Rhys giving Nyx baby massage, prompt please????🥺🥺🥺
Here you are lovely!! A short little bit of Feysand & Baby Nyx fluff for your Sunday morning! Baby stuff is a little out of my element but I did my best and I hope you enjoy!!
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The morning sun was just peaking through the bedroom curtains when Feyre stirred from sleep. Subconsciously, comprised solely of habit, she turned to offer her mate a morning kiss before she rose to check on Nyx.
To her surprise, however, Rhys’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets long gone cold in his absence. So she took her time in stretching and shrugging on her dressing gown, assured in knowing Nyx was being looked after by his dad.
She found them in the sitting room, Nyx sprawled out on his back over a soft blanket, little wings splayed on either side of him. He was stripped to his nappy, babbling happily as his dad hovered over him, rubbing rhythmic circles into his chubby ankles.
Rhys hadn’t yet noticed Feyre hovering in the doorway. She stepped forwards, intending to greet him, but paused when he began speaking to Nyx.
“I know I don’t do this as well as mom does,” he said softly, voice flushed with warmth and just bordering on a coo. “But she’s been working so hard, I think we can both agree she deserves the morning off. Don’t you think so buddy?”
Feyre’s heart melted at the sweet sentiment, and even moreso when Rhys paused in his delicate massage to affectionately tap Nyx on the nose, sending him into a fit of gleeful, gurgling laughs. Her heart swelled at the sound, especially as Rhys chuckled under his breath.
“You’re such a mama’s boy,” he teased, resuming his meticulous stroking from thigh to ankle the way they’d been advised by Madja. “You and I have that in common. I love mommy, too. So we’re going to let her sleep in nice and late today, okay?”
She knew she was being a horrible snoop, but Feyre decided to step out of sight, covertly drinking in this wholesome moment between her husband and son.
Rhys moved onto Nyx’s belly, sweeping wide, soft circles there. Nyx had a tendency to fidget at this point in the massage, but Rhys kept him engaged by ducking his head to blow gentle raspberries over his belly button. Each time, Nyx descended into squealing laughter, his wings and arms flapping against the blanket in unfettered joy.
“Not too loud, little guy,” Rhys said through a grin, pressing a hushed finger to his lips. “You’ll wake up, mommy. And we don’t want that, do we?” he leaned closer, so that their noses touched. “Do we?”
Nyx only offered him a wide, toothless smile that never failed to turn both their hearts to mush, babbling joyful nonsense.
Rhys leaned back, smile just as wide. “You make an excellent point,” he said. “I see that you’re exceptionally skilled in the art of repartee. You take after your dad, in that regard.” While Nyx listened intently to him speak, Rhys took to ever so gently stretching each of Nyx’s little wings. “Although selfishly, I hope you end up much more like your mother. Kind and compassionate and wise. Gentle in the ways I am not. We’re so blessed to have her—which is why,” Rhys finished his massage and began buttoning Nyx into his onesie, “we’re going to make her breakfast in bed.”
Nyx began a kicking fuss at being dressed, eyes squeezing shut as he made little grunts of discomfort. “I know, I know,” Rhys cooed, lifting Nyx into his arms. He immediately settled, little face tucking into the crook of his dad’s neck, wings fluttering contentedly. “We’ll get you breakfast first, then we’ll make mommy some breakfast.”
Rhys rocked him soothingly as he stood, making his way towards the kitchen to fetch the breast milk they stored for when it was Rhysand’s turn to feed Nyx.
Feyre ducked back into their bedroom before she could be caught staring, heart feeling so full as she returned to bed. She tucked herself back in, deciding to wait patiently for her boys to come “wake her up”.
Within the hour, Rhys came in with Nyx in one arm, a breakfast tray in the other.
“Good morning, darling,” he whispered.
It certainly was.
