More than the stars

Hi guys! I just wanted to thank you all so so so much for 100k on this fanfic! It honestly means the world to me and I'm literally still in awe.

So to celebrate I thought I'd give y'all some cute Inner Circle family time because who doesn't love them? Also featuring some Feysand babies aaa.... 

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(Third person POV )

"Everyone be quiet. Art is asleep."

A loud groan. "Art is such a baby."

Amara, sprawled out on Cassian's lap, shut her mouth with one look from her Uncle Az.

"At least he's not a loudmouth," Cassian retorted to the eight year old sitting in his lap. 

"Daaaad," Amara whined, looking to her father who was sitting in an armchair across the room, holding his mate in his arms.

Rhysand turned his  head to Cassian. "Lay off my daughter," he said jokingly. 

Amara was practically a cloned copy of her father, what with her midnight locks and violet eyes. Her twin, Artemis, fast asleep with his head laying on his Uncle Az's lap, possessed the same dark curls, but his eyes were a crushing blue, a mixture between his father's violet eyes and his mother's blue-grey eyes, just as the Carver had appeared. 

The High Lord and Lady of the Night Court had been in awe, but overjoyed when Madja had broken the news to them that they were expecting not one baby, but two. 

"Darling, you have to be up early in the morning if you want to train with your third favourite Illyrian." A cry of outrage from said Illyrian. "Do you want to go to bed now?" Rhysand asked Amara carefully, knowing how she always threw a fit over the same thing every night. 

"Auntie Mor and Mommy are taking me shopping after I train with Uncle Cass," Amara declared in a sophisticated tone just like her charming father, forgoing his question completely. She no doubt would want to go into the Rainbow. She had developed a love for art just like her mother, although she wasn't very good at it just yet. 

Mor squawked from where she was nestled on the couch between Cassian and Azriel. "Dear, how many times have I told you not to call me Auntie? Old age hasn't taken me just yet."

Azriel choked on air, while his brothers burst into laughter. Amren got up, busying herself with heaving on her giant, fluffy white coat, as she muttered, "She says, even though she's been living for over five centuries now."

Mor fixed Amren with a glare. "Let's not get into how old you are now, shall we Amren?"

The High Lord's Second just smirked, her silver eyes flashing, making Mor shudder. "I'm going to check everything's in order in the city before I go home."

Rhysand only inclined his head in approval and gratitude, as Cassian called out, "Hurry now, Amren. We wouldn't want little Varian getting his poor knickers into a twist."

Amren hissed at the Illyrian over her shoulder as she left through the door.

Amara laughed, stretching her arms out wide above her head, hitting Cassian in the face. "You know what? I think I am tired now. You guys talk about such old people boooring things."

Feyre laughed, sounding just like her daughter as she carefully removed herself from Rhysand's lap as she stood up, hands resting over her swollen stomach. "Amara's right. My third child will go crazy from your guys' bickering before he's even out of the womb."

Rhysand joined his mate, encasing her hands in his on her stomach as he pressed a light kiss to her temple. "She."

Feyre glared at Rhys. "He. I want another boy, to join my perfect Artemis."

Rhys grumbled something about having all girls as Feyre smiled fondly at her son, gently taking the sleeping figure from Az's arms. 

"Careful, darling," Rhys said in a concerned tone, eyeing his pregnant mate wearily, even as he obeyed her silent order to pick up his daughter. 

"Say goodnight, honey," Feyre said to Amara. 

"'Night Uncle Cass, Uncle Az..." A long yawn, "Auntie Mor."

The three murmured their replies as they also got ready to head to their own rooms in the riverfront estate. No sign of Elain or Nesta.

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(Feyre POV )

I reached the stairs when I realised that there was no way I would be able to carry Amara up as well as the heavy 8 month old in my stomach. I was just so sick of Rhysand's extremely overprotective behaviour when I got pregnant. He had been even more on edge this time around because I had miraculously managed to get pregnant just eight years after having the twins, which in itself were so rare amongst Fae. 

I turned back helplessly to my mate. "Ok, you were right," I reluctantly admitted.

The prick smirked at me before turning to the half-asleep girl in his arms, softly brushing her dark hair back from her face. "Alright, Missy. You're going to have to brave the stairs yourself today," he joked, about to set her down.

"Nooo," Amara wailed, latching her arms tighter around Rhys's neck and burying her face in his shoulder. 

Rhys patted her head, "Darling, it was different when you were both little babies."

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm carrying two children here, so I don't see why you can't," I said sweetly to my mate, gesturing to my belly.

Rhys narrowed his eyes at me, his eyes glinting wickedly. Is that a challenge, Feyre Darling?

I rolled my eyes, and planted a kiss on Art's rosy cheek before practically shoving him into Rhys' arms. He quickly shifted Amara to one arm, and steadied Artemis in the other. 

He sniffled, looking at the two children in his arms, one clinging on tightly with her head buried in his neck; the other hanging limply with his flushed cheek resting on Rhys's shoulder, his dark hair tousled. "My babies are getting so big."

Amara and I managed a look at one another, both rolling our eyes. "Drama Queen."

Like Mother, like Daughter.

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(Rhysand POV )

When I had tucked Amara in and smoothed the hair back from her forehead, I settled beside her side of the bed to tell her her bedtime story.

She held my hand in her small one, playing with my fingers. 

"What story tonight, love?" I asked.

She shut her eyes. "A good one," she replied simply. As usual.

I cleared my throat, speaking softly so as not to wake Artemis, who Feyre was gently rocking in her arms on the other side of the large bed. "Once upon a time, there lived a princess, she lived happily ever after, the end."

Amara's eyes snapped open almost instantly, and she glared at me with those beautiful eyes of hers before shutting them again. 

I chuckled. "Okay...Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess, she lived happ-"

"Daaaadd!"

Feyre looked at me over Artemis' curly head with a small smile playing on her lips. Behave. 

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Hmm, do you want to know about Bryaxis?" 

"The creature that lives under the Library?" Asteria asked me innocently.

I tilted my head. "Wait, how do you...?"

Feyre came over with Artemis still in her arms and sat beside me, stroking Amara's hair back fondly even as she tried to look mad. "You're a naughty girl, Asteria Amara. You went down there, didn't you?"

Amara avoided both of our gazes, fiddling with my mating band on my ring finger. "I didn't mean to, I swear. Besides, Art dared me."

I pinched my temples between my thumb and forefinger. Our kids were growing up too fast for me even to keep up, on top of our duties of running this court. 

"We're not talking anymore on this subject right now, okay?" I settled. "I don't want you getting any nightmares." 

Amara looked up at me hopefully through wide eyes framed by her long curling lashes. She looked so much my sister that it hurt. "Do I still get a story?" The cheek.

"Ha, nope," I said. "That was your story. Don't ever go down to the bottom of the Library ever again."

"But Mommy goes down there," Amara retorted. 

Feyre furrowed her brows beside me, still stroking Amara's silky hair. "Who told you that, honey?"

Amara shrugged, snuggling her delicate figure into her mother's touch. "Uncle Cass."

"Uncle Cass tells you too much sometimes," I muttered, shifting closer to Feyre to press a kiss to Art's small forehead. 

I set the curtains closing and the faelights dimming in their bowls with a small wave of my power as Feyre softly murmured to Amara. 

"But I want a story," Amara let out. 

"You don't love me," she said, eyes wide, bottom lip quivering. 

My heart cracked in my chest even if I knew the kid was just saying things to get attention. I gathered my little girl into my arms without a thought and cradled her to my chest. 

"We love you more than the stars, my darling, more than the entire universe. More than life itself -" I broke off, not able to find words that could possibly convey the meaning. 

Feyre reached for my hand, taking it in hers and holding it tightly. I shot my mate a grateful smile, always thankful that I had her in my life. 

Amara reached up her small arms to pull my head down to her level as she tugged on my hair, something that she had always found enjoyment in doing since she was a baby. "I didn't really mean it Daddy," she said, cuddling into my chest. 

I stroked a hand through her dark locks. "You're lucky you didn't, or I might have accidentally admitted to you that I love Artemis more -" I didn't even get to finish my sentence as a small fist hit me in the chest with surprising force. 

I laughed. "All the females in my life always against me. What am I to do?" I gently rubbed Feyre's swollen belly. "You two watch, my baby girl to-be will be on my side."

"Boy," Feyre remarked in a pointed manner.

"Girl."

Amara yawned. "Boy."

I sighed, shaking my head. "And you say I'm insufferable."

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Ayesha xoxox