Crescent City: A Court of Thrones and Glass

Chapter Two: Feyre

     Pregnancy sucked. The morning sickness, the back pain, the overbearing Illyrians, it was rough. Feyre was glad that they had at least settled into the River House. Their new home was stunning, because Feyre had designed it, of course. It was the perfect balance of formal and home-y. If the whole family came over, the could each have their own bedroom, and the dining table was a huge circle that could accommodate everyone. Rhysand and Feyre each had their own study, and the library was huge. Big enough that not even Nesta could read all the books in there. Perhaps the best part of the River House was the nursery. Painted baby blue, with a white wood cradle and a luxurious rocking chair, it was the perfect place for the newborn heir to rest. Feyre couldn't wait until this dreadful pregnancy was over, so she could meet her newborn son or daughter. Well, if the bone carver is to be trusted, she would be having a boy, but they wanted it to be a surprise. Just then, someone knocked on the nursery door.
"Feyre darling, what are you doing in here?" It was Rhys, her beautiful, selfless mate.
"Just imagining what life will be like in a month." For Feyre was already 8 months along. Rhys walked up to Feyre, gently swept her off her feet and gave her a deep kiss.
"I can't believe that in just thirty days, I'm going to be a father", he said, with wonderment and awe, "And I know Cassian, Azriel, Amren and Mor are very excited to be uncles and aunts."
"And my sisters too."
"Ah yes, Elain and the Viper," he said with a smile.
"I'm sure Nesta will be just as loving," Feyre replied. Rhys gave her a knowing look, then kissed her again.
"I don't suppose you want to go back to our room and...." Rhysand asked with a glint in his eye.
"As appealing as that sounds, we've got stuff to do! Mor and Amren are coming over so we can go over some ideas for repairing Velaris, and aren't you meeting with Cass and Az today?" As soon as she mentioned their names, it's like they were summoned. There was a loud, incessant pounding on the front door. And then shouting.
"I don't know what you two are doing in there but I'm freezing my ass off out here! Hurry up and open the door!" Cassian, obviously.
"Hold on, Cass, you've got to give them a chance to put some clothes on first," said Azriel cheekily.
"I don't care. I'm going in. My cousin can yell at me, but I'm cold out here, and it's warm in there." And there was Mor. Where was Amren?
"We better get down there, Rhys, before they break the front door." Rhys gave me his arm and we walked down the stairs, just to see as Amren put down her book, got up from her spot on a couch and unlocked the door to three angry, then startled faces. Amren looked up to them,
"You three are no better than stray cats yowling to be let inside."
"How are you inside, dear Amren?" Cassian asked.
"Side door was unlocked, geniuses. Come on in." Amren left the door open and curled up on her spot on the couch. Cassian stormed inside and looked at the pair.
"There you are, Rhys, we've got to go. There's been some unrest in Illyrian camps to the south. I've tried to keep them in order, but they need a visit from their High Lord to put them in place."
"Okay. You and Az go on ahead, I'll catch up in a couple minutes. Oh, and bring Nesta too, if she's willing," answered Rhys. With that, Cass and Az went out the door and took off into the brisk, late morning skies.
I'm sorry I have to leave, my darling, Rhys said through the bond.
It's okay, Feyre responded, you have your job, and I have mine. Plus, Mor and Amren are here to protect me and the baby, which I could do all by myself.
Indeed you can. I love you.
I love you too. Then Rhys walked outside, blew Feyre a kiss, and took off in pursuit of his brothers. Feyre turned and faced Amren and Mor, who were now sitting next to each other on the couch.
"Now, who's ready to get some work done?" Feyre said, smiling. They grinned right back.