Feysand - A Feyre and Rhysand Fanfiction

Part 13 - Violet Irises

The next couple of days included much of my time spent sleeping. I was so blessed to have my sisters, Mor and Amren help out with Ansellus, or Sel as Rhys calls him.

Of course, Rhys and I do our load too, but it's best for both of us to rest while we can; especially me.

The shadows of the leaves dance in the sunlight, prancing around on the smooth tiles of my bedroom. My golden-brown hair rests like a crown around me on my pillow. My hands rest above my head,  blanket splayed across my body. 

Rhysand's toned back comes into view as I see him quietly tiptoe toward the balcony,  blocking a small portion of the sun. I groan in response to the lack of warmth on my nude body. 

This quiet noise alerts him, and he turns to face me with a smile edging at his lips,

"Good morning, my gorgeous," he whispers.

His feet softly pad on the cold, hard tiles towards me. He perches himself on the edge of my bed and plants a kiss on my forehead. I can't hide the smile that grows on my face.

"Mm, good morning,"  I respond back.

Our eyes lock, the sun rays dancing amongst the violet iris of his. The smile fades from my face and I reach for his cheek.  His face also becomes emotionless. I run my thumb softly against the grain of his stubble now forming.

My voice, barely a whisper, maybe even through our bond, I tell him,

"I love you, with all my heart."

He puts his hand over mine,

"And I will still love you more."

I laugh heartily and throw myself at him, knocking him over onto the bed. He laughs too,

"Well, hello, my wife,"

The warm silk of the sheets slips off my body entirely, exposing my vulnerable and fragile body to Rhys. My hair pours around him like a glowing halo. One of his hands wraps around my waist, gently pulling me closer to the warmth of his chest, toward his hungry lips. The other rests on the curve of my back. It slowly moves up, into my hair. He looks at my lips,  then once more into my eyes before closing them and pressing his lips passionately against mine. 

Before any more can happen, we both pull back in searing pain. Down the bond, it felt like a fire burnt. In another room, a piercing cry rang out.

From Ansellus. 

We both looked at the door, winnowed clothes on and ran out the door.

Cassian had a perplexed look on his face as he held the baby, eyes wide as he looked toward us.

"Sorry he woke you, I uh, think he's hungry."

Rhys and I looked toward each other, and I put my arms out for my beautiful son.

"We felt him through Feyre and I's bond," Rhys exclaims

Mor looks at us,

"That is unheard of. Children do not share the same bond as their parents. Peculiar. I'll look into it,"

She pads out of the large living room and toward what I assume is the library. Rhys looks at us and smiles. 

Our child will grow to be more powerful than both of us. A mutant. When it is his turn to rule, he will be the strongest King in Ancient history. He will exceed us both. I feel his power in my arms as his small wide eyes look into mine. Colours of iris already peek amongst the blue. His father's eyes. 

The crying stops as I hold him. My perfect baby, my perfect husband, home, kingdom, family.

My home.

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Apologies for the extremely late update.  I haven't been myself and find I am trying to understand myself again. I do not know when the next update is. my passion for writing has dissipated. 

Until we meet again.

Thank you for all the support this far.

Love you always,

Izzy.