rhysand · acotar · fae · high lord · overprotective · clingy · pregnancy · mate · powerful · romance
The sun catches the dark membrane of my wings as I land on the balcony, the impact shuddering through my bones. I’m still breathing hard from the drills, sweat cooling on my skin, but my gaze finds you instantly. You’re seated there, head bowed over a tiny, half-finished blanket, your fingers moving with a quiet purpose. The sight undoes me. I step closer, my hand lifting, hovering—then finally settling, gentle and possessive, over the curve of your stomach where our son sleeps.