#rhyweek22

Feyre was dipping Nyx's baby feet into blue paint and quickly pressing them onto a canvas on her art studio's floor in the River House before Nyx started kicking.

"Need a little help there, darling?" Rhysand asked.

Feyre smiled and replied, "No, you snoop," while wiping away the residual paint on Nyx's feet. "Is everything going well with the meeting?"

"All is well, and we're almost done. I'll be home soon," he said as he watched his rascal of a son tugging Feyre's braid.

"Good," Feyre replied, gently prying Nyx's hand away from her hair and kissing the top of his head as he let go.

Rhysand returned his focus to the meeting, and when the Governors gave the last of their notes on the new shops opening in Velaris for the season, he thanked them for their good work and swiftly winnowed home to find Feyre and Nyx in the section of the sitting room made specifically for Nyx's growing needs.

Feyre was sitting cross-legged on the baby mat while watching Nyx play with stacking cups when Rhysand materialized in front of them. Nyx's eyes sparkled with starlight the moment he saw his father. "Ah Baaa" he babbled, abandoning his toys to crawl toward him.

"You're getting fast, Nyx," Rhysand said beaming, picking up his son and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"He is. You should have seen the panic he caused Cassian when he thought Nyx went missing only to find he had crawled under a chair when I left them together for a minute," Feyre said, standing up to greet her mate.

Rhysand laughed. "Such a troublemaker at heart, son," he said to Nyx before setting his eyes on his mate. "Hello, Feyre darling."

Feyre smiled widely at him, and he thought his heart would burst with joy when she said, "Welcome home, my love."

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