'Mother above, what a beautiful dream.'
Feyre stirred, turning her body towards Rhys's side of the bed before getting comfortable again.
'One of the best in a while.'
She frowned a little and murmured, "Get out of my head Rhys. I'm tired."
'I can't wait to tell Feyre when she gets up.'
This time she swatted at his arm, but her hand just hit the mattress. With a soft groan, Feyre managed to open her eyes before rubbing at them, yawning. Rhys wasn't in bed, so where was he? "Rhys?"
No reply, so he wasn't in the bathroom, but if he were trying to wake her then he would have at least been upstairs to do so. He didn't seem to realize that he was talking down the bond to begin with… Her eyes widened as realization set in, and Feyre started laughing before jumping out of bed, suddenly ready for the day now that she had a motive.
"Feyre!?" Rhys called, "Feyre, what's so funny?"
She rushed towards the door, laughing all the way, and pulled it open to reveal a very confused Rhys. "What's so funny?"
Feyre giggled and poked at his ribs, "You."
His eyebrows shot up as a glitter of amusement shone in his eyes, "Me?" he said, chuckling the tiniest bit.
She nodded and then mocked being very serious, going as far as to put her hand to her chest as officially as she could before saying in a mocking voice, "I believe you call it 'shouting down the bond.'"
His face went slack for a moment as he processed what she said. 'Me?' he mouthed incredulously. Feyre nodded, holding in her laughter at his shocked expression. "Me!?" he said again, looking absolutely bewildered.
"It must have been a good dream," Feyre said, giving him a pointed look.
Rhys's mouth dropped, and at that point Feyre was unable to contain her laughter any longer. She doubled over, clutching her stomach while Rhys continued to stand there, mouth still agape— but after a moment he started laughing too. And soon they were both laughing so hard that they were on their knees, and Feyre was gripping his arm like it was a lifeline.
She was floating, she had to be. There was no way someone could be this happy in life, no way. She caught Rhys's gaze, and she was breaking down again.
"How did I get through your shields when they were up?" Feyre chortled.
Rhys shrugged, his smile wide, and said, "I must have been subconsciously nudging you to come in. I mean, I was thinking of you."
"Hmmm," she smiled again.
He returned the smile, and she let out a squeal of delight as he scooped her up and his arms and took her to an armchair before plopping down. Feyre twiddled with the hair behind his ear and whispered, "So, what happened in your dream?"
Rhys looked down at her and smiled, "I dreamed of you— of when we found out we would have Nyx. You looked so beautiful, and we were so happy about it… It was a wonderful moment."
Feyre's heart melted as she remembered the joy they had shared. The tears and the kisses and the absolute excitement of having a child. It's been a long time since she had thought of that, of that beautiful moment that had brought them so much happiness. She gave Rhys a soft grin and whispered, "You're right, that was a beautiful dream. The best you've ever told me about."
He nodded, still smiling, and together they sat, Feyre in his arms, as Velaris began to wake up for the fulfilling day ahead.
A/N– I'm trying to experiment in third person. But this seemed weird to me because I'm so used to reading and writing Feyre in the 1st POV. When I wrote that Nesta and Cassian story it felt much more natural b/c their whole book was in 3rd POV. Forgive me if this shifted writing style seems weird but I want to get better at 3rd POV.