Feysand One shots

Girls Night

So this doesn't follow my Feysand Fanfic (so sorry not an update from that) But I got this idea in my head... and this popped out. Enjoy!!

(Feyre POV)

I glanced down at the outfit I was currently wearing, wondering if it would be suitable for whatever plans Mor had in mind for girls day. My sweater dress, should be warm enough if there were any outdoor activities, but also nice enough for anything more upscale. She wouldn't even hint at what we were going to do today, so this was the best I could do under the circumstances.

Mor had been blabbering on and on about today for the past few weeks. She had decided that while Rhys, Cassian, and Az went on their annual drunken holiday, that us girls would have fun too. She had even gotten Amren to agree to attend, how I still didn't know.

Rhys had left this morning with his brothers, and while I missed him already I knew that this time would be good for him, good for us. We had agreed not to communicate using the bond for this weekend, if we could help it. Being separated from my mate had me a little anxious, if I was honest with myself, and I was actually glad that Mor had invented girls day, if nothing else it would be a distraction.

It turned out that Mor had surprised us all. We spent the day on a boat cruising down the Sidra, it was absolutely perfect, that was until it came time for dinner. We had docked near the Rainbow, and the view was absolutely stunning, as we all sat down for dinner. It had been an absolutely beautiful day, full of laughter and just girl talk. My cheeks actually hurt from laughing so much, even Nesta and Amren looked like they were having fun, which was a rare feat to accomplish and I knew that Mor was proud of herself.

Just as my plate was sat in front of me, a feeling of nausea rolled through me so strong, that it was a wonder I managed to stay up right. Standing, suddenly I turned away from the table and ran to railing of the boat, just barely making it in time to empty the contents of my stomach into the pristine water of the Sidra bellow.

"Feyre! Feyre... are you okay?" Mor was instantly by my side, grabbing my hair out of my face. Nesta, grabbed my arm and guided me to a nearby chair, while Amren stood back and surveyed me with her piercing silver eyes.

"I'm fine. I feel better now." It was the truth, the nausea had gone as quickly as it started. Mor nodded, "Good. Perhaps it was the rocking of the boat, or the wine." I nodded my head in response, but knew that was not the cause. The boat was barely moving, and I hadn't had any wine today.

"Well, if you're feeling better, is it okay if we eat? Because I'm starving." Nesta asked from beside me. I smiled at my sister, as she stood and grabbed her plate from the table bringing it over to where we were sitting near the railing. As soon as the smell of her food wafted into the air around me, that feeling was back, quickly I turned again and vomited over the side of the boat.

Mor frowned at me. "Perhaps we should get you home Feyre, it doesn't look like you're getting better." I nodded again, unable to speak as my brain focused on keeping the contents of my stomach inside me. Amren grabbed Nesta, and Mor took my hand as we winnowed to the townhouse. Winnowing made the nausea so much worse, as soon as we landed, I emptied my stomach all over the hardwood floors. Mor cursed beside, me as her hands grabbed at my face checking me for fever.

"You don't feel warm. How do you feel? Does anything hurt?"

No nothing hurt... and now like before I felt fine. The feeling of sickness having passed once again.

"I feel fine."

"Feyre... you don't look fine." As she finished talking Amren and Nesta walked in the front door. "Are you okay?" Nesta asked me concern lacing her voice.