NINE MONTHS LATER
I cradled our child in my arms, tears dripping down may face as I cried, my whole body trembling with exhaustion and joy.
Rhys's hand shook as he gently ran a finger down his little, delicate cheek. He blinked open violet eyes, staring up at us with curiosity.
I laughed, pressing my sweaty forehead to Rhys's. "He's beautiful," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my chapped lips.
This... this is why I fight. For him. For Rhys. For Mor and Cassian and Azriel and Amren. For Nesta and Elain and everyone I care about.
"Do you have a name in mind?" he whispered, his voice tender and loving.
I'd had an idea in my head for the last nine months. "Aidan," I said, my voice croaky.
"Its perfect," he replied with a gentle smile, pressing a feather-soft kiss to our son's head. I smiled, the sight breaking and healing my heart all at once.
Aidan would be our son's name, for I had learnt it meant something special in the old language.
It meant fireheart.
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A Court of Smoke and Moonlight
Fanfiction~THIRD BOOK IN MY TOG/ACOTAR SERIES~ Feyre and Aelin return to Prythian for one final battle; against the Valg king, Mantyx. Bryce Quinlan and Hunt Athalar had helped them find a weapon, vital in their fight. Now, they must utilise what has been giv...
