A/N: Hello all! You know, to be honest I had completely forgotten about this story. However, I had already been thinking of their story quite a bit lately so I'm writing this to satisfy my imagination and to take a break from my HP fanfic.

Disclaimer: All recognized settings, characters, etc. are the property of Ms. Maas, sadly.

With His Wife

Lorcan groaned in his sleep, rolling over and wrapping an arm around Elide. He blinked as Elide let out a small sigh, smiling as he felt their unborn child kick against his arm. Life was good to him. It may have taken a few centuries, but he was with his Elide now, and he was thankful.

He pushed himself up on his elbow and brushed Elide's dark hair away from her forehead. Lorcan pressed a light kiss to her temple and rose from the bed, intent on getting a meal.

"Lorcan?"

He twisted towards the bed from his position near the door and raced to Elide's side. He kissed her mouth, wrapping his arms around her as she sat up.

"Good morning, Elide darling. Should we get breakfast, or do you wish to rest?"

"Breakfast." Elide yawned into his chest.

He quickly grabbed her robe and draped it over her shoulders, helping her get up from their bed. She tried to wave him off but he hovered over her shoulder with such a cloud of worry that she linked their arms to pacify him. He gratefully held her small hand in his, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.

They sat together in the dining room, propriety tossed out the window as he coddled her to the point of annoyance, snarling at anyone who laughed at his "territorial fae nonsense."

He could tell Elide was getting annoyed at his growling at anyone who so much as looked at them a certain way. Lorcan sighed. He knew she was getting tired of his constant worrying. He knew that Elide wasn't fae, obviously, but he was, and he'd sooner die than see her hurt during or after pregnancy. Of course, Whitethorn and his Queen had gotten through having 2 children with no lasting harm done, but he couldn't help fearing the worst, even if she was human.

He finally allowed himself to eat when she leaned back in her chair, turning her head towards him. Lorcan gulped down his porridge and swallowed his eggs and bacon, standing when he finished.

Elide was reaching towards him, and though Lorcan knew she meant him to help her up, he pushed his arm under her knee and his other arm supporting her back, carrying her.

"Lorcan! Put me down!"

Their servants were shaking with laughter as Lorcan firmly refused, his arms steady as he walked out of the hall.

"Lorcan Lochan! You put me down this instant! I am not some porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch—"

"Oh, I know love. But would you deny a male the pleasure of carrying his wife, proving his strength and love?" Lorcan asked.

"Don't think that you'll win like this every time," she grumbled into his neck. "Stupid male pride." He thought she mumbled, but he pretended not to hear.

His arms tightened around her as he climbed the stairs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck reassuringly. Lorcan smirked and pressed a light kiss to her temple.

"Of course not, my Elide."

Lorcan set Elide gently onto the couch in their room, going into the closet to find clothes. After he dressed in a white tunic and blue pants, he asked Elide what she wanted to wear. When he got no response, he poked his head out of the closet and followed her scent to the balcony.

"What's on your mind?"

She just rested her arms on the stone rail, leaning into him as he wrapped a strong arm around her. She was so small, almost two heads shorter than him, and sometimes he wondered how she could possibly feel so safe in his arms. Then he would remember how she had saved him, multiple times, in multiple ways, and remember she was his strength. He looked down at his wife, his mate, and asked again,

"What's on your mind?"

She turned her face into his chest. The words were muffled by his tunic and chest, and he requested that she repeat her statement. She looked up at him, and reached for his face. Lorcan leaned his face into her small hand, his heart throbbing in his chest.

"I'm just thankful, Lorcan, that even through a war we found each other, that against all odds we found our mate, and now we have a child growing inside of me, against all odds that we might not be able to... the gods have blessed us, truly. And I love you very much, my heart expands with love every time I look at you, and though we have done many horrible things, we have done great things together and I want to do so the rest of my life, with you. I know we already made our vows but I want you to know I meant every word then, and I mean every word now."

Lorcan hardly cried. He had scarcely done so in the last centuries, but something about Elide's heartfelt words made his eyes prick for the second time in five years.

He embraced her, and he kissed her with the most sincerity he could put into a kiss.

"I love you now, I'll love you forever, and no matter what you do or say, I promise you my heart has been yours since that moment we were posing as a married couple, and my heart will remain yours forever," he vowed.

They pulled away only when a servant came knocking about the Lady's business for the people, and he quickly helped her get dressed for the day with the aid of her attendant. As she left their room, she looked back to him at the door, and he smiled his smug little smile that he kept for her. She laughed, and he heard her laughter echoing through his ears and making his stomach flip. His hands curled, and he quickly grabbed his vest lest he do something regrettable once his servant walked in.

Oh, he could not wait for tonight.