The Power Of Three

Just For Tonight

The Power of Three

Chapter 1

Just For Tonight

Feyre POV:

"Don't you look handsome." Feyre cooed to her wiggly son. Nyx gave her a drooly grin before he proceeded to try and undo the buttons she had just fastened.

"Don't I always?" Rhys called out from their bathroom. He had spent far longer in there primping than she did.

Apparently, it takes a while to remove every piece of invisible lint. She thought to herself, but she wasn't surprised when she was greeted with an echo of "I heard that."

"I'm not talking about you, smart-ass." She responded out loud. Feyre felt him as he approached her from behind. His arms found purchase around her waist, his lips nipped at her ear.

"You know, if you were calling any other male handsome, we'd have a problem. But I'll make this one exception." Feyre rolled her eyes at her territorial mate.

"I'm glad you can put your ego aside for your son. Mother help me if he turns out just as self-centered as you."

His responding growl sent a shiver down her spine. "Self-centered? You weren't calling me that when I pleasured you this morning."

In mock shock, she covered Nyx's ears. "Impressionable child in the room." Feyre warned him.

"What? He's my son. If he doesn't end up putting women first then I've failed him." He said with a sly grin.

"There are other ways to do that, you know. Ways that are far less crude." Feyre scolded. She turned in his arms to face him and noted the mischievous glint in his violet eyes.

"I hate to break it to you, but if you think that's crude, you're not going to like what all Uncle Cass will say around him."

Feyre groaned and rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't remind me." She felt his body shake with silent laughter.

"Are you excited for this evening?" He asked; his tone odd. She worried for a moment until she looked up and saw that his words were jumbled not because of apprehension but because he was making silly faces at their babbling son.

"I am. It's been... a while since I've felt ready to face the world." He squeezed her arm reassuringly in response.

After Nyx's traumatic birth, it was no surprise that Feyre felt rattled. It did surprise her how long it had lasted. Feyre had spent the following months rarely leaving their river home. Instead, she insisted on being near him at all times.

She knew her anxiety was causing Rhys to stress. Her worry only made him worry. It wasn't until he showed her the past few months reflected in his eyes. Only then she truly saw the shell of a person she had become.

"We can always come home early if it's too much." Rhys assured her soothingly.

"No, no, there is already a rumor going around that I died in childbirth. There is no need for that to go on any longer. Besides, Nyx will be with us, and if I need a moment I'll excuse myself to a guest room or something."

"Feyre, I want you to have fun tonight. It's a special occasion. It's Nyx's first starfall, but most importantly, I want you to enjoy yourself. I'll take care of Nyx so you can focus on having a relaxing night."

She smiled at his care and concern. "Until he needs my breasts at least." Feyre joked.

"Ah yes, unfortunately I have useless tits." She flicked his nose.

"Don't call them tits."

"Why not? They are beautiful tits, the best tits, world's greatest tits..." He trailed off as she started to tickle him. "Ah, ha, okay, okay, mercy! I won't call them tits anymore!"