6 weeks later...

"Damon, I don't know how much more I can take," Clary said desperately, scrubbing her hand over her face, trying to rub some life into it. "Luna knows I love them, but it never ends. I'm going to go mad; I need..." she trailed off, raising her hand when the triplets started screaming in their bouncers around her feet, raising the bottles she was holding in their mouths with her magic. They stopped screaming as the teats filled when the bottles rose to the correct angle.

"I know, me too. Remember when we used to complain that they were taking too long to come?" Damon asked as...