I stepped out of our home to see Nesta running up to me and I rested my hand on my swollen stomach. I was five months along and I already look huge after I have given Rhysand two babies. Nyx and Willow.

I noticed the smile on her face which put me at ease. "It's happening! Elaine and Lucien are going to be married."

"how grand and who would think the words would come out of your mouth without you spitting? you hated the idea of them being together in the beginning."

"I know. but now they're so happy together and I'm happy. Cassian and I are married and we are planning to start a family."

"that's wonderful news." I rested my hand on her shoulder and stroked it.

I flinched when I felt the baby kick.

"what's wrong?" she asked me, alarmed as her eyes fell on my belly.

"nothing." I took her hand.

"it's kicking."

"it" she seemed insulted. "it is definitely a she. you are carrying her the same way you did with Willow."

"Rhysand thinks that the baby is going to be a girl too. but I don't know. every time I think of him, I see a boy."

"Have you picked a name yet? hint Nesta."

we both chuckled. "no." I continued to rub my belly and Nesta removed her hand. "we are debating between the names Novlas and Rhos for a boy and Sienna, Rivi, and Revara for a girl."

she gave me a disgusted look. "no, Nesta would be best."

she then stared into my face. "you look awfully pale and tired. are you alright?"

"oh yes. it's normal for a mom to look like this. you'll see when you become one. Willow keeps Rhys and me up all night. she gives me no rest. like her father. she always wants her mama."

"what about Nyx? is he the same way?"

"no. not all. he takes after you and me. he is very independent for a three-year-old. he is so curious about the world."

"where are your children now?"

"they are with their cousin Mor. she loves to be in the company of the younglings. they are all inside. I think that she and Rhys are telling them a bedtime story before naptime."

she grinned and handed me the invitation and I saw that Elaine was going to be married in six months. on December 10th."

"It's hard to believe that the baby will be two months by then."

"Maybe she and Willow will be flower girls. we can see if Mor will push them around in a carriage and they can wear a dress made of flowers."

"That would be lovely."

I looked up at her from the invitation and saw that she looked distressed.

"What's the matter?"

she shook her head and sighed. "how much do you care about Tamlin?"

"hardly at all. not after what he did to me. why?"

"He's dying."

"What?" I held onto her wrists as I felt my hands tremble. I might have hated him. but I never wished him to be dead.

"He's sick. Lucien received a letter from him and then he visited him. he wants to see you. Lucien wanted me to tell you"

"that's not possible. I can't look at him. I've never forgiven him and Rhys would be furious."

she cocked her head. "He's dying, Feyre. even I couldn't deny him his dying wish."