someone like this," Magnus sighed as he pressed his forehead to Alec's.

"Something good?"

"I think so," Magnus said. "I do sometimes wish I could know what I'd been thinking when I made this choice. Aside from wanting to be with you, I mean." He paused and pulled his head back to look at Alec. "But only sometimes."

"The rest of the time you are too busy refereeing brotherly squabbles," Alec smiled.

"Yes," Magnus laughed.

"So what was the solution this time?" Alec asked.

"I reminded Max he has magic lessons with me," Magnus said. "And Rafe gets rune lessons with you. Rafe doesn't get to play with potions, so Max doesn't get to play with stele's."

"Wise decision," Alec smiled as he went to set the table.

"Let me do that, darling," Magnus said, stopping Alec as he waved his hands and the table set itself with a slight shimmer of blue.

"If you were gonna do that anyway," Alec whined. "Then you could have just magicked up dinner so I didn't have to cook."

"Oh but where is the fun in that?" Magnus replied grinning. "When doing it this way means I get to see that adorable annoyed expression on your face." Alec rolled his eyes. "Besides you usually complain that I shouldn't steal food."

"Fine," Alec sighed. "Use my own morals against me when I'm tired."

"That's what I'm here for," Magnus grinned as he kissed Alec sweetly.

If an Angel fell from the heavens and gave Alec the chance to wish for anything, no matter how impossible, there isn't a single thing he'd ask for. Though Magnus's memories were never returned, and though his magic began to weaken as he aged, Alec had nothing to complain about.

Memories, mortality and magic didn't create love, nor could they prevent it.

Magnus might reference their early years together like a book he'd read one too many times instead of like a memory, but that didn't mean their love for each other was worth less. If anything Alec thought it was worth more. Alec wasn't the type to believe in soulmates, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't believe Magnus was his soulmate. The life they've lead together seemed intent on proving to Alec that no matter the world, situation, or universe he- Alexander Lightwood- belonged exclusively to Magnus Bane.

The End!

I hope you enjoyed this story but yeah its so time to end it. I got the idea for this story when I was absently thinking of plot concepts and I thought how about a memory loss Malec story. My two ideas were Alec loses memories to a demon during a fight or Magnus loses memories trying to become mortal. I quickly figured out the second one was far more interesting and started writing.

I thought it would be a one shot, but my one shot was quickly over 5,000 words so I cut it into two chapters. Then I wanted to include Caterina POV so I cut it into three chapters. Then I thought it needed a Malec gets back together Alec pov chapter after that so it became four chapters. (Side note: this is so far my ONLY Mortal Instrument or Malec story that hasn't included Magnus's POV.) Then I thought well plot over so the end but you guys wants more so I thought why not add a little adorable fluff.

BUT four fluff chapters is enough right! As my beta said they are starting to feel forced. Speaking of my beta reader a big thank you to her! Allieanna on fanfic edited this whole story for me. Believe me without her there would be oh so many typos and make far less sense. She has a Clace fanfic if you guys want to check it out!

Please check out my new Malec story! it's called 'Royal Dilemma' and its a Malec Fantasy AU. I seem to always be updating at least two stories at all times these days... not sure how that happened by oh well. With this story marked complete now I am back to just updating two so yay! Much more manageable.