At half an hour until midnight, I lay in bed next to Rhys, breathing deeply in and out, trying to calm my racing heart. I inhaled, and at the tiniest little prick of pain in my stomach, I froze. There it was again, and I clenched my teeth in pain as my stomach contracted.
"Rhys," I practically squeaked. "They're coming."
Everything that happened after that was a blur. In the beginning, I just remember remember laying there, panicked thoughts just roaring through my head. I remember Rhys rushing out of bed and downstairs to get Zahlaya, and she appeared along with a few other women. I remember Rhys whispering to me, "It's going to be okay, It's going to be okay."
And after that moment, all I could remember was that phrase, and the pain. Oh, the pain. It built and built and built until everything was a glaring white getting brighter and brighter and then my stomach tore in upon itself and everything broke and the world shattered into a million tiny little pieces.
Then darkness.
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You know, I wish I could say that when I came to, I was met with the sight of my two brilliant newborn children, or the loving face of my mate, or something like that. But life can't have that much glory, apparently, for when I finally opened my weary eyes, and blinked everything into focus, I was met with the sight of none other than Cassian, sitting back in a chair next to my bed, grinning his face off.
"Damnnnnn, Feyre," he drawled. "Bitch, your pushing those babies out of your vagina practically exploded the whole fucking world."
I know, it's super super short. I'm sorry. I just don't have a ton of time and that seemed like a perfect line to end it on. (: I'll try to update as soon as I can. Hope you liked it!
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A Feysand Fanfic
FanfictionAbout 1 1/2 years after the ending of ACOWAR, Feyre realizes that she is pregnant, and is going to bring twins into the world. But, with Feyre, who has the powers of all of the high lords as their mother, and Rhysand, the most powerful High Lord/Ily...
