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Feyre sat on the carpet in the living room, cross-legged and all kinds of toys scattered around her. Nyx sat on his blanket, scowling and throwing yet another toy away. He was in a bad mood that day, frustrated most of all. It's been almost two hours that they sat there like this but nothing kept his attention for longer than two minutes until he got bored and threw it away. She had tried to enthusiastically convince him every time, which brightened his mood only for a short time.
He wasn't hungry, she had already tried to feed him and his diaper was changed, too. He even did his nap but still he was frustrated and in a bad mood the entire day.
Sighing, she was looking for some building blocks but she couldn't find them in the chaos all around the room. "Did you see your building blocks, honey?" she asked Nyx in a playful voice, picking up stuffed animals to no success. Nyx pointed his hand to something beside Feyre, "There!"
"Where?" Feyre asked, moving around all the toys, not finding it.
"There!" Nyx squeaked, jumping up and down. Feyre raised her hands, looking to where Nyx pointed. "There!" he squeaked again, giggling. She followed his line of sight, finally finding the building blocks but she didn't pick them up. This was the first giggle she got out of Nyx today, maybe she could stretch it a little longer. Purposely looking in the other direction, she shrugged, "I can't find them, Nyx!"
"There, Mama!" he said, smiling brightly, pointing to where the blocks are.
"Hmm," she tapped a finger on her chin, "Where could they be?"
She felt her powers prowling beneath her skin and when she turned her head and Nyx fell into a fit laughter she knew eine of the building blocks was shivering just over shoulder, a gift from the High Lord of Day. Feyre threw her hands up in feigned frustration, "I don't know!" Nyx's eyes followed the block right a over Feyre's head.
"There!" he giggled, his little legs kicking in excitement.
She looked up, the block disappearing right in time. Nyx gasped in surprise and when she looked back at him, she knew the block was right back above her as he laughed again.
"Where, Nyx? Are you tricking me? Are you tricking mommy?" she asked him, the block now resting beside her again.
He giggled louder and pointed behind her, in a wholly different direction from where the toy was. "Da!" he squealed.
"Da?" Feyre asked, picking her son up. He continued to happily make "Da!" noises as she tried to sit him on her lap but he stretched his legs through. "Would you rather stand? Amazing Nyxie!" she said in a high pitched voice and kissed his cheek.
"Dada!" he squealed.
Feyre frowned as she held Nyx, who tried to jump up and down. "Dada isn't home yet," she told him. Nyx grunted, getting frustrated again. "I miss him too, baby. Don't tell him that, it's going to get to his head."
"Dada," Nyx said.
Feyre sighed, standing up and rested Nyx on her hip, "He's home soon," she told him as Nyx rested his head on her shoulder and turned around, "How about we-" Feyre winced, a noise leaving her that's something between a gasp and a scream and pressed Nyx closer to her. Her hand rested in her heart after a moment of shock, "How long have you been standing there?"
Rhys laughed out loud, pushing off the threshold, "I better not tell you, not that it gets to my head." he smirked.
Feyre felt heat rising to her cheeks, cursing herself for still having this much of a reaction to Rhys's antics. Rolling her eyes, she stalked past him, "It was just the truth."
He chuckled, stepping in their way and stopping Feyre again. "It's also nice to see you my beautiful, incredible mate." he took Nyx from Feyre's arms when Nyx leaned over, stretching his own arms for Rhys, who kissed the top of his head. "How's the morning sickness?"
"Well, I'm still nauseous," Feyre told him, linking their arms and leading him to the backyard for Nyx to play there, "I did not throw up though! Yet." her other hand rested on the swell of her stomach. "He, or she, isn't making it easy for mommy." she said more to the little being growing inside of her than to Rhys.
He smiled brightly, "I'm sure it's a girl."
Feyre hummed, "We'll see." Since they found out Feyre was pregnant again, Rhys insisted that it was a girl, and didn't doubt it for one moment. Feyre was happy as long as it would be healthy, and an uncomplicated birth. That's all she needed to be happy. Rhys squeezed her hand, knowing where Feyre's thoughts drifted off to.
She had Rhys on her side, and her son. Soon their family would grow again. She was happy and thankful for the future to come.