A/N: Hey, so I figured I'd make this a two shot cause people seemed to like it :P Forget to do the disclaimer: not my characters, all Cassandra Clare's

Clary was just dozing off against Jace's chest when a knock came at their door.

"Mmm." Jace groaned, rolling so that he was face down on a pillow, his golden hair spilling around him.

"Ssh." Clary mumbled, her voice muffled by his shirt. "They go 'way."

But the knocking continued with rhythmic persistence until Jace swung himself out of bed. Clary pushed herself up and sat back against the headboard as he wrenched the door open.

"What?" He growled.

Alec's cool blue eyes looked back at him over a large cardboard box he was carrying. Sighing, Jace held the door open, letting his parabatai in.

"To what do we owe the pleasure?" He asked, flopping back onto the mattress and threading his arm around Clary's waist. Alec made himself comfortable in their desk chair, the box laid carefully on the floor next to him.

He levelled them both with a steady gaze before saying; "First of all, it wasn't my idea."

"By the Angel." Jace breathed, already expecting the worst. "Please tell me there is not some sort of hideous, bejewelled baby thing in there." He jabbed a finger at the box, glaring.

"No. But it is for Matisse." Alec winced. "And to clarify, partial blame goes to whoever came up with that nickname." Clary immediately pointed a finger at Jace, who rolled his eyes in reply.

"Okay. Well. Magnus saw your bump the other day," Alec gestured to Clary's swelling stomach. "And asked me if you'd thought of a name, so I mentioned the Matisse thing and he insisted we buy you a baby shower present." He smiled ruefully. "Bear in mind, it could've been a lot worse. But since I reminded him it was from both of us, I managed to … lessen the damage."

Clary gasped. "Please tell me it's not a cat. Have you been keeping a cat in that box this entire time, Alec Lightwood?" Despite being short, pregnant, and in Batman pyjamas, she still managed to look intimidating.

"What? No!" Alec stuttered. "Magnus wanted to give the kid art supplies, so -" He gestured to the box.

"Oh." Clary's tone brightened. "Well I guess that's not too bad. What's with all the warnings?"

"Just look." Alec sighed.

Jace and Clary both slid off of the bed and sat down next to the box. Pulling up the top flap, Jace let out a tortured groan.

"I did warn you." Alec whispered meekly.

Inside the box were a dozen large plastic jars of multi-coloured glitter.