Malec ONE SHOTS

Delar saknas definitivt

"We'll then why don't you just snap your fingers and make it be built?"

"I can only magic it if I know what the end product should be. They only displayed the toddler sleeping design"

The bickering continued for another hour with more argument, as the skeletal remains of the crib frame looked more like a death trap than a bed for a new born. They were approaching hour 5 of the whole ordeal when finally, they felt confident that the stupid contraption wouldn't implode on itself.

"Alexander" Magnus asked trying to look through squinted eyes at the mess. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" he gruffed out, truth be told he just didn't want to mess with it anymore. "We used all the pieces"

"Then what are all those pieces in the corner over there?" Magnus asked still irritated about being called old.

"I don't know. Extras?"

Magnus took a deep sigh. His nerves were already incredibly thin and he didn't want to fight anymore. He walked over to the bags to grab the bed linens and décor and stopped when he pulled out the items.

"ALEXANDER GIDEON LIGHTWOOD!" he screamed out across the living room.

"What is it?"

"DID YOU SWITCH MY ITEMS???" Magnus pulled out everything, rather than the rainbow and yellow ducky covered set he'd picked out, found a very dull gray and dark gray striped set.

"Yes. I. Did." Was all he got back.

"How could you?! And you didn't consult me"

"I wasn't aware there was a discussion. You know Jace is terrified of ducks. I'm sure they will like this one better. "

"No! you picked one YOU'D like better"

"What's the difference! It was for the baby not for you!!" and just like that the straw broke the camel's back, as Magnus tuned to face Alec with a look of pure murder in his eyes, water works already threatening to spill.

"Magnus, calm down. It's a baby. I promise you he or she won't care at all"

"I will NOT let MY child be subjected to this!" tears sprang from his eyes as he threw the set across the room hitting the shambles of a crib. After creaking, it slanted horribly to the side, threatening to break apart.

"Magnus!" replied Alec, having moved when he knew the bedding set was aimed for his head. "Calm down! Why are you crying?" Alec moved towards him and placed a gentle hand against his cheek. "And what do you mean your child? You do realize this isn't your child right?"

"I know!" he sniffled out, upset that his tears betrayed him. "but this is the closest thing I may ever get" he pouted.

"What does that mean? Magnus do you want children?" Alec blurted out, shocked at the turn the conversation had taken.

"I don't know! Maybe?" He whined out, realizing he had maybe made this a little bit more about himself than he should have.

"Mags" he pulled the slightly shorter man in for a hug "Is that what this is about?"

"No!" yes. Definitely yes. "I wanted this to be perfect."

"Magnus. This isn't our child. When it's our turn you can make all those choices. I've already given up on that." He let out a small laugh. "Maybe that's why I'm being so stubborn, I just wanted a little input."

"our child?" Magnus looked up at Alec's bright eyes. "You mean we?"

"I mean, eventually. I would like to eventually have a child running around here."

Magnus wrapped his arms around his love. Okay, maybe he had been trying to live vicariously through Clary and the Herondale boy, but these news made him giddy.

"I'm sorry I've been so childish" Magnus whispered against Alec's chest.

"Me too. We should have been working together"

The pair smiled and made their way back to their working site.

"You do know whatever that is, may kill the baby right?"

Some time had passed when Jace let himself into the loft. Alec had instructed him that the crib would be ready around 8, so here he was. He'd been thrilled that his brother and Magnus had offered the crib and it meant the world to him and his wife. He walked into the living room and found the pair. Glasses of wine in hand laughing about something.

"Hey guys. What's going on?" He inquired, noting the cozy fire they had built in the fireplace despite it being mid-august.

"Having smores" replied Alec. Sticking a fresh marshmallow onto a strangely shaped piece of wood.

"That's nice? You told me yesterday to come today to pick up the crib"

"Well. About that" replied Magnus, taking a sip of wine. "Turns out we suck at building. We ordered one online. Should be delivered tomorrow morning, prebuilt. We'll just portal it over to you tomorrow. Smore?" He answered patting the floor next to them. Jace gave them a face but sat down beside them. "We decided the crib is going to be black."

"And the covers are going to be fuzzy lions and tigers and happy clouds" added Alec, twisting the molten marshmallow and spreading it over a cracker.

"Sounds cute. I'm sure Clary and the baby will love it!" Jace answered happily. "But why the smores in the middle of summer?"

"It seems we had some extra wood lying around" chimed Alec, using a poker to move around the burning piece of a supposed to be white crib.

-★Thoughts? Comments? :D Let me know what you think! Don't forget to ★ Also are there any prompts/topics/or scenarios you'd like for me to try writing? Let me know!-★

Bonus House points to whoever translates the title! :D It's in the native tongue used by the company IKEA! :D 

also. for the record. BUILDING Ikea furniture is the worst.