A Feysand Fanfic

Chapter 6

Two hours later, I was sprawled out on the couch, my head in Rhy's lap as he stroked my hair rhythmically. Nesta sat at my feet on the opposite side of the couch, and Mor was sitting on the floor below me. There was no Cassian or Azriel to be seen, and Amren was spending some quality time with Varian in the Summer Court. We had sat and chatted for hours, laughing at the stupidest things, the four of us. But now, sadly, it was coming close to the time where Nesta had to leave. Rhys must have sensed my sadness through the bond, for he started to shift beneath me.

"Well, I'm exhausted," he said, yawning. He truly was worn out. "I'm heading up to bed." He squeezed my hand to let me know that he would be waiting for me when I came up, as he had excused himself to let me say goodbye to my sister in private. Mor caught on quickly, for she said,

"Me too," and unceremoniously vanished into thin air, winnowing to the House of Wind.

Now it was just Nesta and I , and the silence was deafening. I pulled myself up into a sitting position. I tried to think of something to say, but then Nesta opened her mouth, to my surprise. She scooched over on the couch to sit next to me, and I turned to face her. She took my hand, and held it there on her knee.

"I'm sorry I have to go so soon," she said to me, looking down at our joined hands. "I'll be back when their born, I promise."

She lifted her chin, and I looked into her solid gray eyes, and I had no doubt that no matter what, Nesta would be here when the twins were born.

"I can feel them, you know," she said to me in a whisper.

"What?" I whispered back.

"I can sense their strength," she said, looking off into the distance, entranced. Her gray eyes turned cloudy, and she murmured, "great strength."

Then she seemed to come back, and she turned her laser focus on me.

"Don't worry about them just because they are unique and no one knows anything about them." Conviction ran like a backbone through her words, and I realized that Nesta herself had fit that description.

"They have strength," she repeated, "and they will carry it with them through any obstacles they face. Do not worry, sister." She embraced me, patted my leg, and made her way to the door. Stunned into silent shock, I could not think of anything to say. I was speechless, and before I could regain the use of my body to ask her where she was going, she slid out of the door and into the night. I figured that sitting on the couch here wouldn't do me any good, so I tiptoed upstairs to find a shirtless Rhys perched on the bed waiting for me. Of course he wouldn't have gone to bed until he talked to me, despite how tired he was. His wings were out and tucked in behind him. What's wrong? he asked through the bond. He must have sensed the incomprehension on my face.

I showed him my conversation with Nesta, and verbally said,

"That's the third person who has been able to sense them." It's true, it was. Cassian sensed them at first, then Zahlaya sensed their power, and Nesta their strength. My heart clenched, as it had been doing a lot recently. I placed my hand on my swollen stomach. "I don't know what's in here, Rhys."

I felt a flash of emotions shoot down the bond, but he got up, crossing the room to me. One hand wrapped me into him, and the other landed on my stomach. Kissing my ear, then my neck, and my cheek, he murmured deeply against my skin,

"Well I do."

"Oh yeah?" I asked him, slightly breathy.

"Yes." he whispered. "I know," he began, "That in that belly of yours, there are two beautiful children. Two very powerful children, apparently," he said, chuckling a little. Caressing my skin with his mouth, he continued. "I know those children in that belly of yours are not just any children. They are our children." His mouth tickled against my skin, and I pressed into him, the night all around us. "So they are going to be smart, kind, gorgeous, brave, funny, and amazing children. And they will have a little Illyrian, a little human, and a little Fae all mixed into them. But no matter what," he said to me, "those children will always be loved. They will be loved by our people, our family, and me, and you," he drew every word out slowly, with emphasis.

"They will be so lucky." His words shot right through my heart, igniting it's burning incendo of a core.

But I pulled back from him, a lightbulb over my head.

"Do you think they will have wings?" I wondered aloud, the awe almost tangible in my voice.

I showed him the vision in my head, of two little chubby babies in diapers, one boy and one girl, hovering in the air with little midnight wings that flapped around. Rhys tipped his head back and laughed, and laughed. I loved it when he did that. Shaking his head at me, his eyes were sparking. It had been a while since that had happened.

"I guess we'll just have to see," he said to me with a crooked smile.

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