A Feyre x Rhysand Fan Fiction

Part 4

Tamlin kept to his promise to come back later, even if it was the next day that he stopped by her room. She was nursing Dahlia at the time, and when Tamlin knocked on the door, she had let him in without really thinking about his reaction to what she was doing. It took him a few seconds to get used to the scene before him, but Feyre laughed nonetheless.

"I suppose you've never seen a mother feeding her child before." Feyre said, wincing slightly at the sensation. Dahlia was always greedy when she fed, but Feyre didn't mind too much. She was just glad that her daughter was happy, and more than that, she was healthy.

"No I suppose I have not." Tamlin answered, trying not to look too enthralled at what was going on at her breast. Feyre nodded toward the bed, asking for him to sit there with her. She was sitting in the chair that he had claimed yesterday, but that would not stop her from speaking to him. He should be comfortable enough in her room, even with Dahlia's presence there. 

There were several minutes of quiet, the only sound was Dahlia sucking at her breast, though eventually her daughter fell asleep and her lips fell away from Feyre's skin. She smiled down at her precious daughter and covered herself up again, lifting Dahlia up carefully to pat her back. Though she was still sleeping, she still needed to be burped. Tamlin sat on her bed, his eyes wide at what he was witnessing. Though she had just become a mother, she was a natural at it. Feyre was sure that as time went on, Tamlin would get the hang of having a child around, too. He would be a great father.

"How are you today?" he asked eventually, eyes meeting hers for half a moment before they fell upon her daughter again, curiosity outranking his polite manners. She grinned and leaned forward to touch his face. She was surprised when he kissed her palm, pressed carefully against his cheek. Closing her eyes, she wondered if things could ever go back to normal for them. Things had gotten out of control in the last week alone and she wanted to fix things. She shifted up and over so that she could sit on the bed with him. One of his hands reached to draw strange patterns on Dahlia's arm, cradled close to her chest as her lips pouted out, dreaming. Neither of them said a word as they stared down at her. She wondered if her daughter would bring them closer or farther apart. Feyre could learn to pretend that Dahlia was actually Tamlin's child, and she only hoped that Tamlin would not care that she was actually Rhysand's. Speaking of...

"Did he go back yet?" she asked in a whiper, refusing to look up from her daughter's face. It was easier if she didn't look at Tamlin, see the rage boiling in his gold-green eyes. 

It took him a while to answer her, though she was sure he knew who she meant. When he answered, he sighed. "No. He is still waiting for you to call on him, so that he can see his - ." but Tamlin did not say the word that she knew would come next. Daughter. As much as neither of them wanted to admit it, Dahlia was biologically Rhysand's daughter as well. Feyre gritted her teeth together and felt the urgent need to shatter something under her fists. She could feel it when her energy rose within her, could taste the magic on her tongue. But she forced it back down where it belonged, in that deep crevice inside of her, before she let herself do anything rash.

"He's going to be waiting for a while then." she responded, not sure what else to say. Feyre didn't want Rhysand to see Dahlia, even if she was his, too. Of course, she knew this situation wasn't really his fault, it was hers. Still, it hardly mattered. She wanted him to return to the Night Court so that she and Tamlin could mend whatever was broken between them. Rhysand was only complicating that.

There was a knock at the door and Feyre's skin chilled at the sound. "No." she whispered. 

Tamlin seemed to know exactly who it was, too, and he stood begrudgingly at the sound of knocking at her door. With barely concealed rage in his voice, he said goodbye, "I should be going." 

Feyre didn't want him to leave, and she certainly did not want to face whoever was behind that door, but she let him go, and he kissed her forehead in goodbye before he walked across the room and opened the door, his face screaming that he would very much like to kill Rhysand. Rhysand was not smiling, either, not when he realized who was standing before him. But then he glanced behind Tamlin to see Feyre holding their daughter and a small grin etched across his face. 

Something in Feyre snapped into place while looking at him, but she tried to ignore it. That voice - not her own - tried to speak through her lips, but she refused to let that other person hold any power over her. This was her body and she would not let someone else control it. 

Tamlin shouldered past Rhysand, a glance behind his shoulder as he moved out into the hallway. His eyes told her that if she needed him, he would be there for her. She nodded in understanding at his expression and then the door fell back, making him disappear. 

With as much strength and will-power as she could muster, she glanced up again and met Rhysand's violet eyes.

"Hello."