They weren't going to take a honeymoon. Not yet, anyway. Rhys had promised Feyre when things calmed down at work with Hybern that he would take her anywhere around the world she wanted for as long as she wanted. She had informed him she had everything all picked out for when the time came but wanted it all to be a secret until then.

Until then they had only planned on having Sunday to recuperate from the wedding before they returned to work. Not that they needed to do much recovering. They had both drank but neither of them had gotten completely drunk. And their nightly activities hadn't worn either of them out enough for them to forgo some morning activities that left them both exhausted enough to stay in bed for another few hours. Or, at least, that was the plan.

Feyre was back asleep in his arms for only half an hour when Rhys heard the distinct sound of someone shifting on the other side of the bedroom door. He heard it happen again and Rhys almost growled. His family had promised them the day to themselves. Had promised they could enjoy a day of being married without intrusion, but it seemed that was unlikely to happen.

Rhys shifted only enough to grab his cell phone. No messages were waiting for him warning him of the intrusion. Ever since he had run naked through the house to get Feyre her ice pack the one time they had started texting whenever they had plans to come over. It had become habit to check his phone on weekend mornings to see who exactly was invading his house. But now there were no messages which led to one stray thought that stuck, someone was in his house that shouldn't be there.

He supposed there was a chance that they had been followed home by someone after the wedding. He hadn't exactly been careful and watchful of people following him as he normally was, and understandably so. But his security system should have gone off. There should have been alarms blaring and his brothers alerted alongside the police. An alert should have gone to his phone in case he was outside of his house when an intrusion happened. And he knew he set the system up before he had taken Feyre up the stairs, hadn't he? Had he forgotten that in the excitement of being married to the most amazing woman?

Something tapped the door handle just enough for the slightest rattle and Rhys slipped out of the bed. One eye stayed on the door handle to make sure it didn't turn as he pulled on pants and a shirt. He would only face an enemy naked if he had to, but there was no need to when they were giving him some sort of time. Feyre mercifully didn't wake as he pulled a slim case out from under the bed and opened it to retrieve a slim Illyrian sword and two Illyrian knives. They had been gifts from his mother when he had been declared a warrior of the Illyrian Clans and had only ever come out to be cleaned, until now.

Slowly he crept towards the door to not disturb whoever was on the other side to give them warning. As he settled a hand on the door handle, it occurred to him he probably should have woken Feyre if only to have her move away from what he was about to do. But it was a little too late now. He had to get the jump on whoever it was. With a silent prayer to the Mother, he ripped the door open on silent hinges and froze.

No one was in the hallway. He looked it up and down but no one was in the hall. He moved down the hall on silent feet, a trained warrior stalking prey. He checked behind doors as he made his way to the stairs. As he checked a closet, he heard the distinct sound of the front door closing and the alarm system rearming itself. He turned the corner to the stairwell and hurried down it and slowly turned a circle to see what had been done. Then he lowered his weapon and cursed his family once more.

The living room was filled with wrapped boxes, ones that hadn't been there the night before. The dining room table was laid out with pastries and fruits that would keep until he and Feyre got to them. There were balloons and banners congratulating them on their marriage. And a card sat on the table. He went to the card and opened it.

Congratulations, you bastard. I can't believe you thought we'd leave you alone. See you tonight for a family dinner, please wear clothes.

-Cassian

Rhys chuckled and set the card back on the table. He started to turn, thinking of going to the kitchen to make them some fresh coffee when he felt a presence behind him. Instantly he raised his sword again and whipped around to face the intruder.

"Is that any way to greet your wife, Prick?" Feyre demanded, a good-humored smile on her face. She had only pulled on a fairly sheer robe that left very little actually covered. He also noted she didn't seem the least bit phased by him holding a sword aloft along with the hilts of two daggers tucked into the waistband of his pants.

"I thought you were sleeping," he informed her as he lowered the sword.

"Well, some barbaric warrior took my husband from me. I was quite comfortable and then he was gone, so I thought I'd investigate," she folded her arms in front of her, a piece of paper in her hand. When she noticed his gaze on it, she gave him a feline smirk. "I found this taped to our door. It would seem one of your brothers felt a little more guilt than the other in this morning's intrusion."

She held out the paper and he saw an apology from Azriel from being unable to talk the family, and Helion, and Tarquin, and Thesan, and Viviane from this particular plan. He chuckled and went to wrap an arm around Feyre to kiss her thoroughly.

"You're not even slightly surprised to see me carrying a sword, are you?" Rhys asked after a long moment.

"You warned me that first morning after we slept together that you're a warrior of the Illyrian Clans. And I've been informed all the warriors have swords and knives tucked around somewhere. Azriel showed me his knife at one point," she shrugged. "You know, most people use guns to protect their home if they fear it's being broken into if they have an actual weapon."

"Where's the fun in that," Rhys teased. "Let me put these away and then I'll get us some coffee. You go rest in the living room." He gave her a gentle push towards the living room but she barely moved.

"Trying to order me around already, Husband?" She turned back to him.

"Trying to keep you rested for what I have planned after we tackle this mountain of whatever our family thought worth giving us," he informed her. And despite dinner with their family being forced upon them when they had been promised a day alone, he did have plans to keep Feyre up in bed most of the day. He wanted to make sure she had plenty of reasons to never regret legally binding herself to him.

"What if I need you to have energy for what I have planned?" She asked. "You spent the morning making me scream and beg, why can't I do the same to you?" Slowly she dropped to her knees in front of him to give him an idea of what she had in mind. Instantly he his pants grew tight.

"I need to go put these away. I don't want to accidentally hurt you," Rhys nodded to the sword and knives. He was impressed common sense was prevailing somewhere inside of him when all he could think of was Feyre's talented mouth and hands working their magic on him.

"Then you should hurry," she whispered, a wicked grin on her lips.

They didn't get to the food until well after noon, but Rhys couldn't actually complain. For once he was completely sated to the point where even thinking about sex with Feyre didn't have him ready for her once again.

"Maybe we should take tomorrow off too," Rhys mused when Feyre laid her head on his legs as she curled up on the couch next to him. It was as far as they had gotten when the mountain of gifts had started to look even remotely appealing. "Sleep in, rest…" he stroked her hair back half expecting her to purr with how her eyes closed and she leaned into his touch.

"We can go to bed now and deal with all of this later," she gave a half hearted waved at the gifts.

"I would agree with you, but our family is coming over for dinner apparently," Rhys sighed. He hadn't necessarily had a chance to tell her anything remotely coherent before this moment and that bit of news hadn't been in Azriel's apology.

"Text them and tell them not tonight," Feyre groaned. "Can't I have one night with you to myself?"

"Give me a moment to get my phone, Darling, and I'll relay your request," he slipped out from under her, relishing in the soft groan she let out at the loss of him. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine he would one day have a wife who wanted to be around him as much as he wanted to be around her.

His parents had been happy together, but they hadn't necessarily been physical. He knew they shared a bed sometimes and his mother was always grateful to his father, but they weren't truly in love. He hoped his children could never say those words about him and Feyre if she ever granted him children. Some part of him wished he could go back to the moment he had planned to jump to his death and tell his younger self that things would get better. That the most amazing things were yet to come. He almost wished he could have found Feyre sooner. Could have offered her the leg up she needed to see her own value so much earlier in her still short life.

He reached his phone and pulled up the family chat. There were already five messages in it telling him they were discussing dinner between the four of them and who was bringing what.

Can we reschedule to another night? Feyre and I were hoping to have the evening to ourselves. He hit send and hoped it wasn't too late to cancel, but instead he heard the front door open and cursed.

"No, you bastard!" Cassian yelled as he came in. "You two can fuck later. In fact, you have the whole rest of your lives to fuck. Isn't that what you two got married for anyway?"

Rhys rubbed at his temples for a moment before he realized Feyre was only wearing her very sheer robe still. She'd have to come up and change into something, anything, that wasn't so revealing. As much as he loved her body, he didn't really want to share that much of it with his brothers, or even Mor, who would appreciate seeing that much of Feyre, and really, he wasn't sure what exactly Amren was into.

"I thought I told you two to wear clothes!" Cassian's loud voice carried up the stairs. Rhys sighed and stole his much thicker robe from the bathroom to bring down to wrap around Feyre so she could retreat to change without giving more of a show.

Feyre was already halfway up the stairs when he reached her. She had a look that promised Bryaxis would likely reappear in Cassian's life sometime soon on her face as she climbed up.

"Just him right now," she murmured as she came to his side.

"I doubt it will stay just him for long. Get dressed. I'll try to see how much we can limit their time tonight," he pressed a kiss to her brow and sent her up the stairs.

"I don't know what you two did all day," Cassian told him as he entered the kitchen. "If your gifts are all still wrapped and Feyre was half asleep on the couch."

"Is there a reason we couldn't wait for another night?" Rhys asked, folding his arms as Cassian started to take over the kitchen completely.

"We wanted to celebrate you two being married as a family," came the response.

"That's what the reception was for," Rhys reminded him. "And the wedding, actually. I told Feyre we could always go to the court house and make it official long ago when she said she wanted a small wedding."

"Well, we want to celebrate with you. You're lucky we gave you the morning off. Mor wanted to do brunch instead," Cassian informed him.

"Feyre is very tired. You know I wouldn't ask to move a family dinner unless it was somewhat necessary," he tried to reason.

"It's no use, Rhys, I've been trying to get them to change their minds all day," Azriel appeared. "Here, something special to celebrate with," he produced a chilled bottle of champagne that Rhys recognized as a very expensive brand that had to cost quite a bit. "That's for you two alone. The others can drink this stuff." He set a box on the counter full of wine bottles.

"I'm going to ask that we limit this to dinner only. No extended board games or movie nights," Rhys finally declared. He couldn't get rid of his family that easily. Once Cassian had made up his mind to a point even Azriel couldn't reason with him, there was little anyone could do. But he could set a boundary. He could tell them it was just dinner.

"Dinner and watching you two open your gifts!" Mor declared coming in. "I'm so glad you two left them for us to see you open them!"

"It wasn't intentional," Rhys grumbled. He certainly didn't want to open gifts with his family in attendance though he knew wedded couples did such things. He hadn't warned Feyre that Mor was notoriously a bad gift giver and he didn't want to open whatever Helion had sent with his family in attendance at all. There was a very big chance it wasn't appropriate for his family to know about.

"Oh, Feyre, you found clothes!" Cassian teased. "Tell Rhysand you want to open gifts and play fun games after dinner."

Rhys glanced over at his beautiful wife to see she was indeed dressed, in one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings. She still looked utterly spent and very unimpressed with Cassian.

"I told Rhysand I wanted him to myself for the evening," she told him.

"You had him to yourself all day," Cassian complained.

"Dinner and gifts, then we will go," Mor promised Feyre. "We just want to celebrate with you a little more intimately than last night. And I can't wait until you see what I got you!" Mor slung an arm around Feyre and steered her out of the kitchen once more. Rhys watched them go for a long moment before he turned back to see Azriel's eyes also trained on the pair.

"She looks tired," he observed quietly when Rhys raised an eyebrow at his brother.

"She is tired," he replied honestly. "It was our wedding night. Most people take a week or more away from everyone after their wedding."

"You two have been living together for a while now. The only thing that's changed is Feyre's name and she now legally owns half of everything you do," Cassian scoffed.

"Again, I've been arguing with him and Mor all day," Azriel cut in. "Here, let's break out the wine and Cassian will get dinner cooking." His brother steered him towards the living room where Mor was already helping Feyre sort through the gifts to get to the 'good' ones.

Amren arrived as soon as Cassian had dinner on the table. Despite wanting a night alone together, Feyre happily settled into the family dinner at Rhys' side. She kept his hand in hers as much as possible and he was happy to oblige. Then it was time to open the gifts and Rhys took a moment to pull Feyre in for a quick kiss and to whisper about whatever Mor saw fit to give them.

Azriel saw fit to give Rhys an exceptionally old bottle of scotch and Feyre a set of art books from various cultures around the world. Cassian bought them, technically himself and Nuala and Cerridwen, several kitchen gadgets that they apparently just had to have. Amren simply offered them both legal advice should a divorce happen, something Rhys and Feyre could both only chuckle over since neither of them believed that to be in their foreseeable future. Mor somehow thought it was absolutely necessary to get them a complete bedding set with her face on it. Pillowcases, sheets, and a comforter all sporting her smiling face. Rhys knew it wasn't a gag gift though it certainly felt like one.

Then they got to the gifts from the other CEOS. Tarquin was giving them a two-week vacation at any of his resorts whenever they chose. Kallias and Viviane had gotten them a rather expensive crystal wine glass set. Thesan and his partner had given Feyre a travel kit for her art supplies and Rhys a new watch that certainly had to have been top of the line coming from Thesan himself. And Helion… Rhys shuddered at the thought of opening Helion's gift in front of his family but they insisted.

The entire box was filled with the contents of an adult toy store along with written and video instructions depending on the toy. He couldn't keep the blush that crept up the points of his ears to himself as Cassian and Mor all cackled at the sight of several rather large and strange looking dildos that were labeled 'for her to use on him'. Feyre, however, seemed to think the box was hilarious and Rhys didn't doubt she'd have a fun time going through it to see if there was anything in there they would actually try.

"There's one more gift," Mor fished a forgotten card up off of the floor. It wasn't labeled to the two of them, just to Feyre. She took it, confusion written on every feature of her face, and opened it. Within two seconds she had snapped the card back shut and was excusing herself. Rhys picked up the card before anyone else could. He opened it to see a familiar handwriting on the inside of the blank card Be Happy, Feyre. –Tamlin

"I think it would be best if you all went home," Rhys breathed out. He didn't wait to see if they went. Instead he followed Feyre up to where she had retreated in their bedroom. Even he wasn't sure what to make of Tamlin sending that card. He wasn't sure what to do to comfort her either. What would he have done if Amarantha had sent him something along the same lines? He wasn't sure.

He had no words for Feyre when he wrapped his arms tight around her. He had no explanations of what Tamlin was thinking or guesses at what to say, so he simply wrapped his arms tight around her, pressed a kiss to her temple, and held her until her heartrate slowed considerably.

"Let's get ready for bed," he urged her when he gauged that she was calmer. She simply nodded against him. And when he went to strip his shirt off of her, she blushed and looked down at the floor.

"I don't think I can have sex," she admitted.

"That's alright, Darling," he pulled her towards the bed. "We don't need to do anything. We can simply cuddle close and enjoy each other's company." He followed her down onto the bed and wrapped around her, offering her a different form of intimacy, one that felt far deeper than anything they could achieve through sex.

He waited until he felt her slip away into sleep before he even dared to shift ever so slightly to grab his phone from the night stand. With a few quick taps he sent out an email to his family and to Lucien explaining that he and Feyre would not be in the following day. Then he wrapped tightly around her once more, fully prepared to be there if her dreams became nightmares.