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Disclaimer: A Court of Thorns and Roses belong to Sarah J Mass, as do the characters, but the plot is mine.
Nine months. She had been a boat for nine months.
"You aren't a boat, love," Rhys whispered, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead.
Did she say that out loud?
She must've, as Rhys let out a husky laugh and kissed her again.
"Babe," she groaned, "why is it taking so long?" Feyre missed the earlier months of being pregnant. Aside from morning sickness and the weirdest craves (jalapeño chips and chocolate milkshakes had never tasted so good), it was fairly easy to walk around and tie her shoes and feel fairly normal.
Nine months in and ready to pop had a very different feeling.
They had had a gender reveal party a couple months ago. Well, they already knew it was a he, but Mor threw one anyway.
Pregnant pregnant pregnant.
Baby baby baby.
Feyre groaned, switching off the TV as she got up, albeit slowly.
Sometimes she wondered if Rhys would want to stay with her because she looked so awful and he looked like a god.
He had promised her multiple times that he would love her no matter what she looked like, so that was nice.
"Darling," he started, helping her wobble towards the bathroom, "does thou want anything?"
Feyre huffed a laugh. "I want to be able to tie my shoes."
"Any day now."
Feyre stopped suddenly, a shocked expression on her face.
"Love?" Rhys asked, worried, checking her over to make sure she was okay.
"Babe," Feyre whispered, "my water just broke."
To say it was chaotic was an understatement.
Rhys had helped Feyre into the car - an electric, family friendly little thing that honestly didn't look like it could take the speeds Rhys ended up pushing it.
To say he was panicking by the time Feyre was given a room was an understatement.
Feyre, on the other hand, was fairly calm - well, as calm as one can be when they're waiting to be given the call to push.
It was hours before the doctor entered the room - it felt like days.
"Almost there," the doctor - Doctor Thesan? she had forgotten - said encouragingly. "One more push, Feyre."
Feyre groaned something unintelligible.
Rhys was pretty sure it wasn't G rated.
Feyre grabbed his hand - well, his other hand, as his first was already engaged with one of hers - and squeezed as she pushed. For all the times he had wrestled Cass and Az over the years, that would have to take the cake for strongest grips.
A band of nurses rushed around Feyre, swaddling and cutting and measuring and doing Cauldron knows what.
The doctor smiled, handing Feyre a small, swaddled burrito of human. "You just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Ms. Archeron. He weighs 6 pounds, 4 ounces."
The way Feyre looked at the baby, she could have been holding the most precious thing in the world.
She was holding the most precious thing in the world.
They didn't know if seconds or hours were passing as they just stared at their son.
"We never decided on a name," Feyre murmured, stroking her son's face. She looked up to her husband, who was staring at the baby with an expression so full of love and wonder in a way that made her really want to kiss him.
Rhys laughed. "Can we please keep his last name as Archeron?" At Feyre's curious glance at the outburst, he elaborated. "'Nyx' confuses more than a few teachers and subs. They keep asking where in the world you're from. Plus," he added, "it's one of the later names. He'll always be number 20 in roll call."
Feyre gave him a dubious look. "Roll call is your reason?"
He rolled his eyes. "Humor me."
She snorted. "Humored." She was quiet for a moment, and then - "Knox."
"What?"
Aww, he was so adorable caught off guard. "Knox. It sounds kinda like Nyx, and it's cute."
A small smile started stretching across Rhys's face. "You were looking at baby names, weren't you?"
"Maybe a little."
Rhys leaned in to press a kiss on Feyre's forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "I love both of you."
A grin grew across Feyre's features. "I love you both, too."
Baby Knox soon became the most popular member of their friends. "Auntie Mor," as it were, was the perfectly chaotic doting machine, and Knox's favorite person. Feyre sometimes suspected Mor preferred spending time with Knox versus his parents.
Cassian, aside from trying to teach Knox swearwords, was surprisingly capable when it came to entertaining the child. Nesta claimed it was because his mental state was closer to that of a baby's. Nesta herself, though she seemed untouched by Knox's charm, couldn't help but break into a coo whenever the baby reached for her.
Odd as it seemed, Amren seemed to be the only one able to get the baby to eat his entire meal. Elain came close in second, but no one could compare to Amren.
Azriel was arguably the best at helping Feyre and Rhys pick out baby clothes. Cassian spent a day trying to discern if Az spoke Baby.
Honestly? Feyre had never been happier. She planned to keep it that way.
AN:
Ohmygod. It's done. The final chapter of Love the Stars. This is the first time I've actually finished a full project, and ;lasdjf;lake;lakjsdf.
Thank you to everyone who supported and reviewed the story while it was being written, and for bearing with me for the literal eight months I didn't post. It probably shouldn't take a year to write a four-piece fanfic.
Aaaaaaaaah!
Random Fact: My favorite time of year is early fall, when it isn't too hot but it's still sunny. Also Halloween.
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~franklyherondale