Aedalyn Archeron

Cassian winced as Nesta squeezed his hand so tightly he wondered if the bones might break. Leaning down, he planted a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead, lifting his eyes as he heard the cries of their newborn daughter. He felt Nesta relax in his grip, resting his forehead against her own. He smiled. She was finally here.

---------------2 DAYS LATER---------------

Cassian stepped back as he opened the door into the room, allowing the others in. Feyre and Elain rushed to Nesta's side, cooing at the baby girl. Mor, Azriel and Rhysand, stood by Cassian, all beaming. Even Azriel's usually dark demeanour was replaced with a light joyous grin. 

"How is she?" Rhys asked, gesturing to the bed in which Nesta lay, holding their newborn daughter. Cassian smiled. "She's doing great. They both are." he responded, letting out a soft laugh of relief. He still couldn't believe he was a father now. He watched as Nesta handed the baby to Feyre, who kissed the small bundle gently on the nose. Cassian led the others over to the bed, and, over the course of a few minutes, the baby was passed between all of them, receiving nuzzles and kisses from each. As she was handed back to Nesta, Cassian reached for his wife's hand. "So, are you ready to hear her name?" Nesta asked the group, smiling up at her husband. Cass smiled. "Aedalyn. Aedalyn Archeron."

---------------2 YEARS LATER---------------

Nesta sat, sprawled on the bench on the porch, watching as her husband chased their daughter around in the grass. Nesta turned her head when she heard the door swing open, revealing her sister Feyre holding a tray of iced tea and cookies. Swinging her legs down from the bench, Nesta scooted over to make space for her sister. Feyre sat down, setting the tray between them. She watched as her brother-in-law picked up her niece, spinning her in the air, sending the little girl into fits of giggles. Picking up a glass, Nesta took a sip of the cold drink, savouring it's sweetness. 

"Aeda! Auntie Feyre brought you a snack!" Feyre called out to the toddler, laughing as Aeda squealed and came hurrying up the steps as fast as her little legs could carry her. Feyre handed the child a sippy cup of apple juice and a cookie. The little girl ran off with her snacks, rejoining her father on the lawn. Aeda had dark, silky hair like her fathers that fell just to her shoulders, but she had her mothers eyes. and nose. and smile. She was perfect.