Another update for you today because I am feeling in the mood to write and another dedication to Tibbiel, who is just awesome and IS an angel (she has a halo and everything). Enjoy the chapter; I have tried to make it a bit longer this time.

Lu xxx

Alec led Max along the rapidly darkening street towards the new marble building that had been open only a few weeks. This was where their apartment was. The apartment that was to become their home. The rest of their things were going to be shipped over and dropped off at some point over the next couple of days and the following Monday he would begin work as a columnist in the biggest newspaper in the city, The Idris Times. Alec had been writing for the newspaper in their small town back in California for years on and off, but when he had been told that he had been offered a job by arguably the biggest newspaper in the country it had been a dream come true. The massively posh apartment on Riverside Drive that had come with the job had also been a dream come true. It was just too bad that the city and the people in it were Alec's worst nightmare.

The two of them wandered into the lobby. There was a shining black marble desk, tasteful chaste lounges scattered at equally tasteful intervals, and white light glowing softly from crystals on the walls. The entire lobby actually was black, but it didn't feel cold or dark; the lights were strong enough to prevent that, but not so strong as to blind you. It was all actually very nice. Max was looking around in awe at the place, his small suitcase trailing behind him quietly. He looked perfect to Alec. He gave his son's hand a quick squeeze as they came up to the desk. A short woman sat behind the desk tapping something away at the computer. The white blouse and prim bun did nothing to hide the girl herself. Wisps of bright red hair were flung around her face and the mascara she was wearing was slightly smudged under her eyes. No matter how much more grown up she looked, Alec would never be able to mistake her for anyone else. Clary. She had been Jace's girlfriend when he had left. He wondered if that was who he had married. In a way, he hoped so. Clary had always been a very good influence on Jace, levelling him, telling him off when he snapped out. She was brilliant.

She smiled as she looked up, beaming from ear to ear. So she had no hard feelings about him.

"Oh my goodness Alec, it's great to see you!" She got up and hugged him across the desk. "I knew that some A. Lightwood was going to be living in the penthouse here but I didn't dare hope it was going to be you! I've missed you so much!" Alec laughed, drawing back. He noticed the two sparkling rings decorating her ring finger. So she was married.

"It's great to see you too! And I guess congratulations are in order. Who is it then? Anyone I know?" Alec pointed to the rings. Clary blushed a deep shade of maroon. It was adorable.

"Yeh, Jace. Three years ago." Alec smiled.

"Well, I'm glad; you two are perfect for each other! Any little ones yet, or not?" Clary nodded.

"Yeh, Tessa. She's two. I hate leaving her, but we needed the extra money and I have a good childminder." She looked over the desk and saw Max staring up at her in wonder. She glanced back at Alec.

"I see you have one of your own. Heya!" She said, waving at the boy. He waved back at her.

"Hello. I'm Max. You're Clary, aren't you? Daddy always spoke about you. He said you were very special and very nice and that you would be a great godmother to me if you could meet me!" Now it was Alec's turn to blush.

"You made me Max's godmother?" She asked.

"Yep. Who else? You are perfect." She smiled again at that, and looked down at Max.

"Well, young man, I can think of no greater honour than being your godmother, and I fully intend to spend as much time as possible with you." She turned back to Alec. "And I think we need to have a proper catch up coffee too. Tomorrow afternoon at Taki's?" Alec nodded – he wasn't going to let the earlier incident put him off of the place that he loved so much. Although he may have to figure out a way to get Kaelie sacked. Okay, he definitely would.

"Sounds good!" Clary laughed before beginning to rummage behind the desk for something. Alec had to wait a couple of minutes and listen to a crash and several choice swear words before she finally emerged, her hair now even more messed up, and raised a set of keys triumphantly before his eyes.

"Your keys sir." She batted her eyelashes at him and pouted, doing a perfect imitation of a Bond girl. Alec hit her gently on the shoulder and took the keys gently from her outstretched finger.

"Cut it out, Clary, that is not attractive." He said it with a laugh though, and as he made to his way to the lift with Max he turned back and gave her a quick salute, a gesture that they had used a lot when they were younger and quite good friends.

"See you tomorrow then. Let's say three?" Clary saluted back.

"Gotcha!"

He smiled as they ascended the building in the spacious lift, the only one in his life that had given extra room after two people and their suitcases had crammed in. At least one of the people he had left behind did not hold anything against him, and was still willing to know him without constantly moaning about his faults and how he had supposedly abandoned him. It was very nice to know that someone still cared about him as a person, and not just at how he could be used to their advantage as a means to an end. He just hoped that Clary wouldn't drag Jace along to the meeting as well. He would not be able to cope with that at all, that would be too much too soon, especially after what had happened yesterday in Taki's. He had always imagined Izzy as selfish and obnoxious, but he had always thought that Jace was loyal and caring under the façade, standing by his family. Clearly that had been the wrong assumption to make about the boy. Maybe Alec had needed the separation from his family to see what they really were.

The lift screeched to a halt – apparently that was a generic feature of all of them – and the doors swung open onto the top floor. The two of them slid out into the corridor as the doors swung shut again, and after a bit of fiddling the lock in the door clicked open and the apartment was revealed. Like the rest of the building, it appeared to be mostly marble, with a slick modern kitchen and plush black leather sofas everywhere. After a little trial and error, Alec found the room destined to be Max's and put the boy to be before dropping onto one of the sofas, flicking on the plasma screen TV, and switching the channel until it got to the news. It was the only decent thing on, proof that Thursday night television was atrocious.

Magnus groaned. It was his week off this week – he always took this week off from the magazine he edited because Will was off school and it was his birthday – and he had been sleeping in. The phone was ringing. Who had the indecency to ring this early? Most people would think that two in the afternoon was actually rather late, especially on a weekday, but Magnus begged to differ – when he was on holiday he partied way into the night and slept well into the day. Groggily he leant over the bed and slid his mobile off of the bedside table. It was an unknown number. Great. If this was some crumby guy trying to sell him insurance he was going to be severely pissed off. He hit the answer button dubiously and held the damn thing up to his ears.

"Magnus Bane speaking, who the hell is this?" He snapped, the irritation at the caller very evident in his voice. The caller giggled very annoyingly in a high pitched, girly fashion. Great. Just what he needed.

"Why, it's me, Kaelie, from Taki's! We've all missed you a lot, you know!" Magnus felt fury rise in his chest. He loathed Kaelie with every fibre of his being.

"I don't care. Who gave you my fricking number?!" Kaelie tutted loudly and Magnus could almost see her rolling her eyes dramatically.

"A guy at you office. Jordan. I promised him that I would put a good word in with one of my customers for him if he gave me it." She giggled again. It was completely infuriating, and made him want to rip his own hair out. Or better, rip out Kaelie's. He doubted that would be hard – from what he remembered it was mostly tacky extensions anyway.

"Well, he's fired when I get in on Monday. As for you, if you call again I will report you to the police for abuse. I do not want to know you. I would rather not acknowledge your existence thanks."

"Well, do you want to know your old friends, Magnus? Or have you forgotten them? Izzy, Jace, Clary. And who could forget A…" Magnus hung up abruptly. He did not want to hear about Alec, not today. It had been eight years since he had made the biggest mistake of his life, and he didn't want to go back there. He had tried to move on, and was getting his life back on track. Alec was history. He had accepted long ago that he was never going to return from whatever place he had disappeared to. He had Will. He was all he needed in his life. Well, almost all.

The phone rang again. Magnus assumed that it must be Kaelie ringing him back to piss him off some more, and was in half a mind to throw it at the wall, but it was new – and anyway, it would be much more fun to shout at her like a lunatic than deal with more insurance paperwork. He had already broken his phone at least twice this month. It had become a bit of a habit to throw it at things when he was upset or angry or stressed. Which apparently was quite a lot.

"Oh for god's sake Kaelie will you stop ringing me!" He heard someone breathe in sharply in the background.

"Okay, who the hell is Kaelie Magnus?" Magnus bit down on his lip. Shit. It was…

"Camille, sorry, she isn't anyone. Well, she is. She is this deranged bitch who keeps calling me to wind me up about stuff that happened years ago that didn't even involve her. She's the waitress at Taki's."

"Oh, alright." Camille sounded like she accepted this, but Magnus wasn't sure – there still seemed to be a bit of apprehension in her voice. It worried him.

"Anyway, Camille my dear, what is it you want?"

"Well Magnus, I happen to be outside your door and I was wondering if it would be okay if I came in?"

"Yeh, sure. Will is out at his friend's house and will be overnight, so we have all the time you want. Feel free to venture into my humble abode. I will be out in about ten minutes – I happen to have just woken up."

"Okay then sweetie. Ten minutes." This time it was Camille who hung up. He had just pulled on any random pair of jeans and a purple button down shirt with a glittery collar and buttons when he heard the door swing open – Camille had had a key to the apartment for a few months now. He ran into the bathroom to quickly put on at least eyeliner and then some glittery hair gel. He had to make a least some effort to look magnificent, even if it would have to be a very toned down look.

When he deemed himself fit, he flung open his bedroom door and faced the scene. There was Camille on the low red leather sofa, pouting up at him with blood red lipstick that lit up her pale face. The red summer dress she wore would be considered by most verging on indecent but to Magnus very modest, and the heels were not saucy, contrary to popular belief, but rather stylish and sophisticated. All three shades were exactly the same. Her pale blonde hair fell around her face in a golden waterfall, and Magnus wondered how many hours she had spent getting it perfect – getting herself perfect. She battered her long, black eyelashes at him and stood up. Her eyes glinted a dangerous acid green. Magnus loved danger.

"Hello darling." She purred in a heavy accent. "I trust that I find you well on this striking afternoon?" The seductive tone in her voice made Magnus shudder slightly. He ignored the feeling.

"You do indeed Camille. To what do I owe the pleasure today?" Camille laughed. It was not the girlish flirting noise that Kaelie had made – this was strong and predatory. And very unnerving. Camille may have been Magnus's girlfriend, but she scared him. A lot.

"Why, I just wanted to see you Magnus! Is that too much to ask?"

She smiled, showing her sharp little teeth, and began to advance towards Magnus like a lion may stalk a gazelle. Magnus just stood there with an equally predatory glare. Rule one of loving Camille Belcourt – show all of your strengths and absolutely none of your weaknesses. As soon as she gets one of those she will use it to wrap you around her little finger and get what she wants. Well, Magnus had already allowed that to happen, and had done it to her. It was a level playing field.

"Absolutely not my sweet. It is always an honour to be in your presence." She was right in front of him. Magnus blinked. There was no space between them.

"And it is a privilege to be in yours."

Magnus wrapped his hands around Camille's waist, bringing her even closer to him. She placed her hands on her shoulder, gripping them tightly. He was going to have claw – no, nail – marks the next day. In her killer heels – Magnus had no doubt that Camille could kill a man in them, in fact she probably already had – she was almost as tall as him. Their foreheads and noses pressed gently together. Magnus could feel the heat washing off him and the coolness of her skin seep into his. Her skin was so very, very cold. Maybe it was because her heart was made of ice. Magnus didn't care though. He had given up in romance eight years ago when he had made the worst mistake of his life. Camille was just a distraction, but she didn't mind. He was a distraction for her as well. Magnus closed the gap between them finally, crushing his lips against hers. She tasted of strawberries.

Will eventually got home from Eric's house at around eight at night. Eric's mom had ridden back with him in the taxi and made sure that he had gotten into the building alright, but Will was annoyed at that. It was light outside, so surely he would be fine? Okay, he knew that there would be dangers, but he could deal with danger, because it was normally waiting for him in the apartment that he shared with his father every time he had been out for the day. The real trouble lay inside, and not outside. The real trouble was a bitch, and Will hated her.

Sure enough, when he walked in the door the trouble was sat giggling on the sofa with his dad, getting cherries popped into her mouth playfully. Will thought it was disgusting. Not the love business. The Camille using her father to pay her own debts off and keep her lavish lifestyle. Maybe the red overload was a symbol. It was a symbol of how that monster was bleeding his dad dry and taking him away from Will. He just hoped Camille never married Magnus. She would be the epitome of wicked stepmother. And from what Will had read about evil stepmothers in books; it would be horrific.

He dumped his bag mercilessly on the floor and kicked off his converse expertly, causing them to spiral several times in the air before landing perfectly next to each other. His dad had taught him that. Then he slammed the door shut. Still, his father and Camille didn't notice his presence, or pretended not too anyway. That was the worst thing Camille did – she made his dad forget his existence entirely. And when Will's dad was everything that he had, and everything he had ever had, this upset him quite a lot; all he wanted to do was punch her and mess up that pretty face – okay, so maybe he had read a few too many violent books for his age. Oh well. She did deserve it. However, today he decided that the best tactic would be to be nice to Camille. Maybe that would gain their attention, as this never happened. Both adults knew that Will hated their relationship.

"Hi Dad. Hi Camille." No response. Will came up right behind the sofa and placed a hand on the back of it.

"I think I'm going to go to bed now, I'm exhausted. Don't worry about dinner – Eric's mom fed me." Still no acknowledgement.

Will looked at his father. He was entirely transfixed on Camille, his golden green eyes that Will had seen pretty much nowhere else – Magnus had just stated that the blue eyes came from the other side of the family, so Will assumed that his mother had had them – gazing in a strange, glazed over manner into the acid green ones boring back into him. But the strange thing was that to Will, it didn't appear to be love. It seemed like something else, and there almost seemed to be some underlying sadness, some deep pain in there that Will was confused about. But his dad was happy with Camille! He was smiling! So why did he look so very, very unhappy?

"Dad, why do you look so sad?" Max asked. At that his father's head snapped up and he turned to face his son. Finally.

"What do you mean, Will?" He asked quickly. Will noticed that there was the hint of panic in his voice. But why?

"Well, you look happy but then you look really unhappy too!" Camille suddenly slapped her hand over her mouth, before lowering it slowly. She had red talons, sorry nails, too.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry, it's the anniversary today isn't it?!" Both Magnus and Will snapped their eyes to her, and fast.

"What?!" The exclaimed simultaneously. Will's dad was the first to speak again after that.

"What do you mean, Camille?" He hissed as her through his teeth. Will had seen that look before; he was trying desperately hard no to slap her. He had to suppress a giggle.

"I'm sorry, I whould never have come, I'll just go…"

"What anniversary?"

"No Camille, it's fine, you can stay, I don't mind…"

"Magnus, I'm sure you just need space to clear your head about the whole thing, I know how upset you still are about it…"

"Camille please just be quiet…" Magnus gestured towards Will with his head.

"What anniversary?!"

"I know how much you still miss him, I mean eight years after what you went through is awful…"

"Dad…"

"Just shut up!" Magus roared suddenly standing up with a look of fury on his face. This again died down to something that Will couldn't place. All he knew was that he didn't like seeing his dad like that.

"Camille, please leave. I'm sorry, but please just go." His voice was shaking, Will noticed, as was the rest of him. Magnus watched as Camille sauntered out of the door, her head held arrogantly high, before pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and turning towards Will.

"Will, go to bed. I'll see you in the morning, yeh?" Will nodded, eager not to upset his dad any further, because he was sure that this was his fault for bringing up the topic like he did in front of Camille. He ran forward and grabbed his father tightly around the waist in a hug.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Magnus ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Sorry for what, Will?"

"For making you sad." Magnus laughed slightly – it was a shaky laugh, and a sad one. A hopeless one. It scared Will, because his dad had always been the most hopeful person that he had ever known.

"That's not your fault. It's my fault." Magnus kissed the top of his son's hair. "Now, go to bed please." Will nodded again, and hopped off to his bedroom, still worried but deciding not to worry think about it. His dad had dealt with everything, so surely his dad could deal with this? Only time would tell.

Max had gone to bed, but he wasn't sleeping. He was flicking through the photo album that belonged to his father instead, looking at all of the pictures and trying to piece together his other father. Magnus. Well, the name suited him well. In all the pictures he certainly looked flamboyant; he seemed to be in love with glitter and colour, never dressed in just grey and black like his dad. He was always smiling, always joking around. He never looked really too serious, more just the sort of person who enjoyed life and lived for the moment. The strange thing was, seeing his dad in the pictures, he seemed happy and carefree as well, as if Magnus was teaching him to live. Now he just looked serious all of the time, and quite sad as well. Max wondered if he had ever stopped missing Magnus after what had happened. By the looks of things, no.

He was also quite shaken up by the day's events. First of all, he had found out a bit about Alec's life pre-California. All he had known previously was that he had been born of a surrogate mother, he had two dads, he had a twin brother, his dads had broken up and he had moved to California. No reasons why or anything. But now, it was starting to come together. The hard life that his dad had had before Max, the sadness and rejection he had had even then. The way his sister and his brother were awful to him and blamed him for everything. How that was one of the main reasons why the relationship broke down. Max still didn't know much about the break up, though. He didn't know whether it was just that, or whether there were other factors in play. He would ask his dad one day, but for now he didn't want to upset him any more, so he decided to just be content with what he knew. After all, Will from the library knew virtually nothing, his dad had told him nothing at all about his past.

He sighed, the tiredness finally hitting him strongly. He looked at his alarm clock; eleven o'clock. Now was probably a very good time to go to sleep if he was going to be up and doing things the next day, and besides the thought he might end up falling asleep anyway if he tried to stay up much longer. He let his favourite photograph sink into his brain before laying back on the mountain of pillows that he had built himself and letting sleep gradually carry him away like a boat on a lazy stream. The image stayed with him until he fell over the waterfall into darkness.

The picture was of Magnus and his dad at the beach at sunset (Max was still trying to adjust to this new person having name, and wasn't able to call him dad just yet). They were standing on the pier against the glowing orange sky looking at each other and laughing, as if sharing a private joke that only they knew. The look between them was of pure love and understanding, something that Max would have thought unmovable. But apparently, it had been moved. And all through his dreams that night, he was subconsciously asking himself – what could have happened between them that made their love not enough? Or was the whole break up a mistake that never should have, never needed to have taken place?

Magnus was staring at him not with hate, but with an expression on his face that he just couldn't place. Alec didn't want to admit it, but he was pretty sure it was a look of betrayal, of hurt. When Alec had got back from babysitting his brother and sister – seriously, they were only a few years younger than him, but his parents insisted that he came and cooked for them and so on when they were out, which was most weekends and quite a lot of weekdays – Magnus had been slumped in an armchair with his chin on his fist waiting. Alec was scared that he had upset Magnus, but he also couldn't abandon his family. He just couldn't do it. It was ridiculous.

"Magnus, I am sorry, I had to go to look after them…"

"Had to? Or wanted to?"

"What do you mean by that?!"

"I mean that I reckon that you just go all the time because despite everything that we have been through together you are still in love with Jace and are actually just popping over there to have a good time with him!" Alec laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was a cold laugh.

"Why are you obsessed with this idea that I am still in love with Jace?! I'm in love with you Magnus! You, and not anyone else!" Magnus ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated and confused and hurt.

"Can you prove that you only love me?"

"How?! Tell me that Magnus, how?!"

"By not going to see your siblings every other day! They can find someone else, Alec!"

"You know that it doesn't work like that Magnus! And anyway, would oyu like to explain the rose perfume that this place always smells like when I have been out? I'm not stupid. I know that Caamille had been coming here a lot lately. The difference is, whilst I'm telling the truth about not having any other romantic feelings, I think you lie every time you say that you only love me. I think you're having an affair with that bitch."

"That's not true, Alec, we are just friends."

"Why should I believe that when you refuse to believe me?" He said it with a calm, logical certainty, a reasonableness that he only employed in these situations. "Look, please can we just try and make this work Magnus, for the boys? They only cam home today. Today. We can't let them live with parents that argue like us. This needs fixing, please Magnus!" Alec knew he was begging, but he couldn't bear to see these two children hurt. They meant everything to him, he could not let them go through that.

"You're right Alec. They can't live with parents that argue like us. This does need fixing." The words should have reassured Alec, but they didn't. They just scared him more an more. There was a really ominous feeling in the room, a feeling of despair and hope and love lost. Alec absolutely hated it, he wanted it to just go back where it had come from and leave him alone.

Magnus turned away from him, and the feeling only got worse. He watched as his boyfriend raked his hands through his sparkling hair again. His hands were shaking as he did so, Alec noted. Magnus never shook. Ever. Crap. This was serious. No. No, this could not be happening. It couldn't be. It couldn't. It couldn't. It couldn't. But it was.

"I'm sorry Alec, but it's over."

Alec's eyes snapped open and he gasped for air. His forehead was covered in a thin veil of sweat and his heart was hammering in his chest so hard that he felt like his ribs were breaking over it. It was just a dream. A memory, but it wasn't happening now. It was just a dream, a dream, which he needed to forget and move on from. It wasn't real. It was not real. But the tears were. They ran down his face in torrents, like a waterfall of emotions. It was too much with all the memories resurfacing on the anniversary and being in this place again. What a stupid time of year to come. But he was here now, and he was going to have to face it again, because he could not let this event rule his life. It was in power now, but it was time for a revolution. It was the moment for times to change. He was just going to have to get out of the fact that this had all been entirely his fault.

He sat there looking at the joint on the table. He had been clean since he was what fifteen? The year he had first met Alec. Yeh. A year later they had been cannon. Now, he was a mess again, slipping back into all of the worst habits that the other boy had been able to iron out. He knew this was mostly his fault. He knew that he should have been more understanding of Alec and his family, he knew that it was very important to him, but he had been too jealous, and too hypocritical. He had just over thought everything, and instead of trying to work out how they could get over the problem like Alec had begged him to he had just sat back and acted all high and mighty, accusing Alec of things that he knew weren't true, and then denying when Alec had accused him of something that was.

At first, what he had said had been true – Camille had just been a friend to whom he could tell all of his issues, and with whom he could just relax. He had had her over when Alec was out to talk about his concerns about their relationship and Camille had just been understanding and reassuring. All the while Magnus should have let his mind tell him what he knew subconsciously was true, that Camille had been winding him around her little finger and hunting him like the snake she was. She had become more and more seductive as the time went on, pulling him closer, drawing him in so slowly and carefully that it was impossible to tell. Or maybe his mind had just glossed over it. Either way, he hadn't realised until he was right inside her trap, and there was no escape. The first time she had kissed him had been when he was a year into his relationship with Alec. The kiss had been like a drug, pulling Magnus into another addiction, but causing him serious damage as well. Camille had caught him good and proper, and a him and Alec had drifted further apart and then closer like the tide, he had been pulled out to sea until he was drowning, and Camille was the only source of air but all the while was dragging him further under. And now she was at his door again.

"Come in, Camille." He sighed, exasperated. Right now he wanted a distraction, and she was the perfect candidate. He knew that it was wrong, that she had been one to mess things up for him, but he couldn't help himself. He was hooked on her.

"Why hello Magnus. How splendid to see you." Her regal voice feigned caring, but underneath she was cold. Cold and manipulative. She could do devious and passionate. Those were the two emotions she actually felt. The rest was lies. Just lies.

"And it is wonderful to see you too, Camille. Do sit down." Camille clacked over in her sharpened silver heels and perched herself on Magnus's lap.

"May I sit here, Magnus?" She asked, although he doubted she needed his approval – she was going to sit there anyway.

"Of course my dear." She lazily reached up and lifted Magnus's chin, brushing gently along his cheekbone in a soothing manner. Magnus knew that it was all an act, but he was able to find some comfort in the motion.

"Are you alright Magnus? You look unhappy." Magnus reached up his hand and placed it over hers.

"I just feel so guilty Camille." She smiled, showing pointed white teeth. Oh god. Here comes devious. Brace yourself, Magnus, his brain told him, but he refused to listen to it. He needed someone, anyone right now, and if Camille was willing to help him out, well, she would have to do.

"Do you want me to help you feel less guilty?" Magnus didn't know what to say to that at all, but luckily someone else helped him out. A loud crying echoed through the apartment. His son had woken up, and obviously needed something. By the sounds of it, he was hungry – Magnus may have not known little Will very long, but he had learnt to recognise that call.

"I'm sorry Camille, I'm gonna have to go sort out Will, I can't leave him hungry." He said, glancing over to the crib in the corner of the room.

"Why? Can't he wait an hour or two?" Magnus sighed, trying to push her off of him. She wouldn't move, and looped her arms round the back of his neck in protest.

"No, Camille, he can't, he is a seven day old baby!" He grabbed her hands and pinned them down on either side of her. "Now get off and let me see to him!" She looked furious, and stodd up quickly, drawing back her hands and rubbing at her wrists where he had grabbed them. They looked slightly red, but it would fade in a couple of minutes. Magnus would never hurt her properly. He could never do that to anyone.

"Fine. You know what, fine. Care more about him than me. But it's basically your way of saying tjat you are always going to love Alec more than me and no matter how much I give to you, you'll still never love me the way that I love you. Don't expect me to call, Bane."

She stormed off out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her and muttering under her breath. For once, Magnus was glad to see her go. He got up and padded barefoot over to the crib, the joint now entirely forgotten. Maybe Will would be his was of getting through this. Maybe he would go back to drugs, and maybe he would get with Camille finally after all of this messing about, but William would be his rock, keeping him sane, keeping him on track. In return, Magnus would love the boy with all of his heart. He cradled his son to his chest, and he immediately stopped crying. Maybe that was what Will had need after all – not food, but his father. And Magnus was sure as hell going to be there for him for eternity and a day.

An extra long chapter for you! Hope you have enjoyed! Lu xxx