“I’ve noticed,” Jace said conversationally as Alec got out of his seat, carefully keeping Max in his arms, “that Max is able to cast a powerful warlock spell that causes the brain of everyone in a six-foot radius to turn into pudding. He’s really very talented.”
Clary scoffed. “It’s not magic. It is only that he is the greatest baby of all time.“ At Jace’s look, she patted his arm. "Except you, of course, honey.”
“I’m not jealous of the baby,” Jace protested.
Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White extra scene
Happy birthday Jace Herondale, lover and fiancé of Clary Fairchild, the boy who had literal fire in his veins, warrior, soldier, co-head of the NY institute, biggest fan of wife Clary Fairchild, and lastly, a sarcastic and gentle protector ❤️❤️❤️
