It was a rare moment of peace for our beloved royal couple. With a small ball of joy gracing their lives now, and all the royal duties they have, they barely had a moment to spare for themselves. They left Nyx with his aunts and uncles, while they retreated to the cabin in mountains. 

After staying up the whole night due to feral sex, they were now lying in the grass. Feyre's head rested in a spot between Rhys' neck and shoulder, as she breathed in the scent of her mate. 

"Look, that cloud looks like a bunny," Rhys whispered in her ear.

Feyre looked up and followed the direction of his gaze. Her smile grew bigger. 

"And that one looks like a bird," she said softly pointing to another cloud. 

Feyre sits up and continues naming all the different shapes of clouds. Rhys is still lying on his back, left arm under his head, as he watches his mate. She was absolutely stunning, and breathtaking. Each day he falls in love with her even more. He doesn't forget to thank the Cauldron and the Mother for saving his mate. He doesn't forget what Nesta did. 

He can't help the smile that dances on his lips as he sees his mate shining with happiness and joy. Motherhood fits her marvelously. 

Feyre finally realizes he is watching her, so she turns around to face her mate. Her eyebrows rise in question. 

"Thought for thought, my love?" She smiles softly at him as he takes her hand in his.

"I'm just thinking how I got blessed with such a beautiful mate. I'm thinking about how thankful I am to have you in my life, and how thankful I am for the son that you gave me. You saved me, Feyre darling, more than you'll ever know." He kisses the inside of her palm. 

"You talk about me saving you, but you saved me, Rhys. You saved me from me, from the worst parts of myself. You've seen the worst of me, yet you loved me despite that. I will be forever grateful to whatever brought us together. I would go through all of that again and again if it meant in the end I will be right here, in your arms, blessed with the most amazing family." She squeezes his hand.

Rhys pulls himself up and kisses her passionately. The mating bond was dancing around them again and again, connecting their souls more deeply than ever before. All emotions they couldn't voice, now floated between and around them. Love. Desire. Lust. Need. Joy. Happiness. Calm. Home. Peaceful. Safe. Understanding. Support. Strength. Hope. Pride. 

Feyre always dreamed of seeing her sisters getting married, taking care of her father, and painting whenever she could. It was what she wanted for herself, the furthest she would allow herself to dream. She got so much more than what she ever dared to dream of. She has her loving mate, her lovely child, her chosen family, her sisters, and painting. Although her father wasn't here, she knew he would be proud and happy for her. She got more than she deserved, she got what she desperately needed.