"I love you," he began, "and you've been stressing lately, and it's not good for you, or our child. And what better way to relax than to eat your comfort food?"
Oh my God, I literally love this man. "I love you," I said.
My mind suddenly plunged into memories, of both of us.
The first time we met, the first time we said "I love you's", I wanted to say how cliche it was, going through a near-death experience just to get the courage needed to tell him the truth.
Being with Alec had taught me so much. This marriage had taught me so much. He himself had taught me so much, and I'm reminded that sometimes, the shadowhunter motto wasn't really all that.
Showing emotions doesn't make you weak, or that sometimes, thinking with your heart isn't all that bad.
"What are you thinking about?" Alec asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"It's all over the place," I admitted. "But anyway, what happened while I was at Idris?"
Alec told me about Simon and Izzy had teamed up to find a cure for Clary and I had to give it to Lewis for taking on a job that dangerous, especially since he'd lost the mark of Cain.
Apparently, Aldertree was doing illegal experiments on Downworlders, using Heavenly Fire serums to remove their demon blood.
This made me want to punch Aldertree in the face, but then again, I was never the one to start a fight, or use fists.
Words were just as lethal, you see.
But anyway, the downworlders became mundane. A few of them being Iris Rouse, the former legal guardian of Madzie, and my old friend, Raphael, the former vampire.
There was also this other blond girl, Helen Blackthorn, I believe, who aided them.
The Blackthorns were known because of their heritage. They had ties to the shadowhunter world and the Downworld. Helen and this other kid named Mark were half-Seelie.
"Ugh, I really missed out," I scrunched my nose up as I softly patted my belly. "I'll be right back, okay? I need to use the restroom."
I went inside the restroom that was two rooms away and quickly did my business. And when I got out, a drunk looking Magnus caught my sight.
"Jesus Christ." I echoed as I approached him.
He could barely open his eyes. And I bet he was going to pass out any minute.
"I found a grey strand and I'm going to die soon." He slurred as I gripped him by the other to steady him.
"You're not going to die." I rolled my eyes.
"I lost my warlock tolerance for booze." He complained.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "How much have you had?" I asked.
"A lot," he answered. "Why?" He made a face, "you judging me?"
I shook my head. "Of course not, I'm just concerned. I've never seen you like this."
He gave me a feigned look of surprise. "Me too."
"Did something happen?" I asked.
"Oh, you didn't hear?" He asked, his tone sarcastic. "I lost my magic. Twice!" He giggled drunkenly. "And I'm just coming to terms with how useless I am without it."
I shook my head. "That's not true."
"Oh, easy for you to say." He scoffed. "You're at the top of your game with an institute of Shadowhunters at your beck and call. You're pregnant with Alexander's baby, and I bet he or she's going to have a better future than me." He sighed. "Me? Well, I'm just a has-been warlock who isn't good for anything, except comic relief and drinking. But hey, I'm a mundane now, right?"
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