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queen-archeron · 6 years

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When The Time Is Right

This fic is for @foxboylucien - I’m your Secret Cupid (even though you knew that haha).

For personal reasons, as you know, I couldn’t have this up on Valentine’s Day and the following week or so was pretty tough outside Tumblr. But I finally got around to finishing this fic and I’m so sorry if the ending is pretty rough because that part I worked on after Valentine’s Day. But other than that I really hope you enjoy and thank you so much for understanding and being there when I need you ❤︎

And thank you @rowaelinsmut for beta reading this last minute💕

(Also I couldn’t find the pic I wanted so I just went with clocks lol)

Time seemed to still as Feyre sat in the sitting room at the House of Wind, patiently waiting for Madja to return with the results of her test. She knew that she should be preparing herself for the good news and the bad news, but she had hope this time. She had been feeling dizzy and had even thrown up the previous night, and even though those were normally bad things, in her situation they were good.

Madja emerged from the hall and kept a straight face, just like she did every time Feyre summoned her for this reason. As she got closer, Feyre noticed that her eyes, which had been bright with joy before were now dim, and all hope was lost at her next words.

“I’m sorry, my Lady,” Madja murmured, and Feyre looked down with a frown. Her chest seemed to tighten as she tried to fight tears but it was hopeless. She felt like everything was hopeless at this point.

“The dizziness is most likely from dehydration, and the vomiting could be a number of things. You’ve been stressed,” Madja explained, but Feyre shook her head.

“Be honest,” she sighed, eyes silver-lined as looked up at Madja. “Do we have any chance?”

The healer thought for a few moments before smiling softly. She reached out and took both of Feyre’s hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“I think that you have a chance, but the time may not be right. The Mother has a plan for everyone, and she’s just waiting for the perfect opportunity.”

Feyre sniffed and brought one of her hands up to wipe away a tear. “How do I tell Rhys? He’s wanted this even longer than I have and it’s bringing us both down. He’s losing hope.”

Madja released Feyre’s hand and rested one of her own on Feyre’s shoulder. “You tell him that when the time comes it will happen, and I know that it will.”

Feyre smiled at the healer once more before stepping away. “I should get back to the townhouse before Rhys leaves for training.”

Madja bowed and gave the High Lady of the Night Court a warm smile. With that, Feyre summoned her wings and walked outside, jumping from the balcony and heading home.

When she landed on the balcony of her and Rhysand’s bedroom, she spotted him fastening a dagger into place on his leathers and he glanced up at her arrival. His smile made her heart break, and she decided she shouldn’t wait to tell him.

“I went to Madja,” she said quietly as she entered the bedroom. Rhys’s attention shot to her and his eyes were filled with hope, but also worry. It was the same look he got every time she came back from her check-ups for the past fifty years.

“And?”

She sat at the edge of the bed and frowned at the ground, unable to make eye contact with her mate as she delivered the bad news.

“I’m not pregnant.”

He was quiet for a few moments, and Feyre knew that another shred of hope had withered within him because it had withered for her too. She tried to convince herself that Madja was right, that she had to be patient and wait for the right time, but it had been over fifty years. Waiting that long probably felt like nothing for Rhys, but for Feyre, it felt like forever.

“Hey,” Rhys murmured when he noticed her expression. Her eyes had begun burning again and she couldn’t help the dry sob that escaped her. Rhys was there in an instant, gathering her into his arms and squeezing tightly as she cried into his leathers.

“It’s never going to happen, Rhys,” she whimpered, shoving her face further into his chest. “I’m so sorry that this is happening. I’m so sorry that—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Rhys growled, and she looked up at him through tears to see his eyes filled with sorrow and longing. “You have done nothing wrong. This isn’t something we can control.”

She shook her head and turned away from his arms to walk across the room. She felt ashamed that she wasn’t able to bring him a child, the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world. They had spoken about it for decades, and Feyre had stopped taking a tonic half a century ago, but it seemed useless.

“I want to be a mother,” she breathed, and at the declaration, something in her chest eased. She took a deep breath and looked back at her mate. Training had started but he didn’t seem phased and instead watched her carefully.

“We can’t lose hope,” he stated, walking up to her and kissing her forehead gently. “We keep trying, and if we have to wait, we wait. In the end, it will be worth it. Our child will be worth it.”

She nodded and hugged him again, savoring his warmth, his scent. Waiting seemed like the worst idea, but she had to...they had to. She replayed his words over and over in her head for hours long after Rhys finally left for training.

Our child will be worth it.

“I swear all those bats do is train,” muttered Nesta.

Feyre chuckled and took another sip of her drink. She and her sisters had agreed to have lunch at Rita’s for some quality time together, especially after they discovered Feyre’s unfortunate news. Elain wanted to be an aunt more than anything and she was almost as anxious as Rhys was.

“Weren’t you supposed to train, too?” Feyre asked Nesta, raising a brow.

Nesta’s cheeks turned red and she cleared her throat. “Um, I can’t train.”

Feyre and Elain waited for her to continue, and Nesta’s eyes moved to the ground a few feet from the table. “I also can’t really walk—”

Elain scrunched up her face in disgust and Feyre shut her eyes. “You and Cassian are gross.”

Nesta only shrugged and took another sip from her glass. Feyre was happy that her sisters had finally found peace after the war. It had taken time, but now the Inner Circle called them family and they fit in almost as perfectly as she did.

Elain giggled from beside Feyre but suddenly froze, her eyes glazing over. Nesta set her glass on the table and furrowed her brows. “Is it a vision?”

Elain nodded and closed her eyes as she leaned into Feyre. Her hands were shaking slightly and Feyre was preparing to summon Azriel when her sister finally gasped and opened her eyes again. Feyre and Nesta looked at her expectantly, waiting to hear what Elain had seen.

“Feyre,” Elain whispered, her eyes sparkling. She turned to look at both of them and said, “We should all go out to lunch in two weeks.”

Nesta gave Feyre a look of concern and grabbed Elain’s hand from across the table. “Are you alright?”

Elain nodded and then smiled. “We need to have lunch in two weeks.”

Feyre nodded in agreement, though a part of her wanted to push for more information. Elain would normally tell them what she saw, but this time that sparkle in her eye told Feyre to be patient.

“It was nothing bad,” Elain reassured as she saw Nesta’s worry written plainly across her face. “It was good actually. Very good.”

Feyre sighed in relief and took Elain’s free hand in her own. Their waitress arrived at the table with their meals, and they spent the rest of the afternoon gossiping and laughing.

TWO WEEKS LATER

“I don’t want to go,” Feyre mumbled into her pillow.

Rhys chuckled softly and pulled her closer so he could kiss her forehead. “If you don’t go then we’ll never know.”

She groaned and buried her face against his shoulder in protest. It was early morning and she had promised him yesterday that she would go see Madja again, even though every part of her thought it was a bad idea. She didn’t want to get her hopes up yet again only to have them destroyed.

Rhys pulled back the sheets and slid out of bed, stretching his wings as far as he could without knocking anything over. Feyre smiled softly and finally rolled out of bed, heading to her closet to put on a loose sundress.

“I don’t think I can handle hearing her say no again,” she breathed as she tied the dress around her waist. Rhys entered the closet, already dressed in his leathers and slid his arms around her waist.

“Don’t think like that,” he grumbled, resting his chin on her shoulder. “If she says no it won’t be the end of the world. We just need to keep trying, and you know, Feyre Darling, just how much I love trying.”

She chuckled and turned in his arms to catch him winking. “I love you,” she murmured and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

His eyes lit up at her words and he grinned. “I love you, too.”

With that, she winnowed out of the closet and directly to the House of Wind where Madja was waiting in the sitting room. The healer rose to her feet when she spotted the High Lady and she bowed.

“Are you ready, my Lady?”

Feyre wanted to say no, but she nodded her head regardless of her hesitations and stepped forward. “Let’s get this over with.”

Even after convincing herself to give up hope, Feyre still managed to feel anxious as she waited for Madja. Her heart was racing and her feet were impatiently tapping against the floor as if it would somehow make time move faster.

Madja appeared from around the corner and Feyre didn’t bother checking the look in her eyes. She stood from the couch and released a long breath of air, mentally preparing herself to be disappointed again.

The healer reached out and took Feyre’s hand in her own, squeezing gently. Finally, Feyre looked at her face and froze when she saw Madja’s huge grin.

“Congratulations, my Lady,” she murmured, and Feyre released a breathless laugh. Her eyes filled with tears and before Madja had time to react Feyre lunged forward and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you,” she breathed, pulling away and trying not to jump up and down with joy.

Madja nodded and pointed outside. “You have someone to tell.”

Feyre’s smile widened and she winnowed away without a second thought.

“Rhys?” She called as she made her way up the stairs in the townhouse.

“Up here!”

She followed his voice to their bedroom, where Rhys was removing his boots at the edge of the bed.

She tried keeping her features neutral, but when Rhys finally glanced up at her, she couldn’t hold back her smile any longer. His breath hitched and he dropped the dagger he was holding onto the floor.

“Feyre…”

She nodded because she knew what he was asking. He didn’t want to get his hopes up just because she looked happy.

“I’m pregnant,” she grinned, and within seconds he had her in his arms, spinning her around as he laughed and cried all at once. Her hands wove into his hair and she held him against her as she claimed his lips with her own.

“Finally,” he breathed, and she nodded again.

“Finally.”

He pulled her back into a hug and she squeezed him tight enough to cause pain, but if he noticed he didn’t care. Right now, she didn’t care about anything other than her mate.

She opened her eyes and recalled Elain’s words from two weeks before. Her sister had known what was coming, and Feyre released a breathless chuckle as she clutched Rhys even tighter. They were finally going to have a child.

#my writing #queen archeron fic #secret cupid #the thirteen #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #feyre x rhysand #feysand fluff #acotar #acomaf #acowar

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