A/N: Hello, hello! I am finally back with an update for you. My health has had to be my priority at the moment as I'm really not feeling good. Today was a great chance to update for you as I had bloods done this morning and have the day off work, giving me the much needed time to just rest.

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Keep Smiling!

To say I am fed up of looking at the same few walls of our bedroom is a dramatically extreme understatement. It is getting closer and closer to my due date with me now being eight months along. Whilst I love the life I am growing within me, I am struggling to move around when I wish to as a certain someone is very active and kicking me at every opportunity, it feels. It leaves me exhausted and I can't entirely remember when I last left the house.

Desperately wanting a change of scenery, I decide to head downstairs. Really, I should be staying in bed per Madia's orders but I think I will go beyond crazy if I stay in here any longer. Besides, Rhys isn't here and cannot tell me off for simply wanting to move around.

I make progress, albeit slowly, off the bed, out of the bedroom and down the main stairs of my home. However, as I am halfway down, a strong and sharp kick is delivered to my lungs. It steals the breath straight from me, instantly making me dizzy. I try to suck in a much needed breath, but I can't. I just gasp, my vision blurring before black spots begin to dance in my eyes. I feel myself stumble dangerously and I pray to the Mother that I will not hurt my child.

That is the last thing I want.

Suddenly, arms come around me, supporting my stumbling body. I look to my right and see Mor there beside me, wrapping her arm around my sizable waist. She lifts my arm and places it around her shoulders to help steady me.

"Take it easy, Fey." she mumbles to me. "Try and take a few deep breaths for me."

I comply with her words, sucking in much needed air into my lungs. It's a time like this that makes me feel grateful that I no longer wear dresses as I grow bigger, instead wearing loose and comfortable trousers and shirts; mostly Rhys' since the majority of mine do not fit at the moment. The black spots slowly disappear and when they fade, I nod to Mor. We move cautiously down the staircase and into the sitting room. Mor takes me to the armchair that has become mine and lets me sit down, fussing over the cushions behind me as I settle.

I thank her and watch as she makes her way to the small couch, sitting down on it. A look of concern crosses her face. "You should be in bed. You know Madia's rules, Fey. Your body is going through a lot carrying and growing that little one."

Instantly I shake my head. "I am going crazy up there, Mor. It's just the same walls surrounding me and I just need something else to look at for a while. Though I know I could have asked you to help me before I did."

She smiles at me but frowns soon after. "What happened on the stairs, Feyre? You looked like you were about to topple over." I explain how my little star decided to give me a kick in an unfortunate place. I'm used to feeling their bruising kicks but sometimes it is a bit much for my body to handle. "You really should be in bed."

A flood of disagreement fills me and I laugh at the response. Evidently, someone isn't happy with their mother's frustration. "I'm afraid that someone definitely disagrees with their auntie."

Mor rolls her eyes jovially. "Of course they would take your side though! You're their mummy!"

"Well, they've started also showing they're on my side by introducing kicking to happy emotions. Not to mention contented wiggling around."

I rub my hand over my bump, feeling something akin to an apology float through me. Oh, my little star. You know I don't mind - you can't help it. Besides, it means I know you are doing okay in there.

"I have heard that Illyrian babies are known to be very active in the last few months." Mor says a minute later, drawing my attention back to her. "Females are considerably more used to it because it is in her blood. Perhaps it is more of a difficult pregnancy for you because you are Made. You were born as a human and don't have the blood of an Illyrian, but carry a life who does."

I consider her words and let out a sigh, unable to help myself. "I wanted a child for so long but I never thought that it would be this difficult for me. I've seen pregnant women before and they seemed to glow the entirety of their pregnancy. They never seemed to have this much difficulty." I say, casting my mind back to my years as a human girl. "I still have what feels like a lot of time until the little star arrives, meaning it is only going to get harder. I do worry that perhaps I am not doing right by them because my body doesn't seem to be strong enough. I... I feel like I may not actually make it through the birth because my body is struggling right now - or that I may do my baby harm somehow."

I don't even realise that I am crying until Mor is kneeling in front of me and tenderly brushing my cheeks with her fingers.

"Don't think like that, Fey." she tells me, one of her hands resting on my bump whilst the other tightly grips my own. "You are already such a wonderful mother. You have been growing a small life inside of you for months and you are almost there. You are so close to being able to hold them. Don't worry about the birth either. You will have Rhys and Madia will do everything she can to ensure it all goes well. Plus, I promise to be with you the moment you feel that first contraction."

I sniff once and Mor squeezes my hands reassuringly. "I promise you that everything will be all right." she continues. "It is a long road that you've been on but it will end soon enough with your little star in your arms at last. You have so much love and support behind you, Fey. Remember that, please."

I smile at Mor, feeling considerably more reassured. As does my little star. They send me a wave of love and I chuckle lightly.

I'll see you soon, little one.

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