James Carstairs considered himself a very tolerant person. His lot in life didn't really leave him much room to be otherwise, if he was honest with himself, but he still considered it one of his better qualities. Very little genuinely irritated him- honestly, would he have married William Herondale if he was easily aggravated? No. It would've been a death wish for the both of them.

But if he heard that infernal song one more time, he was making Will stay with Magnus.

"Will," he sighed. "That movie came out ages ago, can you listen to a different song? Please?"

Will gasped dramatically, one hand over his heart. "Turn off a song from Frozen? Sung by Idina Menzel? Never!"

Jem rolled his eyes. "If it's Idina you're looking for, go listen to the Wicked soundtrack. Or watch Rent. Or any of her performances but that song, please."

Will rolled his eyes. "You and your musical theater," he said playfully. "No respect for good cinema anymore."

"Don't scoff at Broadway," Jem warned, pointing a finger threateningly in Will's direction. "And I like movies just fine. We go to the movies together all the time. I just think the Frozen soundtrack is overplayed."

Will smirked and picked up his phone, finger hovering over 'play.'

"Will, don't you dare."

His smirk grew.

"Will, no."

A raised eyebrow, and then-

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the queen..."

"Will," Jem sighed. "Rude."

"Oh, come on, honey," Will smiled, crossing the room and wrapping his arms snugly around Jem's waist. "Indulge me for one song."

Jem leaned his head onto Will's shoulder, already feeling his resistance crumble under the stare of those big blue eyes. "Fine. Consider yourself lucky, Herondale."

Will kissed his head. "Thanks, babe. I love you."

"I love you too, even if you have terrible taste."

Will raised an eyebrow mischievously. "Oh, I have terrible taste, do I?"

"Maybe a little- WILL, what are you doing??" Jem exclaimed loudly as Will picked him up and waltzed out the front door. "Put me down!"

"No."

"Where are we going?.... Will, don't you dare open the gate to that pool."

Will grinned and pushed the gate open, standing on the edge of the pool, Jem still slung unceremoniously over his shoulder.

Jem half-heartedly socked his shoulder. "Wish I was taller than you now," he grumbled.

"You wanna repeat that comment about terrible taste, Carstairs?"

Jem took a deep breath. "Your multi-month obsession with Frozen leads me to believe you have really bad taste."

"Oh yeah?" Will grinned. "Well, at the risk of repeating myself..." With next to no warning, he tossed Jem into the deep end of the pool.

"Let it go, let it go," he half-sang, half-laughed as Jem surfaced for air, silvery hair now plastered to his forehead.

"I'm going to make you sleep on the couch," Jem complained, treading water and looking up at Will with a smile. "You jerk, I could've had my phone in my pocket."

"Hmm. Maybe you'll think twice about being rude to your husband."

"I did think twice. I just didn't stop after the second time."

Will laughed. "And you blame me for the little one talking back to us. C'mon, let's go back up." He extended a hand down to Jem, who took it and hauled himself out of the pool, shaking most of the water out of his hair, trying to get as much as possible on Will's shirt and face.

"Damn you and your Frozen puns," Jem laughed.

"Ah, you love me."

"That I do. Maybe I'm the one with bad taste," he gently teased, lacing his finger's through Will's.

Will scoffed in the back of his throat and walked back to the door, which he'd left ajar.

"Please. I am a catch."

Jem snorted. "You are a royal pain in my-"

Just then, a little face appeared around the edge of the doorway, framed by wild black curls. "Daddies?"

"Right here, buddy," Will said, kneeling and ruffling his hair.

Little James grinned widely, then looked curiously at Jem's wet clothes. "We go swim?"

"No, not today, baobei. Water's too cold," Jem said, bending and planting a kiss on the top of the toddler's head. "When it's warm outside, we'll swim."

"Oooh... Okay!" he chirped, grinning. "We go read?" the little one added, tugging on Will's sleeve curiously.

Will broke into a wide smile. "Sure thing, James. We'll go read." Turning and kissing Jem's cheek, he allowed himself to be led into the second bedroom, where James inevitably had puzzles and books strewn everywhere.

Jem smiled to himself, shaking his head, as he pulled the door closed and locked it. He wouldn't give up the people in this house for anything.

Even if Will did have questionable taste in movies.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

James was occasionally a bit stubborn to get to bed, so Will and Jem usually collapsed into bed, exhausted, and slept or cuddled until the little one decided the day had started. Will always joked that alarm clocks were made for those without toddlers.

Needless to say, Jem was a bit annoyed when, at 4:30 in the morning;

"LET IT GO, LET IT GO, AND I'LL RISE LIKE THE BREAK OF DAAAAWN!"

"That's it," Jem mumbled, rolling over and pulling a pillow over his ears. "William Owen Herondale, I am filing divorce papers if I hear that song one more time!"

There was a dramatic gasp from somewhere above him. "James, not in front of the child!"

Jem opened one eye and glared up at Will, who did indeed have the baby on his hip.

"The sun isn't up yet, so why am I?" Jem sighed, rolling over to face the two.

"Let's go watch the sunrise from the roof."

Jem felt his frustration seep away. "You're so sweet," he smiled, standing and wrapping an arm around Will's waist, leaning against his free side. "Let's go."

Up on the roof, Jem looked at Will in the faint light of dawn and smiled softly. Will really was beautiful, and seemed happier now with their simple, domestic life than he'd ever been in college or before he'd become a father. Shifting his gaze down, he smiled at their little one, currently sleeping nuzzled into his side. He didn't blame Will; he couldn't remember ever being happier.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Will stood as the sun began to crest the horizon.

Jem raised an eyebrow. "Will, what are-"

"Here I staaaaaaaand, in the light of daaaaaaaaaaay! Let the storm rage ooooooooooooooooooon!"

Jem threw up his hands, exasperated. "I'm calling a lawyer. This marriage is over," he laughed, shaking his head.

"You love me."

"You're testing my limits."

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Two days. It had been two days, and still Will refused to communicate in anything but Frozen quotes or lyrics. Jem would've been impressed if he wasn't so sick of it.

He was already awake when the proper alarm went off, telling him to wake up for rehearsal.

Mornings always went the same way in the Herondale-Carstairs house; Jem would get up and wake Will before getting in the shower. Will, who wasn't a functioning member of society without coffee, got up and made coffee for himself and tea for Jem, and would then take his shower while Jem woke the baby.

This arrangement had taken some time to arrive at, but as Jem had to leave earlier and never used hot water while Will waited until the last possible second to leave and used all the hot water, it seemed to work.

As he stepped into the shower, an idea crossed his mind. Smiling, he weighed it back and forth in his mind before it solidified into a plan.

If Will wanted to have it his way, that was fine. Two could play at that game.

About ten minutes later, Will was ready to step into the shower and Jem was in the kitchen getting breakfast for James. Right as he heard the water start, Jem reached over to the hot water on the tap and quickly turned it on full-blast.

Will yelled loudly in surprise at the sudden blasts of icy water from the shower head.

Laughing quietly to himself on his way out the door, Jem kissed James on the forehead and cupped his hands around his mouth, calling his revenge back towards the bathroom.

"The cold never bothered me anyway!"