A Special Delivery Part 1
Part two
"Brother are you ok?” Cassian whispered to me.
I couldn’t formulate a response. Of course I wasn’t ok. Feyre had just gone into labor two months prematurely. We knew it would be a high risk pregnancy, for one she was fae and children did not peacefully exit the womb, they clawed their way out. In addition, she was carrying twins, with a hybridization of the power that Feyre and I shared. “Truly cauldron blessed,” Madja had stated in awe, only adding to the mirrored excitement that Feyre and I had in anticipation of adding to our inner circle.
I recognized the shift in Feyre’s body far before she had, sensing the addition of two spirits weaving their way into our bond. Whilst neither added any specific thoughts or feelings, each fetus had a signature feel and warmth to them that became soothing. “You’re pregnant!,” I had all but shouted down the bond, barely able to contain the child-like excitement bubbling through my very existence.
Winnowing instantly to her side, catching both of her cheeks between each of my hands. Tears were falling in rivers from both of our eyes, our smiles and laughter ringing through the streets of Velaris. “A baby,” she smiled, moving to place her hand where a bump would soon form. “Babies” I corrected, whilst removing a hand from her cheek and placing it upon her stomach. She lifted her eyes to pour into my very soul, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’.
“But-but how? I thought Fae babies were so rare as it was...but two?”
Chuckling lightly through the tears, I knelt to press a kiss to her already firming tummy. “Truly cauldron blessed, Feyre Darling.” Her shields practically crumbled under the flood of emotions threatening to dismantle her entirely. Standing to meet her gaze once again, I pulled her into a hug, my hands combing through the copious strands of hair on her head. “This,” I choked out, “is the greatest blessing you could have gifted me Feyre, apart from the honor of being your mate. I cannot express just how much I love you.”
We stayed this way for several minutes, clutching each other, before retiring to our shared bedroom to slowly make love until the stars had taken up their resting positions within the night sky.
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“Brother?” Cassian tried again, this time reverting to shaking my shoulders.
I had ventured downstairs from our bedroom to grab a bowl of boiling water as well as sterile rags for the delivery when I was intercepted by Cassian. Feyre continued to labor upstairs, her groans becoming increasingly pained and shrill.
“I will be, once they get here,” I stated, whilst attempting to balance the pot of water in one hand and a stack of linens in the other. I was visibly shaking I realized, the vibrations evident in the pot’s water line. I looked around the living room with a huff, the rest of my inner circle eyeing me with evident worry in their gazes. Mor was biting her nails, Azriel’s shadows were erratic, Nesta was brooding, and Elain was vacantly staring out the nearest window.
Cassian, the ever-confident commander, removed the pot from my hands and motioned toward the stairs. I obeyed, feeling more sturdy with only linens now under my jurisdiction. “She needs you to be strong for her Rhys,” he stated. “She’s struggling I’m sure but she won’t show it, as I’m sure you know, but be strong for her.” We had reached the door at this point, and I was feeling considerably more steady. Removing the pot from Cassian, I took a deep breath and entered our bedroom. Madja was readying what appeared to be birth certificates in a darkened corner of the room, her withered gaze tired and thankful.
Placing the pot and linens on a nearby setèe, I resumed my spot by Feyre’s head, smoothing back the sweaty and matted hair coating her forward. Her breathing was labored and inconsistent, and her eyes were clenched in pain as she rode out the current contraction.
“Rhys?” She questioned, her voice a strained whisper.
“Yes, love?” I asked, rubbing soothing circles over her shoulders.
“I-I can’t do this...I just-” her statement was caught off with a groan as she was met with another wave of pain, which was evident through the bond. Cassian was right, she was struggling.
“Feyre you listen to me right now,” I declared, gripping her hand tighter. “You can’t give up, these babies are so ready to meet you. You’ve carried them for so long Feyre, they’re a part of you. It’ll be worth it when we get to hold our little stars for the first time.”
Getting up from her seat in the corner, Madja made to move toward us, her hand coming to rest on my mates’ shoulder. “I think you could use a little confidence boost, my dear. What do you say we check your progress?” Huffing in agreement, Feyre shifted so her feet rested below her bottom, and her knees were bent skyward. Feyre had been laboring for the past eight hours with little to no progress, seeming to only progress a centimeter every 2-3 hours. Her frustration and discouragement flowed through the bond is waves, a force I met with soothing strokes.
Madja moved to my mates bottom-half while I climbed in bed behind her so she could use my body as a backrest. Leaning into me immediately, I heard her yelp in pain as Madja lifted the blanket begin to check her progress. Finishing, Madja lowered the bed sheet and smiled, a look of determination plastered on her features. “Are you ready to meet your children, High Lady?”
