I started giggling uncontrolbly when Alec's hands snuck under my shirt and he started tickling me. We were laying on the bed and I was underneath my husband- who was stradling me. Let me explain how we came to be in this position, he was in a sitting position on the bed, doing some paper work he had to do as head of the Institute and I was bored. So, I started poking his bicep with my index finger until he had enough of me and placed the papers on the bedside table, straddled me and started tickling my sides.

"A-alec, s-top-p." I gasped out, a giggling mess, as he continued to torture me. He was grinning happily and for a second I forgot how to breath as I looked at the beautiful sight that was my husband.

He stopped tickling me and looked at me, tilting his head slightly, "Are you okay?" His voice was warm and concerned, causing me to smile happily.

"I just love you." I whispered softly, but based on the grin that took place on his face, he heard me.

"I love you, too." He whispered back, bending down and he kissed me softly. I brought my hands up and locked them around his neck as his traveled under my shirt to my sides. I let my hands wonder down his chest and I tugged on his shirt, causing him to briefly break our kiss to remove his shirt.

Hours later, we finally decided to get up after I helped Alec finish his paper work. After all, I'm the one who interrupted him from doing it in the first place. Not that I'm complaining or anything.

It's been two months since I've remembered and two months since I've discovered I'm a Reaper. I haven't really talked about it or tested my abilities. I can sense that Alec wants to talk about it, but doesn't want to push me even if he doesn't like that I'm keeping things from him. It's something that I love most about him. And of course his glorious body.

Things has never been better than it is right now and we are more in love than ever. We are also in that honeymoon stage since we never got to go on honeymoon because I was kidnapped and taken away from my family. Every moment we can, we spend together.

But there is apart of me that is afraid. Because one day the other shoe will drop and we are going to have to talk about the things that happened to me before I was put under the sleeping spell. For now, I'm enjoying time with my husband and ignoring the nagging at the back of my mind that is telling me to talk to Alec.

Things are also looking up for Izzie. She has a boyfriend named, Sebastian Verlac, apparently he is a shadowhunter from the London institute. She hasn't brought him around, she first wants to get to know him first before she brings him around to meet us.

And, my brother has finally seen there light with Clary, grew a pair and asked her out. Thank the angel for that because if he didn't soon, I was going to have to step in and play cupid. Now, it wasn't something I'd normally do but I'd do anything for my big brother, just like he'd do for me.

Currently, my husband was busy giving me a piggy back ride and there was goofy smiles on our faces as we made our way to the kitchen, starved from our morning activities.

"What do you want?" Alec asked me as he gently placed me down on the chair at the counter. He turned to me while I thought

"Surprise me." I told him, a smile on my lips and I rested my head on the palm of my hand, he gave me a nod paired with a forehead kiss and a smile before he moved around the kitchen and started to work on our brunch.

I watched as he went to the fridge and took out some eggs, bacon and cheese. My smile grew as I realized what he was making for me. It was my favorite dish that only he could make. Omelette filled with bacon and cheese. I just love how the cheese melts and mixes with the eggs bacon.

Alec shot me a grin when he saw my smile and knew that I figured out what he was making. There was a comfortable silence between us as he worked on the food - only soft smiles being exchanged between us now and again.

It was less than twenty minutes later when he placed a plate of food infront of me and a plate on the place besides me. After pouring each of us a glass of orange juice, he sat down next to me and we started eating.

"Oh, here you both are." I heard Maryse's voice when we were half way done with our meals. I heard the clicking of her heels as she walked towards us and I barely surpressed an eye roll at her. I took my husband's hand an squeezed it and he squeezed it back in a comforting manner.

"It is in no way appropriate for the head of the Institute to get up at this time of day." She said in her usual disproving manner as she stopped infront of us. I heard Alec mutter a soft 'here we go again' as he knew her comment set me of.

I looked my mother-in-law straight in the eyes as I said, "Maybe if you had some more sex, you'd be less uptight." My told was blunt and her eyes widened. I could hear Alec choking back a laugh and it made my own lips twitch slightly.

"That is totally inappropriate." She told me, clearly unnerved by my comment about her more than later likely none existing sex life.

"Yeah, so is half the mundanes, trust me I know. I lived with them for six months." I retorted and I looked at Alec, to see him pursing his lips - amusement all over his handsome face.

She took a deep breath before continuing, "That is not my reason for seeking you out." She told us both and my husband and I exchanged a look.

I let go of Alec's hand, "Do tell." I said, leaning back in my seat, my eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched and I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.

"I wanted to know when you are planing on having a baby. The Lightwood name needs-" Maryse didn't get to finish her sentence because she was cut of my chair screeching as I stood up and I exploded.

"That has nothing to do with you." I snarled at her, a hard glare on my face. "When and if Alec and I decided to have a baby, it will be because we want it, not because you want it. And if you go in like you are currently are, I will make sure that when and if we do have children, you will never see them." I had never been more serious about anything than I was right in this moment.

"You can't do that." She objected and I scoffed.

"Try me." I dared her, my voice low and cold. If she pushed me, I would never let her see them. Ever. That's to say we do have children. I don't know if I'll ever be ready.

I turned around and walked out of the room without giving her a chance to reply as memories started to flash through my mind. She has to stop with her judging and shit.

"Sam!" I heard Alec shout after me and I heard footsteps behind me. Tears blurred my vision as I heard him. This wasn't fair to him, I know he has always wanted kids.

"What's just happened?" He asked confused. I heard him walking closer to me but I didn't turn around.

"Nothing." I told him, my voice thick with emotion. The next moment he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head next to mine as I melted into his embrace - just like every other time. I swallowed thickly so that I would let the tears fall.

"Talk to me, baby." He whispered desperately. Desperate to know what was going on with me. I knew that he wasn't just talking about my outburst. It was all of it, everything I've been avoiding for the past two months.

"I just... I need to be alone right now." I told him softly and he dropped his hands from my waist and I took a step forward, away from him. I heard him sigh behind me but he made no move to stop me.

"Okay."

My heart broke a little at his saddened tone. I know he doesn't understand why I was set off so bad by his mother's words. I felt so guilty but I needed some time on my own right now.

***

I punched the bag, earphones on my ears blasting some song I couldn't care less about. The argument with Maryse brought back all of the memories that I was trying to forget. The pain that came with it too.

I knew Alec didn't like it that I was keeping things from him but I didn't want to talk about it. I couldn't, it was to painful.

I don't know how long I was punching the bag, all I knew is that I was punching it and that I was trying to push down the memories again but it didn't work.

A hand wrapped around my wrist and my instincts kicked. I elbowed the person behind me with all the strength in me, ripped my arm out of the person's grip and spun around, my fist raised and ready to punch the person in the face. But I stopped when I saw my brother clutching his side, my parabatai next to him and my eyes widened.

"Fuck." I swore, taking out my earphones and walked the two steps closer to him. "I'm so sorry, Jacey." I apologized, biting my bottom lip and he waved me off, took a deep breath before standing straight. I saw him wince a bit when he did and guilt bloomed in me.

"I'm fine," He assured me.

"But you're not." Izzie interjected.

"What are you talking about? I'm fine." I lied and from the look Jace and Izzie gave me, they knew that I was lying to them. I avoided both their eyes, knowing that I'd cave and tell them the truth, or a bit of it. I couldn't do that. Not yet anyways, I'm not ready.

"Really?" He asked with his eyebrows raised, the look in his face telling me he didn't believe it for a second. But I nodded anyways. "If you are okay, then why have you been punching that bag for hours? Which, by the way, looks like it's going tear any second from all the punches that it took." He told me, pointing to the punching and I looked down, only to see my knuckles bleeding from all the punching that I've done.

"It's also way past midnight." At Izzie's words, my head snapped up and my eyes widened. I didn't know I was here for so long.

"I don't want to talk about it." I told them with a sigh, wiping a hand over my face as I avoided his eyes once again.

"Then don't talk to us. Talk to Alec. Because whatever is wrong with you and seeing you like this, it's hurting him." Jace told me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"He's worried about you. And so are we." Izzie told me and I sighed heavily and adverted my gaze to the ground.

"I'm going to bed." I told them and walked around them, making my way to my room. Entering my room, I saw my husband sitting on the bed and reading a book. He turned his head to me and I looked at him. And he looked at me.

I didn't say anything and neither did he. We both knew that there was something wrong between us and I know that it could be solved if I just talked to him. But I couldn't. I didn't know how.

I took one of Alec's t-shirts and clean underwear before going into our en-suite to take a shower. It wasn't a long shower and when I walked out of the bathroom, Alec has put away his book and was lying down on his side, facing away from my side of the bed.

While I was in the shower he must have switched of the main light and switched on my bedside lamp. I got into bed and debated on whether I should leave him alone or if I should cuddle into him.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I wrapped my arm around his torso and threw my one leg over his thighs. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers, sparks shooting from our skin to skin contact.

"I love you." I whispered, hoping that it was enough for him. Just until had enough courage to tell him.

"I love you, too." He told me and I felt warm all over and a smile made its way onto my lips. "But you are going to have to talk to me."

I knew I had to. I owed it to him.

***

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