"Mmmm, morning, my love" Damon muttered when he felt Clary moving around in the cage of his arms. He tightened his arms around his mate as the sunlight stabbed at his eyelids where he kept them shut, not wanting to face the day. He brushed his fingers across his silent mate's stomach. "Are you okay, love?" he asked when Clary didn't say anything.

"Yeah, just thinking" Clary whispered as she turned over to press herself to her mate. She wondered if she should say something. She'd been awake a little while, visions and scenarios running through her head. She looked at the happy smile on Damon face, pressing her lips...