After The War

Chapter 10 Rhys

Rhys's pov

After more than two days Feyre and I were still at the cabin and didn't plan on leaving till we had the time that we didn't when we mated.

I had just woken up and Feyre was sleeping on my arm.

My arm was numb but that didn't matter.

I'd been watching her for a long time and I think that she knew because she opened her eyes and looked at me slowly.

I smiled down at her and she rolled of my arm, onto her back and yawnd, stretching like a cat.

It was only then that I noticed that she had drooled all over my arm and I was sticky with spit from my amazing mate.

"What were you thinking about last night?"

I asked showing her my arm.

Her whole face turned red, I was going to laugh but......

She put images of us in my mind, showing me what she had been thinking of.

There was Feyre and I walking down the Rainbow, but I was holding a little boy in my arms.

He was waving his arms around an squealing at me as I smiled down at him.

My son.

I looked up at Feyre from where my gaze had dropped to her stomach and said,

"Well it's not going to happen if we don't get on with it?"

I'd ment to sound segesting but my voice didn't make it sound sexy.

I sounded sad.

I could tell Feyre heard it but didn't call me out on it.

Instead she said, "That's what I thought."

She smiled before rolling on top of me with a small giggle.