Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. They all belong to the wonderful Sarah J. Maas

A.N. Hey so here's the second chapter. Read, enjoy, and review. Also please read the A.N. at the end of the chapter, it has a very important question in it.

Nap time

They're sitting there in our old green recliner, both sound asleep. Rhys has himself in that perfect position where he is leaned far enough back to balance her on his chest, yet not far enough for her head to not be properly supported.

I pull out my phone and snap a quick picture. I don't think I'll post this one, it can just be for me. I push my phone into the pocket of my bathrobe and bend down to grab the mostly empty bottle that Rhys set on the floor next to the chair. Once I've put the bottle in the sink I just stand there and look at them. My family. The two most important people in my world.

I've looked at Rhys so much it seems like there's nothing new to him, but as I stand there and stare at them I still can't believe it. I can't believe that we made that tiny little thing asleep on his chest. I can't believe that she's here and that she's real, and that we finally did it.

I love her so much. I love her more than words can describe and I want to protect her from everything. I remember how I was so terrified at the beginning, my own mother having been such a disappointment. I never want to disappoint her. I want to earn her love and respect, but she's still too young to understand that. Hell, we haven't even gotten to the point where I can wear real clothes again. I'm suddenly stricken with how lucky I am to be an artist, how lucky it is that I'm able to make my own hours.

Rhys took some time off, but he's a partner at the firm now, he has to work hard and make the money. I know that he still regrets letting himself be in Amarantha's pocket for so long. Although something I've strangely come to like, is the protection that his ties with the mob give us. I know that no one is going to touch my daughter and get away with it, she has at least a dozen men wrapped around her little finger already, at eighth months old. Her father included.

Wow, her father. Rhys and I are parents. Real, serious parents.

I remember the moment I told him that I was pregnant. It was both one of the best and most terrifying day of my life.

I'm pacing around our apartment. I've already determined that we're going to move all of the boxes in our second bedroom to our storage space and turn the room into the nursery. It's just so crazy, I can't wrap my head around it.

We weren't even trying, it just kind of happened. One day our forgetfulness took over and I ended up pregnant.

Pregnant.

There is the beginnings of a human inside my body. That's just insane. Like, I am growing a person. And this person is going to walk, and talk, and have opinions and thoughts and that just blows my mind.

I hear the jingle of keys in the front door and I try to remain calm. Its fine, nothing big happened today. I just called that gallery in the city and made an appointment for someone to come and look at my work. Nothing out of the norm. He gets the door open and walks inside. I struggle to not go tell him that instant. I wish I hadn't finished my painting yesterday, if I hadn't I could still be at my studio and he wouldn't think anything of it.

That's when the realization hits me. I was pacing. Around the house. I am standing in the middle of our bathroom. I hear the refrigerator open and I groan inwardly. If he's in the kitchen it means that I won't be able to pretend like I was not in here. But now what to do. If I just walk out he'll know that I was pacing.

"Fey, do you have any ideas about dinner?" He asks. I hear his footsteps nearing the door. Without even thinking about it I lift the lid off the toilet and sit down. He stops at the door and gives me a funny look. "What's wrong?" I give him this crazy person laugh.

"Nothing silly. Why would you think that?" He lifts his right hand and points at me.

"Well you're currently sitting on the toilet with your pants on." I look down and curse myself. Of course in my flurry to pretend to be using the bathroom I forgot to pull my damn pants down.

"I know." I say, staring at him. Cursing myself again for not thinking of a better comeback.

"Well okay then." He says as he starts turning around. "Guess I'll just give you a minute to" he pauses and gestures at me "finish up." He finishes turning and walks back into the other room.

"I'm not crazy." I call after him.

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that babe."

"It's just the hormones." I blurt out before I can stop. I stand up then, no point in still pretending.

"Mhmm. Those crazy period hormones." He mutters. I walk over to look at him. He's got his entire head in our freezer and he's digging for something.

"More like those crazy pregnancy hormones." He drops the box of frozen egg rolls that he was holding. He straightens and looks at me.

"What?" His voice is strained.

"I was late, so I peed on a stick today." I walk over and pluck a grape out of a bowl of them that's on the counter. Rhys's jaw is hanging open. "Oh, I also called that gallery. I'm meeting with someone next Wednesday so maybe we should go out that night." I finally meet his eyes.

"You're pregnant?" His voice is whisper.

"Yep." A grin spreads across his face. The next thing I know I'm in his arms and he's lifted me off the floor. He laughs at the squeak that comes out of me.

A.N. Hey, so in this chapter I mention that Feyre and Rhysander have a kid. I have no idea what to name this kid. If you have any thoughts or feelings about what the kids name should be, please please please let me know either in the comments or in a pm. (The kid is a girl, if you didn't catch that in the chapter)