"Feyre?" I didn't want to talk. I couldn't talk. I was breaking down before my very eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had accepted the fact that I couldn't have children anymore. And the fact that I was pregnant had hit me like a brick. There was another knock, and when I didn't answer the knob turned. It was Rhysand. He ran over to me. His face was full of worry. "Darling, What's the matter?" He caressed my cheek. I didn't know what to tell him.
"We're going to have a baby Rhys." He looked shocked for a moment as if he thought he would never hear those words again. Then he smiled. When I didn't, he looked concerned. "You're pregnant?" I nodded. "Then why are you upset my love?"
"I-I" Before I could continue I felt sick. Vile flew up my throat and I stumbled to the bathroom. I had my head over the porcelain bowl before I even knew how I got there. Everything was hazy. I was so lightheaded. Rhys was holding my hair and rubbing my back. Oh, how I loved him. when I was done I leaned back against the wall and rhysand reached to wipe my face with a damp cloth. I let him wipe my face. I couldn't stand, I felt so weak. I must have had a part of the bond still open because he picked me up a gently sat me on the bed. He looked as if he was about to say something, but I drifted off to sleep before he could.
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To Be Continued on July 18, 2019
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Fanfiction*Old version, remake coming soon* Many years after the battle with Hybern, Feyre finds out that she is pregnant. Her and Rhysand are overjoyed and ready to welcome this new addition to the family. But, when an old foe may have ruined their one ch...
