A Court of Shorts and Storys

Goodnight Story

Rhys tells a bedtime story to Nyx, and reflects on his life. Just needed to write a sweet and calm one, the last few weeks have been a bit crazy for me, and wanted some father and son time between Rhys and Nyx to balance it out. 

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"It is time for you to go to bed." Rhys looked up to his mate, and Nyx that was in her arms. The 4 year old boy held on to her and digged his head into her neck.

"No." He said. Feyre shook her head. And Rhys saw how tired his mate was. Dark circles under her eyes, her hair a tangled mess, the slight glow from sweat on her forehead. He looked down to her belly, where there second child was growing. This time around it had taken a bigger tool on her to be pregnant. Or maybe it was the result of the four year old who refused to do as he was told.

"You know what Nyx, you and I can go up and I can read you a bedtime stroy." Rhys said, taking Nyx from Feyres arms. She let out a sigh of relief, and down the bond he felt how close she was to tears.

Go to sleep, I will take care of this. Rhys told her down the bond. He walked to Nyx own bedroom, placing him down. "Let's brush our teeth, and then jump into bed?" Nyx ran of, doing as his father said. Including jumping in the bed, his wings flaring out so he was souring for a moment before falling down. Rhys just chuckled at that and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do I need to sleep?" Nyx said and sat down too. "I don't what to sleep."

"We can try this, if you lay down and try to sleep, I can tell you the stroy of the Hunter and the Nightmare?" Nyx did just that, pulling the blanket over him, only to trow it of and taking of his pyjamas. Rhys just smiled, his son was so stubborn sometimes, just like him, just like Feyre.

"There was a Hunter that was walking in the forest on a cold winter day. She needed to get food for her family and she only had one arrow left." Rhys started, Nyx wide blue eyes looked at him as he spoke. "She killed a mighty wolf with that arrow. It gave her family food, and she could sell the skin for money, giving them new shoes and maybe, a little bit of paint. For the hunter, she loved painting."

"So do mom" Nyx said, interrupting Rhys stroy.

"Just like mom. But, sadly, the wolf had a friend that came for the hunter who had killed him." Nyx gasped.

"What did the friend do?" He asked. A hint of fear in his voice.

"The friend took the Hunter to his home, taking her from her family as a punishment. And there, she slowly started to fall in love in the wolfs friend. But the friends was not nice, he was a Beast and even if he tried to love her, he could only love parts of her." Rhys looked at Nyx. "You can never pick and choise what parts of a person you can love, if you like the good, you must face the bad. And even if the Beast loved the painting side of the Hunter, he didn't like her hunter side."

"Did... Did the Beast hurt her?" Nyx asked. Still a bit scared.

"No, he never did. But it came to the point where the Hunter loved the Beast more then the Beast loved the Hunter. And she fought for him in a way he never did for her. And that hurt her." Rhys swallowed. "At the same time, a Nightmare came, one that tried to guide her in her own despair. Even if she still loved the Beast, the Nightmare tried to become her friend, and slowly, the Hunter and the Nightmare became friends. It was not easily to like one that was meant to scare you, the hunter even threw a shoe at the Nightmare." Rhys held back a shuckle.

"Did... Did she stop loving the Beast?" He yawned and put his hands to his eyes. A sign that he was getting tired.

"Yes, over time she did, and she looked into the Nightmare, and saw someone that love every part of her, one that didn't pick or chose what parts to love. And she, she looked at the Nightmare and did the same. For even if she loved the Beast, there where part she could never love, but the Nightmare, she found love even in the darkness. There love broke worlds apart and pulled them back together again. They fought to there death to protect there worlds, and was rewarded with life again. And as their life moved on, they had a son, one that was the ultimate combination of there love. For they needed to fight of death again for him." Rhys voice wobbled. "And the Hunter loved her son, even when he is making her hunt him. She loves her Nightmare, for he is by her side. And the Nightmare loves his son even more. You know why?" Nyx eyes was closed, but he shook his head.

"For you can never pick and choise parts to love, and the Nightmare loves every part of his Son." Nyx had now fallen asleep, and Rhys kissed his forehead. Slowly getting up to leave the room. Finding his mate standing in the door.

"That was a very simplified way of telling our story." She just said and took his hand in hers.

"But it gets him to fall asleep everytime." Rhys said back giving her a kiss. "I told you to rest."

"You know, one day we will need to tell him the whole stroy, and not a simplified one." She just said back said, the two of them walking back to there own bedroom. Passing by the nursery that was prepared for the coming baby. "And then we will need to tell this one..." She placed his hand over her belly. Allowing for Rhys to feal the movements under her skin.

"That is on the future. Now, let's focus on sleep."

"I tried sleep, it is just so uncomfortable..." She mumbled back. "This little one just keeps on moving..."

"Maybe I can try telling this one a stroy." Rhys stroke his hand over her belly again.

"Any perticular you are thinking of?"

"Like the night this one was made."

"I think there ears are to young for that." She said back with a smile. That night had been a good one.

"Maybe, but it is a good story."

"I have a story." Feyre then said, the two of them laying down in bed. "There was once a girl, who had a very mean and annoying Teacher."

"You say?" Rhys said back. Snuggling closer to Feyre.

"Ooh yes, she even threw a shoe at him once. Can you imagine?" Rhys let out a laugh, smiling against her neck. "But, even if he was all of that, he was the one that gave her the biggest gifts in life." Feyre turned in his arms, or as much as she could do with her belly.

"He gave her the gift of reading." One kiss. "The gift of making her own choises, in a world where a girls life was determined from birth." Another kiss. "The gift of a safe home." She took his hand. "A family..." They stayed quiet for a moment.

"The Hunter showed the Nightmare that life was worth living..." He then said, placing his lips on her hand.

"She did?"

"Yes... And she made the Nightmare aware of how hard a shoe kan be."

"It was just a simple slipper." Feyre said back, her smile the best thing Rhys knew. "My Illyrian baby, was a slipper to hard for you?"

"Maybe... I can show you other things that are hard... But I think our little bump here is asleep now..." He placed his hand over her belly again. No hard or big movements. Just the light tingle of its heartbeat.

"Then maybe we shall sleep too..." Feyre placed her head in the cruck of his neck. "You where never a Nightmare. You where the fealing of waking up from one." Her words was just a whisper. Rhys held her closer, and soon sleep found him too. 

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I know, the last ones have been a bit short. But have not had any ideas that have become any long texts. Hope you like this one anyway! 

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