Chapter 4

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Valentine's POV

I may have been, "evil" as some people put it but I would never harm my little angel. She was everything to me, I was devastated beyond belief when my wife took her away from me, I didn't know why she hated Emma so much but loved Clary.

I knew from before my wife left that she would never be loved by Joslyen, I can't even begin to imagine what my little girl had went through. With that thought any love I had ever had for my wife was gone.

I looked down at her in my lap, she was like a miniature female version of me. The same hair, the same facial features only softer but she had the green eyes of her mother.

I placed her on my hip and carried her to a room I have had ready for her since she was  2 years old, it was a baby nursery, I know she is a teen but she will always be my baby girl and I will treat her as such. She never got a childhood, I would give her one.

Emma's POV

I woke up in the most comfortable bed I had ever felt.  My mind fully came back to me and I looked around and saw I was in a beautiful nursery laying in a huge crib.

I then started to shift, I unmistakably made a babyish noise, I was so embarrassed that I hid my head in one of the pillows next to me

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I then started to shift, I unmistakably made a babyish noise, I was so embarrassed that I hid my head in one of the pillows next to me. I instinctively grabbed the closest stuffy to me and cuddled it into my chest and mumbled a few incoherent words.

Why was I acting so babyish? Before I could ponder the question any further the door creeked open and I was lifted up into a man's strong arms, I still clutched the stuffie close to my chest

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Why was I acting so babyish? Before I could ponder the question any further the door creeked open and I was lifted up into a man's strong arms, I still clutched the stuffie close to my chest. I looked up to see a smile on my father's face, he them walked over and sat on a rocking chair in the corner with me sat in his lap.

"Hey baby, how was your nap, you were asleep for around 12 hours? You were exhausted!" Even though I knew he wasn't Joslyen I still flinched ever so slightly, normally I had to wake up very early to do all the cleaning and other house hold jobs

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"Hey baby, how was your nap, you were asleep for around 12 hours? You were exhausted!" Even though I knew he wasn't Joslyen I still flinched ever so slightly, normally I had to wake up very early to do all the cleaning and other house hold jobs.

"Baby, baby, what's wrong? Why were you scarred?" He cooed at me making me flush in embarrassment and cuddle closer to him when I answered. "Joslyen says that only good girls get to sleep long and that I am never a good girl but my swissy is."

My voice again sounded babyish even to my own ears. Daddy then pulled me closer and rocked me back and fourth saying things like, "your mother was wrong" "you are a good little girl"

We just continued like that for a while.

AN- Emma suffers from neglect and abuse, age regression is a coping mechanism especially since it was from her mother.

Valentine's POV
I silently cursed Joslyen out for causing this innocent girl such trauma that even she believed her mothers words to be true.

I then heated my front door being smashed down this caused me to start to panic, Emma started to cry. I hushed her and placed her back in her crib, "I promise daddy is going to take care of everything darling, no need to worry."

I kissed her head and turned to march my way out. When I got to the front door I saw Jace Wayland and Alec Lightwood killing all my shadow hunters, I growled in anger but replaced it with a smirk as they finished and looked at me. I would make sure they died before the night ended for nothing more than making my angel cry.

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