a year later
Feyre sat in the nursery, silently watching Sebastian play and crawl around. He's getting so big, She whispered down the bond. She felt a surge of happiness and pride float down the bond a moment later. Rhys has been away for the past few days, staying in the Summer Court. He had plans to rebuild their relations, especially what happened a few summers ago. Rhys didn't think sending someone over there to start rebuilding would be the best approach to the current situation, so he took it upon himself to carry the weight. He'd even told Feyre to stay home, and that even though she was High Lady, if he was gone, he'd only trust her to run things while he was gone.

I'll be home tomorrow darling, don't worry. He said down the bond. Feyre sighed and picked Sebastian up. She walked out of the nursery and carried him to the kitchen and sat him on his stool. Elain walked in only moments later and picked him up.

"Oh he's going to be a heartbreak, Feyre! He's so handsome. He looks just like his dad!" Elain exclaimed, swinging him through the air. "Haha, I know Elain." Feyre sighed, looked at her sister. Even though Feyre was the youngest, sometimes she felt like the oldest.

Elain set Sebastian down, and looked at Feyre. "Sister, why are you cooking when you know the twins could just do it for you?" She asked, curiousness lining her words. "Oh I know, I know. It's just it relieves the stress from when Rhys is gone." Feyre placed a pot of water on the stove, turning the burner on high. "And since going out on the steppes to hunt with the boys is frowned upon for a High Lady, this is turning out to be an excellent substitute."

Feyre turned to her sister, then glanced to the already simmering water. "I'm going to use the restroom. Will you please watch over Bash while i'm gone? I don't want him to get hurt." Elain gave her sister an exasperated look. "Like I'd let anything hurt my sweet nephew." Feyre smiled and mumbled her thanks and left the kitchen.

She walked through the parlor to the nearest bathrooms when she glanced over to the wall of windows that lined a portion of the room. one of the windows that led out to a balcony was open, the curtain blowing slightly from the window that was blowing outside. Feyre frowned and hesitantly walked closer. These windows were never opened. "Is anyone there?" She half whispered, half called out. No one answered.

Feyre wandered out onto the balcony, looking behind the two massive pillars that were on opposing sides. Nothing. Huh. That was weird.

Feyre walked back inside, starting for the bathroom when she heard a loud bang come from the kitchen. A few seconds later, a high pitched scream came from the same direction. Fear raced through Feyre's body as she silently sent a prayer to anyone who was listening and bolted straight for the kitchen.

Seconds later, Feyre appeared in the kitchen, looking pissed as hell. She ran to Bash, who was rolling around on the ground, smiling. A twinge of anger pained her heart. She looked around and everything was fine, except for the fact that Elain was gone. She was missing.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist. She opened her mouth to scream when a hand shot to her mouth. Feyre was about so fight, run, anything to get away when she stilled all over. She took a deep breath in and collapsed. Rhys pulled her in right and laughed.

"Oh Rhys! You scared me! I thought you weren't going to be back for a few days." Rhys let out a low chuckle. "I'm sorry for frightening you. Your sister is fine; she's in the other room. She was scared just the same." He laughed, more to himself.

Feyre pulled Rhys in to another tight hug and pulled away. He looked into her eyes and pulled her into a slow, intense kiss. Even thought it had been a few days, it felt like it had been years. He stood and helped her up, without breaking the kiss. His hands ran up her body and she let out a low moan.

Rhys continued to run his hands up her body when he heard loud sizzling coming from the other side of the kitchen. The water was boiling over the top. Feyre let go of her mate and quickly rushed to lift the pot off the burner. She looked back at Rhys and gave him a sheepish grin. "I'll finish this later."

Rhys was admiring his mate when he felt a tug at his pants. Bash looked up at him and smiled.  His dad reached down and picked him up, smiling as well. Feyre looked at them both and saw how much joy he brought his father and serendipity coursed through her body. Feyre walked over to where Rhys was laughing and spinning their son.

Feyre grabbed Rhys' arm and winnowed to the nursery, their son in tow. She lifted him out of Rhys' arms and placed him in his black, onyx crib. The nursery wasn't that big and the walls were covered in grey and a changing table sat in one corner while the crib sat in another. There was a tiny balcony that rested outside the window with a tiny table and two chairs. Bash yawned wide and looked at his dad with his blue almost purple eyes, and fell asleep upon contact with his blanket, which was now bunched up under his head.

"Goodnight little man." Rhys whispered, even though it was 8 and the sun was just now starting to set.

Feyre placed a hand on Rhys' face, turning him to her. "I missed you so much." She said quietly. Rhys' answer was good enough. He winnowed them back to their room, which was just right down the hall. The familiarity of it, hit him like a stone. He grabbed Feyre's arm and silently tugged her towards their bed.

He stopped a few feet away, turning to face her.  Rhys took one look at his mate and saw the question is her eyes. Are you back for good this time? The days apart felt like an eternity but he only nodded. Feyre let out the breath of air she appeared to be holding and touched Rhys' cheek.

Rhys gave her s devilish grin and kissed her deeply. More intense and more passionate than the one from the kitchen. Feyre let out a low moan and with the snap of his wrist, their clothes were gone. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed.

Rhys set her down gently and quickened the kiss, his hands roaming everywhere they could in that moment. Please, Feyre murmured down  the bond. Rhys obliged her. He lowered himself down and feasted upon her until her was shaking and half sobbing from pleasure. For the next hour or two, Rhys worshipped his mate, loving her the only way he knew he could.