Feyre’s pregnancy hormones
Feyre called down the bond, eyes clenched closed. She felt a jolt of laughter on the other end. He knew. The prick knew
Again so much laughter. She hissed down the bond, sending a series of vulgar thoughts and gestures.
She strained her neck to sit up as much as she could. Her huge stomach getting in her way. She clenched her legs together, angry at her helplessness
This is all your fault. She thought bitterly and scowled
If I remember correctly.... He purred down the bond, his voice sensual. You were the one to insist on the round that resulted on this little bundle Feyre Darling.
Feyre remained unamused, her anger and frustration slowly building
He appeared then. Smiling at her, his eyes full of promise. “Hello my love” he bent, and placed a kiss to her forehead, his hands cradling her belly.
“This isn’t funny. I can’t get up.” Feyre scrunched her brows, locking her jaw even as Rhys grabbed her arms and helped her to sit up. Another tug and he had her standing.
Immedietly, she waddled straight to the bathroom, her steps as hurried as her swollen belly would allow.
He grinned at her as she walked out a few minutes later.
Of course he was happy. It wasn’t his body that resembled a whale. She looked at him then. The Illyrian leathers he wore, sculpted to every muscle, the sweat still gleaming on his skin. In comparison, she felt frumpy.
She hadn’t trained since her pregnancy, not even light sparring, which Magda had assured her would be okay.
She was too tired. Between her constant need to use the bathroom, as well as nausea, she had found no time. She’d stay asleep as Rhys left to train in the mornings
He’s probably glad for an excuse too not have to spend so much time with me
She frowned at her thoughts. Anger and sadness bubbling up inside of her.
She moved to the balcony, no longer wanting to look at Rhys and see how perfect he was. Her throat constricted and her vision suddenly blurred by her tears.
Two arms banded around her from behind, and Rhys nuzzled into her neck as his hands found her stomach.
“You, my darling. Are perfect” holding her cheek, he turned her face to him, and kissed her tears.
“I’m not the same anymore” she whispered. “You’d think I’d be used to my body changing but this...” she closed her eyes ashamed at her thoughts, and at Rhys’s silence, she was sure he was disgusted by her.
She broke into a cry again. “You must think I’m terrible” she said through the salt, her voice shook. “Terrible and UGLY” She wailed, having lost any control of her thoughts or emotions at this point.
Her shoulder shook so heavily she could feel Rhys using his strength to hold her up. He turned her into his arms, Feyre nestled into his chest, but seeing the distance between them because of her bump, she sobbed once more.
Suddenly angry at his silence, she shoved at his chest “This is you FAULT” she was being erratic, and seeing Rhy’s eyes widen slightly at her hysteria, she became even more of a mess.
A soothing darkness settled around them, Rhys’s wings cocooning them. Rhys whispered “Everyday I see you, I have to remind myself that this isn’t a dream. That you really are my mate, and that you really are carrying our child”
Feyre closed her eyes, feeling the vibrations of his chest as he spoke, his hands wiping at her tears. She was only half listening, the sound of his voice and his warmth soothing her.
“I have to force myself to work Feyre. Force myself to be a high lord and do the jobs required of me. Because all I want to do is look at you.”
She opened her eyes then, seeing the sincerity and love in his.
“I have found you beautiful, since the first moment I ever met you, in that forest, when you were still human.”
She closed her eyes, remembering Calanmai
“ And these changes” he rubbed her stomach, stroked her cheek. “They remind me of the gift you are carrying. The baby you are giving me. The blessing I’ve been deemed lucky enough to have. And nothing. NOTHING about you could ever be hideous.” He forced her to look at him then.
“Never forget Feyre. That I love you. That I would face a 1000 Hybern’s and Attors for you. For a chance to be with you. Never forget that I would destroy the world for you Feyre Darling”
Stars glimmered in his eyes, and she felt his power rumble.
“You are my everything. You and our baby boy are the only thing in this entire world that mean anything to me. I will never stop loving you. Of being grateful that you picked me.”
He let her into his mind then, showed her what he saw. The glow around her, the smile always on her face, and her hands that always found her way to her stomach to stroke lovingly and protectively.
She hiccuped, and released a shaky breath.
“I’m sorry for being so crazy. I think- I think it’s the hormones” she bunched her hand in his leathers, embarrassed at her outburst.
“Don’t be. You are carrying our baby Feyre.” They smiled then and looked down at her stomach, their hands stroking. “Our baby” she whispered.