Tamlin's pov:
When Feyre came back, she was out of breath, and looked very distressed. I had been waiting in her room, once I found out that she and Rhys were not in the spring court at all, my guess they were both in the night court. She seemed to be going there a lot… i had been sitting at her desk when she appeared on her bed. "What's wrong my love? Did he hurt you? Why are you out of breath?" I asked her. she stood up and straightened her dress. "My magic must have taken some of my breath, that's all." She explained, I guessed otherwise, but I knew she wouldn't lie to me. I smiled and walked over to her. I sat a hand on her stomach. "I love you Feyre." I breathed on her neck. She was pregnant with my baby, and no one else's. I would be dammed if I let Rhysand take her from me. Especially now. Even if they were mates.
(Two months later, Feyre had been to the night court, and Rhysand just focused on teaching her how to read, nothing else.)
Feyre's pov:
I sat with Tamlin at the dinner table, my stomach had enlarged a good amount, just enough so a total stranger could tell I was pregnant. Hesefet had left the spring court, but I had the distinct feeling that she would come back some. "So Feyre, you haven't touched your food. Why is that?" Lucien nagged. "Leave her alone." Tamlin growled, he knew I had loss off appetite from time to time, and the ever so annoying morning sickness literally happened every morning. His hand rested on mine and he smiled at me. I still loved him, no matter what Rhysand says. I looked at him and smiled a genuine smile. He leaned over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "by the caldron, get a room." Lucien stood up and walked away.
Tamlin pov:
We walked through the halls of the spring court, the castle was bustling and everyone was rushing to be places, but intentionally looking at my very pregnant love. I growled if they stared to long. "Please stop being so over protective." She growled at me, I looked at her and grinned, "as long as you are alive I will always want to protect you." She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder. It had been a few months and Rhys hadn't tried to bring Feyre to the night court. I was worried he had a plan, I was deep in thought when Feyre poked me in the side, "did you even hear what I've been saying?" she looked into my eyes, "I'm sorry my love, I have a lot on my mind." I smiled faintly as we walked out the castle doors, and into the garden. "Then let me help you, I'm not a useless human anymore. You can tell me what your thinking bout." She doubled over as we stepped across the gravel path. "My love? Are you ok?" I asked. "Yes, but I think we should go to the infirmary just in case. She stood upright to take a step, but fell to the ground. I picked her up and ran to the infirmary.
The fae that ran the little infirmary stood at once. "My lord what is wrong?" he asked me. "Feyre is in pain." The man nodded his head and motioned for me to sit her on the table. I did as he asked and grasped her hand. "My lord I'm sorry, but you must leave." "Why!" I demanded, there is no way in hell that I'm leaving my Feyre alone. "Tam, it's ok." She said weakly. I stroked her hair and kissed her brow before leaving the room, I swear if this wasn't natural causes there will be a body in ribbons.