I'm Mated To What?!

XXIV

I was in heaven having these three to look after. I had just gotten done feeding Xolix and Raquel and was now feeding Av'aelin whom was just snacking away at my breast. Her little hands kneading as she suckled. Absolutely beautiful and adorable. 

Krol was rocking Xolix and Raquel in their crib next to me. If he had been the father of these three, he would've made an incredible one. I just knew he'd take good care of Av'aelin when that time came. 

When Av'aelin was done and asleep, I handed her over to Krol so that he could hold her. He was dying to. 

"Thank you Amarra," he said holding her close to his chest. He had a blanket to block the coolness of his skin so he didn't wake her or cause her to cry. He had already made that mistake and almost completely shutdown because he was scared that he had hurt her or something. I thought it was cute to watch and to see how much he already cared for her. He held her like she was glass and could break at any moment. 

"You're so welcome." I slipped off the bed and picked up a loose fitting dress. "I'm going to take a shower." Krol looked over at me and nodded. He told me that he had them, that I was more than free to take one. I smiled heading that way, I closed the door behind me and got my almost hot shower ready.  

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((Written In Prince Scai'ian's Pov)) 

A week had passed since the birth of my children. The warships were returning home from winning the war. All the men celebrated aboard the ship, but I just sat back and watched. I was counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days until we finally reached home. It felt like I could finally take a breath of fresh air. I was so happy to be home again. 

"We did good my son," my father said walking over to me. My brothers stood behind me. 

"Yes," I replied bowing my head. I knew I didn't have to, but I wanted to be respectful to my father, but also in front of all the men. "Yes we did our job well." 

"I bet you're happy to be home. To see your newborns." 

My heart fluttered at the thought. I was so proud of my mate. That she had the strength to bring those three into this world and to bless me with being their father. There was nothing more in my life that I wanted than to see my mate, my love and my beautiful babies. 

At the loading ramps I saw my mate waiting for me. She was dressed in a beautiful white and pink dress. When I made my way over to her, I just melted into her arms. I breathed in her scent lifting her off the ground, but quickly placed her back down when she winced from pain. 

"It's so good to see you, my mate," I said wanting to just sob in her arms. I hated showing such weakness in front of the men, but I just couldn't stand it. Every moment being on that ship was like a nightmare to me. Every minute that I didn't have my mate next to me, I just wanted to die. That awful feeling of being alone was unbearable for me. So yes I showed this weakness, but it felt like she had brought life back to me and I was soaking all that I could up. 

Her arms tightened around my neck. "I know how you feel. It's so good to have you back home." She pulled away and I hesitantly let go of her. 

The two of us talked for a while. My father came over, congratulated us along with my brothers. We also just talked about things like the flowers and the sky. Small things that didn't seem like much, but I just wanted to talk about everything. She told me how the labor went. That Crisa helped her through everything and was so supportive of her. I did growl a little when I heard that Krol and Nux'ox had helped, but she just wrapped her arms around me and smiled at me. 

"Are you ready to meet them?" she asked taking my hand in her's. I nodded slowly and allowed her to lead me through the palace back to our room. There was commotion going on in our room, it kind of sounded like Krol was getting jealous that Nux'ox was holding Av'aelin and he wasn't. Amarra stopped me right outside the door, she wanted me to wait, so I nodded and stood there as she walked in. 

"Are you two fighting over her," she asked almost giggling. I placed a hand over my mouth to keep me from wanting to laugh. She was growing more bold when coming to our species. I was so proud that she was getting comfortable. She'll make a good queen one of these days. 

Krol hissed that Nux'ox was hogging Av'aelin. That it was his turn to hold her and he was keeping her from him. I shock my head as I continued to listen to them two bicker back and forth with each other. Don't get me wrong, imprinting is powerful. We feel protective over our mate and will kill anyone that poses a threat to them. So I understood where Krol was getting this feeling, but on the other hand. Av'aelin is a week old newborn that needed her mother to take care of her.