I lay slumped on the bathroom floor, groaning slightly from the leftover burning sensation in my throat from vomiting. At least Rhys wasn't here, having gone with Cassian to the Illyrian camps, he'd become a complete mother hen if he realised I was ill. As if I'd somehow summoned him, his voice floated down the bond.

Feyre?

Rhys? Is there a problem?

I tried to sound normal but even to me I sounded exhausted through the bond. I knew immediately Rhys would pick up on it.

You sound exhausted. What's wrong? Have the nightmares come back? Do you need me to come back?

Panic was clear in his voice and I sighed. Him coming home to me sick? That would be the worst thing possible. I'd be fine, I'd just need a few days.

No, I'm fine Rhys, paperwork is just boring

Are you sure it's just that? Cassian can manage without me

Rhys I'm fine, honestly

If you sure….. but remember I'll come the minute you need me okay?

Miss you

I know

Prick

I sent down a vulgar image before closing the bond, cutting off his laughter. I sagged back against the stone, guilt mounting in me at lying for him. I shoved it down along with the rising panic that I'd be shut in. Rhys would never do that to me, I insisted to myself, trying to convince myself and the guilt came back with a vengeance at needing to convince myself rather than just knowing. Tears slipped out my eyes but I rubbed them away, struggling to my feet before grabbing the side of the bathtub as everything swayed around me and dots danced in my vision.

Swallowing back the wave of nausea I stumbled to the door and opened it. I didn't have time to be sick today.

"Feyre?"

Shit. It was Azriel. He stood on the other side of the bed, clearly waiting for me. Concern crossed his features the minute he saw me and he hurried over. "What's wrong?"

I detected a slight note of panic in his voice as he brushed my tears away, tears I hadn't realised were still falling. "I'm fine," I said but knew it was hopeless, even if Azriel wasn't a shadowsinger it was obvious I wasn't okay.

Azriel guided me to the bed before we sat down, his wings rustling slightly as he positioned them, one of them curled around me. I leaned into him before stiffening but he just took my hand in his. "Does Rhys know?"

I blinked. "Know what?"

"That you're sick."

I turned to him and raised an eyebrow, ignoring the queasy feeling that remained in my stomach. "If he knew, would he still be in those camps?" I asked dryly and a small smile graced his face.

"Do you want me to call Madja?"

I shook my head, widening my eyes at him for effect, "It'll go away, it's nothing, honestly."

"Feyre, as adorable as your puppy eyes are, you might want to educate yourself on fae a bit more."

"What?" I frowned, not understanding what he meant.

He sighed and looked at me, his intense eyes burning into me with a seriousness I rarely saw directed at me. "Fae don't really get sick, we don't get anything mortals do like flu, if the germs come into our systems the magic in us just burns it out in a matter of seconds. We have very few illness's that do affect us but they are incredibly serious and often life threatening as they directly attack our magic, often turning it to make it attack ourselves. When that happens," he paused, "There's nothing that anyone can do at that point."

I was silent. I had no idea! I suppose the thought of illness never crossed my mind as no one ever seemed to get ill but….. of course that was a stupid thought. That didn't mean there weren't illness's!

"Please, Feyre," Azriel whispered, worrying pooling in his eyes, "Please can we get Madja."

I barely nodded, too consumed in my own thoughts and he got up and winnowed, swiftly appearing back with Madja in tow.

"How are you doing my Lady, apparently you haven't been feeling well?"

Concern and worry were bright in her eyes and I wasn't surprised given what Azriel had told me about how serious the fae illness's were.

I noticed Azriel slip out the room, probably to give me some privacy. "Not really, it started a few days ago." I sighed, rubbing my temples as a headache started build.

"Right, could you tell me what kind of symptoms you're experiencing?"

"Um, nausea mostly, I suppose I've been more tired lately, headaches," I went through all I could think of, "But that doesn't sound serious or deadly!"

"Symptoms can worsen," Madja said as she sat next to me, "Have you experienced any cramps lately?"

"Cramps? I, I don't think so," I stammered, frowning as I cast my mind back.

"Hmmm," Madja paused, pursing her lips.

"What?! Do you know what it is?" I can't lie, I was beginning to panic now.

"I have a hunch," Madja said, "But I need to check. Please could you lie back, I just want to run a few tests."

I nodded, taking a deep breath as I lay back on the bed, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. Madja then leaned over, going over my stomach and muttering a few things under her breath as she felt and prodded me. A sudden glimmer ran through me as she pressed my low abdomen, and I froze. She raised her head, "What's the matter? Did you feel something?"

"Um, yeah, like, a sort of glimmer," I said, already feeling stupid as I said it. A flash of interest went and what could be excitement flashed over her face before she schooled it and I frowned. How was me being ill exciting?

"Here?" Madja said and gently pressed the same place and a glimmer shot through me, stronger than before.

I nodded and she laid her hands on my abdomen and closed her eyes and a small glow surrounded her hands. As she opened her eyes she looked at me and smiled. "My Lady," she whispered softly, "You're not ill."

"What? But then what is….." I didn't understand what she meant. Something had to be causing this. This didn't just happen.

"Causing all your symptoms? My Lady, I have the great joy in announcing that you're pregnant," Madja said, tears shining in her eyes.

Pregnant. The word didn't seem to sink in as I slumped back on the bed. "So I'm not ill?" I croaked out, barely able to focus.

"No my Lady, you're in perfect health, as is your child."

"The – the glimmer?" I stammered out.

"The bond between you and your child, like your mating bond with Rhysand."

I was pregnant. With Rhys's child. I was going to have a baby. "I'm pregnant." It was more a statement than a question but Madja nodded all the same.

"I'll give you some time to let the news sink in but call me and I'll go over everything you need to know and give you the medication you'll need okay?" she then smiled at me before leaving and I heard her say goodbye and that she'd come back later with medication to Azriel, whose panic I could literally feel vibrating through the walls before he burst in.

"What's wrong?!" he cried, his shadows swirling around him alarmingly.

"Az, I'm fine, I'm not ill," I said consolingly, love bursting inside of me at his panic for me. For me. I was actually worth something to him, not just he had to put up with me because I was Rhys mate.

"She's getting you medication! That does not mean you're fine! In any way possible! If you were fine, you wouldn't need medication."

"Actually, I am not ill, Madja's getting me medication because I'm pregnant," I said as I stood up, crossing my arms at him.

"P-pregnant?"

I didn't think I'd ever heard Azriel stutter before, ever. He was always so calm and always knew it or was calculating and planning based on the information, guessing what the cause was. I didn't actually know when the last time he'd been taken by surprise was.

"Yes, but don't tell anyone, I haven't even told Rhys yet."

At that I sank back into the bed, thinking of my strong, handsome, self-sacrificing mate. Was he ready for this? Would he even be okay with this? Sure, he had said he wanted a baby but was he just agreeing with me? What if he didn't want it at all?

A wing then wrapped around me and the bed creaked as Azriel sat next to her. "Hey, don't worry about Rhys. He'll be so excited."

"What if he isn't though, what if he actually decides it was a horrible idea?" I said, twisting the fabric of my clothes with my fingers.

"He won't, I promise. Ever since he came back to Velaris after he met you he'd bring up the idea of having children one day. He never even considered it before, saying there wasn't a right woman out there for him. That it was too dangerous for him to have a child. Then he met you. Sometimes we'd just be talking and he'd have zoned out a little and when we'd ask him he'd say he was just thinking where a child's bedroom could go or he was just thinking of a few children running around the place, that kind of stuff. He still does that as well, probably even more now but just, never in front of you."

"Why?"

"I think he doesn't want to pressure you into anything or get your hopes up, he knows how hard fae children are to conceive and you being made –" Azriel hesitated.

"That me being made would make it harder, or maybe even impossible to conceive a child," I finished for him, pushing down the sadness that filled me because he didn't tell me his worries or concerns. We were equals he had said, in every way. So why did he think I needed coddling? Did he think I hadn't guessed being made would probably impact our chances of conceiving? Tears filled my eyes again but I blinked them fiercely away, my misery now turning into a smouldering anger.

"Feyre?"

I blinked and looked up at his concerned face and smiled softly. "I'm fine, let's go down." I then frowned at him, "No telling anyone!" I said sternly and he nodded, shadowing me as we headed down for breakfast.

Mor, Amren and Elain were already seated and looked up as we entered. Mor gave a huge grin, "There you are sleepyhead," she cried and bounced up to me, grabbing me by the wrist and planning on dragging me to the table. She would've succeeded if it wasn't for Azriel, who as soon as she touched me let out a growl, baring his teeth at her. Mor blinked and let go, backing away a few steps before glancing at me in confusion. I shrugged, unsure myself but let it go as we sat down.

Elain talked softly to Azriel while Amren remained silent. Mor started talking about some business I'd need to attend to as soon as Rhys was back and I payed as much attention as I could, aware of Azriel's eyes on me as I ate. Or what I was trying to eat.

I didn't eat much and I knew they all noticed though none of them mentioned it. Honestly? I didn't think I could even keep down the small amount of plain food I had just eaten, the nausea returning with a vengeance. I swiftly rose from my seat and Azriel quickly stood when I pulled a face at him.

"Come on, I want to see how your wings are doing," he lied smoothly and we left before he winnowed me to my bathroom. The minute we arrived I collapsed to my knees and vomited, everything going in and out of focus. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I felt rough hands pull my hair back out of my face.

Eventually I could sit back from the toilet as the nausea subsided and leaned back into Azriel. "Better?" he asked gently. I nodded, closing my eyes, not wanting to speak in case it came back.

"Do you want me to get Rhys?"

I shook my head; he didn't need to worry. After all he had been worrying about the rumours of an Illyrian coup for the past few months though nothing had come of it yet. Azriel still had spy's looking into it and the dissent seemed to be spreading, and quickly. It was why Cassian and Rhys had gone over there in the first place, to see if their orders about the females were being followed but also to hopefully put a stop to or at least halt it for a little by their presence.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded again.

"I think you should tell him."

I gave a groan. "I'm telling him when he gets back."

I didn't need to open my eyes to know Azriel disapproved of my decision but he let it go just as I had about his behaviour to Mor this morning.

"I'm sorry about this morning, with Mor, I don't know why, but," he stopped, seeming unsure what to say.

"You seemed a bit like Rhys did after the mating bond," I mused but that only seemed to upset him more.

"But I'm not! I – I have no reason to have growled at her and –"

"Breath," I said, opening my eyes and I turned to him, taking his hands in mine. "When she grabbed me, what were you feeling?"

"Angry," he admitted, "I – when she grabbed you everything sort of, just, it was like being back at that meeting with the High Lords," he said, hanging his head.

"The one where you attacked Eris?"

"Mm, I just, had to protect you, I didn't even clock it was Mor anymore, I had to get you away from her," he pulled his hands out of mine and buried his face in his hands and finished in a muffled voice, "It sounds exactly like a mating bond – apart from we don't have an actual bond – I don't understand. And how's Rhys going to react?"

I poked him, realising something. "Considering this only started after you knew I was pregnant; I think you're just feeling overprotective. Anyway, if you're this bad, just think about how Rhys'll be."

Azriel gave a small chuckle at that, which I took as a win and we stood up, him supporting me as my dizziness overtook me and carried me to bed. "Rest until Madja comes back and tell him. He deserves to be here when Madja comes as she'll probably explain everything. Don't you think as the father he should hear it too." He then left me alone with my thoughts.

He was right, I realised guiltily. I should tell him now. I should've told him the moment I found out, but, my fear stopped me. I bit my lip and tears shone in my eyes at the fact I'd been scared to tell him. My mate.

Rhys?

The response was almost immediate.

Feyre? What's wrong? Please tell me, something's changed about you. I'm worried. I've wanted to come home all week. Something's telling me I shouldn't be away from you but you said you were fine so I went. Please tell me.

My guilt overwhelmed me at that. He was begging. Of course he knew. Or knew something had changed at least. He was my mate, he sensed everything on me. And the something that was telling him to go home? His instincts. Telling him he had something to protect. That he had just left behind. I rubbed the tears from my eyes before speaking.

Rhys, I'm fine, I'm not ill.

Then why does it feel I have to come home?! Panic was seeping through the bond. Something's changed, there's something else now I can feel as well. It was like a small glimmer. That wasn't there before.

I had to stop him before he became completely hysterical. He was terrified, I realised. Terrified something had happened to me and I had made it worse but ignoring it, sending him away, pushing him away by not using the bond very much while he wasn't here. I had scared him. Another pulse of guilt swept through me and I blurted out the truth.

Rhys. I'm pregnant. The glimmer you felt, that's the baby.

Silence. I tugged on the bond to make sure it was still there. It was. He just wasn't answering. Terror rose in me at that. I knew it! He hadn't wanted the child at all –

Shadows swirled as Rhys appeared in the room and bolted towards me on the bed. He was shaking, I realised, and crying. But it was when I looked into those violet eyes, the glimmer of starlight had never been brighter as love shone through them. Love for me, for his unborn child. He wrapped his arms around me, cocooning me with his wings as he gazed at me in adoration. "You're pregnant?"

His voice was hoarse as he spoke and I nodded, but my mind was fixed elsewhere. "Rhys, what about Cassian? Your meetings? The coup? The –"

Rhys gave a scoff, "Like I'd care about any of those, Cassian can take care of himself and he'll handle everything else. We were pretty much finished anyway. And your pregnancy is far, far more important than any of that," he said, his voice dropping an octave with the intensity in his tone.

I bit my lip before kissing him and he slid one hand up my back and entangled it in my hair while his other hand rested on my stomach, stroking it softly. I don't think he even realised he was doing it. He deepened the kiss and I happily obliged. Eventually he broke it and stroked my face softly, "I love you so much," he whispered softly.

I laid my head on his shoulder, curling up into him, feeling his wings shift as the tightened around me. "You should sleep now," he murmured, running a hand through my hair, untangling it easily before he growled. I blinked and raised my head as darkness started to leak off him.

"Hey, Rhys, what's wrong?" Panic laced my voice as I watched his eyes darken.

He seemed to pull himself together a bit and looked at me, arms having tightened considerably around me and suddenly cooled off, the shadows vanishing as quickly as they had appeared. He looked horrified at the loss of control. "I – I, I'm so sorry," he whispered, looking mortified. He hadn't lost control like that since he was a child, the mating bond not counted.

"Shush, Rhys, don't worry," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead but it did nothing to placate him.

"I – I shouldn't have lost control like that," he stammered, "I just smelled Azriel on you and then, and then," he didn't seem able to go on as he buried his head in my shoulder and I stroked his chest softly.

"It's okay, Rhys, it's okay."

"It's not though," he replied, his voice muffled, "I can't lose control around you, or the baby!"

I knew where his panic was coming from. Not just on the fact he was worried he'd be unable to keep his cool around anyone, but mostly the fact he was terrified he'd turn in to Tamlin.

"And you won't, and if you do I know you won't hurt me. Remember when you went to attack Cassian right after the mating bond? Even in that rage you still managed to avoid me and make sure I was safe from both of you. I'm not scared of you," I finished softly. Rhys didn't move his head but I could feel his body slowly stop trembling until only a few minutes later there came a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called as Rhysand unfolded around me but kept me pinned to his side as he watched Madja enter, relaxing slightly at the sight of the experienced healer.

"My Lord," she said gently before setting her bag down and smiling at me. "Now, where were me my Lady? Shall we do the medication first or what to expect?"

I glanced instinctively at Rhys who gave no indication of what action I should take, telling me it was my choice. "What to expect," I said with a shrug, it wasn't very important on which came first but I was rather curious, not knowing much about pregnancy anyway, let alone a fae one, if they were even different at all.

"Well, the headaches, fatigue and nausea you've been experiencing is all normal at the early stage as you're almost at three months, so you're at about 10 weeks, though the nausea should wear off by 12 – 16 weeks. Headaches I can give you painkillers for as well as some medication for your morning sickness. Fatigue unfortunately I can't do much for and it will worsen through your pregnancy but I recommend resting as much as possible."

Now, don't get me wrong, I love Madja but at that moment I wanted to kick her. Why! Why did she have to tell Rhys rest would be good for me? Now I'd never be allowed to leave the bedroom. I groaned internally. I had felt him tense up as Madja started by saying the symptoms I had been experiencing, none of which I had told Rhys about. He was going to be furious.

"You may also experience some cramps as well. Later on in your pregnancy when your belly starts to grow it's likely your feet will start to swell with the extra strain and you may experience back pains and soreness around your pelvic area due to the baby. Again, I can't stop those but painkillers can help, as can some exercises or just massaging the muscles. Your breasts may swell and become tender and as your belly grows you'll need to go to the bathroom more. You may also get some weird food cravings; you could hate food you used to love and then want the weirdest foods. Also, as your hormones will be going crazy due to the pregnancy, you'll have a lot of mood swings. You could be laughing one moment and in tears the next and any little thing may set you off so there's no point trying to coddle her by making her avoid things," she said this last part with a fierce look directed at Rhysand, who I was amused to see had the decency to duck his head, his cheeks going a soft pink, having been thinking to do that exact thing.

"Now, there's a few things I want to talk about concerning the mating bond."

I felt Rhys tense immediately at that and I squeezed his hand softly, offering my support. Madja of course didn't miss this but carried on if nothing had happened. "With the mating bond I suppose you noticed Rhys was quite on edge."

I nodded, lips twitching slightly at the understatement and Madja gave me an amused smile back. "This will increase tenfold during the pregnancy as you may have noticed already."

She knew what had happened just before she came in I realised. She had come in while Rhys was calming down to prevent a relapse. My gratefulness to her grew as I listened to her.

"Something I would like to warn you about is this doesn't only happen to mates."

At this Rhys tensed, "What do you mean?" he growled, somehow managing to move closer to me. Suddenly it clicked. "Azriel," I breathed and Rhys turned, confused.

"Azriel? What about him?"

"He knows of my pregnancy," I said, turning to Madja as I spoke. "He found out this morning after a bad bout of nausea." Rhys tightened his grip and I knew that he had worked out exactly when this was – that I had lied to him, using my advantage of him not being here to hide my condition.

"We then went down to breakfast and Mor grabbed my wrist and was going to drag me to the table because she had something exciting to tell me but Azriel then growled at her, baring his teeth and caused her to let go and back away a bit. After he took me back up here while I vomited all my breakfast up," Rhys rubbed my back at that, whether to sooth himself or sooth me I wasn't sure, "We did talk about it, he was really upset about it," I said, glancing at Rhys for that bit before turning back to Madja, "He said it was like what the male experienced after a mating bond fell in place but just, without the bond part."

"Exactly," Madja nodded, "Males close to you like Cassian and Azriel will have a sort of echo mating bond, where there is no bond between you but the feelings are still the same, of the heightened need to protect you from everyone. Males who are enemy's however," she paused. I felt Rhys's fear shoot down the bond, fear at what she was to say. "They experience the opposite. As fae can smell pregnancy's after the female reaches 16 weeks or before if they've been told, when they sense it they will feel almost a desperation to harm or kill you."

Terror was now pulsing thickly down the bond as a wing wrapped around me. This is no way would help Rhysand's protectiveness – I wasn't surprised Madja had been so hesitant to say.

"Also, in the early stages of the pregnancy you can also experience a miscarriage, which is where you'll experience bleeding like a period and cramps which unfortunately means you've lost the baby."

Now it was I who tensed, panic running through me. Sure, I was pregnant, but I could lose the baby. A soothing pulse came down the bond though I could tell Rhys was covering up his own anxiety with it.

"You can still train with Cassian for the next month or two however I want you to be careful. Make sure he doesn't hit you in your stomach or abdomen area as that can trigger a miscarriage. I also want to warn you I can try and help you as much as possible but due to you being made it's likely your symptoms may be amplified or," she struggled to say the next words, "a miscarriage may be more likely or, or you may not be able to carry the baby to term as it's very likely it'll have wings and as you were made, you possibly still have a mortal womb and that would make carrying a child with wings very difficult. If there's any problems I want you to come to me immediately, don't wait or think it's nothing. It's better to be safe than sorry. Here's some medication that should hopefully help keep the nausea at bay and painkillers for the headaches."

I took the medication mechanically and placed them on the bedside table and we said our goodbyes but the minute the door closed I was swept back into Rhys's cocoon and he pulled me into him, burying me in him. "I won't let anything happen to you or the child, I swear it," he whispered, cuddling me closer.

"We probably need to tell the others," I said softly before turning sterner, "But I do need to be let out of this bedroom."

"Few more minutes," Rhys mumbled back, nuzzling my neck and I sighed, a few more minutes wouldn't do any harm.

30 minutes later we really had to go. "Rhys?"

"Noooo," he moaned, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

"Cassian will kill me, I promised to train with him today after he came back."

That was utterly the wrong thing to say. Rhys detangled himself from me immediately and stalked to the door, darkness starting leak off him again, though much more controlled I was thankful to see. I slid off the bed and hurried after him as he stormed down. Cassian was in the hall with the others, hair still mussed from the wind in the mountains, a dusting of snow melting on his leathers. They all looked up and their smiles faded at Rhys, Azriel the only one who realised what must be happening.

"Get out," he snapped, shoving Elain, Mor and accidently Amren to the sitting room.

Mor gave a cry of annoyance but Elain vanished in there, looking nervous whilst Amren watched from the doorway, silver eyes roaming curiously at what was to happen.

"Um, Rhys?" Cassian asked, confused before spotting me behind and did the worst thing he could've possibly done. "Feyre!" he cried, preparing to fly past Rhys and over to me. Azriel let out a little snarl when he said that, causing Cassian to glance at him, confusion bright in his eyes.

Rhys then slammed him against the wall with his shadows and Cassian struggled, eyes wide as they flicked between Rhys, Azriel and then me.

"Rhys," I cried, "Let him go, he's done nothing wrong!"

Rhys ignored me though and glared at Cassian, "Cancel training," he snarled, "I don't want you training with her for the next eight months, no combat whatsoever. Got it?"

Cassian frowned, "Why? She needs it. All the danger she's been in? She needs to be able to protect herself."

I wanted to sink into the ground at that moment but instead grabbed onto Rhys who glanced back at me and his eyes softened but he still held Cassian to the wall.

"I can't, I can't let him train you," he said softly.

"We'll be careful," I pleaded, "Madja said I could for the next month or two, he just has to avoid my stomach or abdomen area."

"Wait, can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?" Cassian snapped, "If you're ill or something I'm not training you, fae illnesses are often –"

"Deadly, I know, Azriel told me," I snapped back, "I'm fine."

"Then why can't I train you! Something's clearly wrong and I want to know!"

"Nothing's wrong!"

"Then why is Rhys behaving worse than after the mating bond –" Rhys let out a growl at that and a small snarl slid past Azriel. "Cauldron! Even Azriel's behaving weirdly!"

"You should've seen him at breakfast," Mor snarked from the sitting room, arms folded as she leant on the door.

"For Cauldron's sake, the girl's pregnant, how are you all that blind!" Amren snapped, rolling her eyes from behind the book she was now reading, having lost interest.

Everyone froze. Cassian stared between Rhys and Azriel before looking at me and then my flat stomach, one of my hands resting on it. By the change in his eyes I could tell he could now scent it on me.

"Nope, training off," he announced, "Absolutely no way am I training you while pregnant."

I gaped at him. I had expected it from Rhys but not Cassian! "Madja said I could train as long as I was careful!"

"Nope, I'm not training you while pregnant. I don't want to cause you to miscarry."

"How the fuck do you know that?" Mor asked from the doorway.

"Illyrian training actually, neither Rhys nor Azriel were ever taught it as they weren't there, Azriel was with your father," he nodded to Rhys, "And Rhys was with his mother and sister and the rest of us were 'trained'," he wrinkled his nose, "how to behave and treat females, including when they were pregnant."

"But," I whined, widening my eyes at him and he frowned at me.

"Not going to work sweetheart –" he gave a yelp as Rhys let him go, throwing him to the ground.

"Right, not going to work on me Feyre."

Rhys just gave a grunt which Cassian took as a win, stumbling to his feet.

"You know what, I think you need some guy time," I said, shoving them to the door, "I'll be with the others."

All three of them opened their mouths to protest but then Mor shut the door in their faces before dragging me into the sitting room and locking the door before squealing and flinging her arms around me. Elain then hugged me, both squeezing me hard, so hard I couldn't breath.

"Guys, can't breath," I stammered and they both let go, but not before –

Darling, do you need me! Are you okay! Is someone attacking you!

Rhys darling I'm fine, Mor and Elain hugged me a bit too hard.

Do you –

No! Talk with Cassian and Azriel. Leave me with the others for a bit before you hog me completely.

I would never do such a thing darling

I snorted and sent a vulgar gesture down the bond before turning back to Mor and Elain, guessing Amren didn't care that much.

We sat chatting for a while, Elain desperate to decorate the nursery, Amren and I having decided Mor was banned from that unless we wanted a purple and orange nursery with pink spots.

A knock came at the door, "It's lunch!" Cassian hollered and Mor unlocked the door and we headed to the dining room, Rhys wrapping an arm around my waist while Cassian and Azriel prowled next to us, watching to see if anything was to cause me any harm. How the hell I was supposed to go through another 8 months of this I had no idea.