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Nesta is nervous because of Jessie's ceremony when they are given there Siphones. And Cassian is just grinning all day at her nerves.

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"I think I am gonna puke." Nesta whispered when Cassian's arms wrapped around her, his nose buried in her neck.

"No you are not." Her mate said back. His arms still around her.

"Yes I am..." Nesta felt hos he moved her, so she was laying over him, her head resting on his chest.

"Nervous?" He teased, and Nesta sat up, her legs on either side of his hips.

"Yes... What if something goes wrong?" Nesta said, Cassian's hands moved over her hips and legs in a calming touch.

"It is a small thing, they will just test and see how many Siphones he needs. And then we will go out and celebrate."

"Celebrate?" Nesta asked. Cassian just grinned in response.

"It is an tradition. Me and Azriel did almost drink our heads of." He laughed and still had that grin on his face.

"That is a bad idea."

"Yes, yes it was." Cass moved his arms to bring her down over his chest again. Holding her close. "But they all will need to Celebrate."

"Are you not Nervous?" She just asked, trying to relax in his arms.

"A little... A part of me hopes he don't need to carry even one." He whispered, slowy patting down her hair with one hand and the other resting on her bare back.

"Why not?" Nesta moved her head up, seeing hos Cassian drew a deep breath and his smile returned, less grinning this time.

"For then he will not be in the front lines of anything happens." Nesta had not even thought about that, that the results of this day would impact Jessie's place in the armies. "But I also want to see him wield seven, just to point a middle finger to the camps lords and those pure breeds idiots that looked down on all of us." Nesta let out a small laugh.

"I can see that..." She relaxed some more, fealing the need to throw up disappear. "Will... Will it hurt him?"

"No... To summun once powers don't hurt, but it can be scary of the stones crack, Azriel made one explode on the first try." Nesta gasped. "No one was hurt, and I almost did the same but stoped before it went that far." His hand moved to her face.
"You don't need to worry."

"He is just so young..."

"15, it is the normal age, and then he will start training for the Rite." Cassian's voice got lower at the last part.

"Dose he need to?" Nestas body became rigid with fear, and the fealing of needing to throw up came back. "I really need to puke..." She freed her self from Cassian's arms, running of to the bathroom. Finding herself unable to get anything up.

"Hey... You are really that nervus?" Cassian asked, his hand moving over her back.

"Yes... I am not ready to see him grow up." She leaned back toward her mate, taking in his scent and calm.

"Neither am I... I sometimes forget that you never really lived in this world. But it will be fine." Cassian kissed her neck, helping her up again.

"I never want to go through this again..." Nesta whispered. "I never want to be this nervus for Jessie, I never want to send a child of ours in training again... Not like this..." Cassian's hands hardened around her.

"You... You want another child?" He asked back.

"Yes... No... maybe... I am not sure yet, this... Doing this is one reason I don't want one. But... after seeing Gwyn and Azriel with there little one... I miss the baby days." Cassian's smile grew larger and he kissed her cheek.