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snelbz · 6 years ago

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The Arrival {ACOTAR 2nd Gen - Part 1}

A/N: Surprise! @tacmc and I didn’t even tell you this one was in the works. The idea popped into our heads and we both fell head over heels in love with it! It will be based around a long weekend away from Velaris. Each “chapter” will cover a day. We hope you enjoy it and if you have any questions about the kids, please feel free to drop an ask in either of our boxes!

Cassian climbed out of the truck and slammed the door, taking a deep breath as he looked out over the lake.

This long weekend away from the hustle and bustle of Velaris was exactly what Nesta needed and he heard his very pregnant wife groan as she lowered herself from the passenger side cab.

“Uncle Cass!”

He turned just in time to catch the little girl that jumped at him, hoisting her up and propping her on his hip. “Luna-Bug!”

“Hi!” She tossed an arm around his neck, squeezing as tightly as she said. “Uncle Rhys told me to tell you he needs your help on the dock when you get here.”

“Well since I have the boat, I guess I need to do that, don’t I?”

Luna nodded, excitedly. “Can I come with you?”

“Of course,” he laughed, kissing her forehead before setting her down. He looked back to where Nesta was fanning herself next to the truck. “Doing okay, sweetheart?”

Nesta gave him a glare that could destroy cities. “Thorn? Can you and John take our bags inside, please? I’m going to go find your aunts.”

Thorn nodded, taking a duffle bag out of the bed and throwing it at John, who fell down from the impact. Nesta couldn’t even take a step toward him before he was on his little feet, charging for his big brother.

Cassian just chuckled and looked back to Luna. “Boys.”

Luna rolled her eyes as if to say, Tell me about it.

“John!” His youngest son paused, looking back over his shoulder. “Don’t even think about it. Thorn,” he pointed at his eldest son, the spitting image of himself. Mischief danced in the blue-gray eyes he’d inherited from his mother. “Don’t be an ass.”

Luna gasped and covered her mouth. “Uncle Cass, that’s a bad word!”

He laughed and started heading for the lakehouse, the front door swung open wide to let the heat in. “Don’t tell your mommy I said it and I’ll give you an extra one of Aunt Nesta’s brownies after dinner.”

Luna’s eyes went wide. “Ooooh yummy.”

Azriel was standing in the kitchen, taking everything out of the fridge that he would need to start grilling. A 6-month-old Lannan was strapped to his chest in a carrier, little feet kicking wildly. Luna began squirming until Cassian put her down.

“Daddy! Uncle Cass is here!”

Azriel turned around, only to have Luna run into his leg with a big hug. She reached up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to baby Lannan. “Hi, baby brother.”

Lannan giggled and tangled his fingers into Luna’s dark hair.

“OW!” she screamed.

Azriel sighed, untangling his infant’s fingers from his eldest child’s hair.

“Hi,” he laughed, meeting Cassian’s gaze. “You’re needed-.”

“Dock? Yeah, so I’m told,” he said, narrowing his eyes at Luna, who stuck out her tongue and ran out the back door, toward the lake.

He ruffled his hand through his brother’s hair (much to Azriel’s dismay as he whispered “Prick,” under his breath) and pressed a kiss to the top of his nephew’s head and headed for the door. “Cass?”

He turned and looked back towards the kitchen. Azriel tossed him a beer. “Here’s to a good, long weekend. You’re going to need that.”

He saluted him and cracked the top, following the sound of giggles onto the back porch.

Feyre and Elain were sitting down by the dock in their swimsuits, Nesta waddling toward them — Thorn gripped by the wrist in one hand, John in the other.

Feyre and Rhysand’s twins were running around in the grass through the sprinklers.

“Party’s here!” Cassian announced, descending the back porch stairs.

Feyre rolled her eyes as Nesta let go of Thorn and John and plopped down in one of the other lawn chairs.

“Control your boys,” Feyre chastised. “Your wife is a whale.”

“Bitch,” Nesta muttered but didn’t correct her. Cassian didn’t want to know what it took to create human life.

“She’s beautiful,” Cassian winked, pressing his mouth to his wife’s before strutting out on the dock, to an impatient Rhys.

“About time you got here,” he said, tying the jet skis off.

Cassian raised an eyebrow. “In case you somehow forgot, my wife is 8 months pregnant. If you want to be the one tell her to hurry up, that’s your balls, not mine.”

Rhys glanced over to where Nesta was resting, her shirt raised over her belly, letting the sun warm her skin. He shuddered at the idea of asking an irritable Nesta to do anything she didn’t want to do. “Fair enough. I’ve got the ramps ready. You want to help me get them into the water so all you have to do is back down?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Rhys lifted his beer towards Cass and the two clinked their bottles against each other. “Happy Solstice, brother.”

Cass grinned. “Happy Solstice.”

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Nesta groaned as she felt another sharp kick to her ribs. “I swear, if she wants to come early, I’m completely fine with it.”

Feyre drank from her wine glass and looked at both of her sisters. One pregnant and one breastfeeding, she would be the only one drinking. Nesta eyed her wine glass. “Have one for me, please.”

“Same,” Elain said, eyes closed, an arm tossed over her face to block out the sun.

“It would be my pleasure, but if-.”

“Mamaaaaaa!”

All three women were instantly turning, Feyre and Elain on their feet, but it was Lily who was crying as she sat in the grass. Thorn had her Barbie in his hand, held high in the air out of her reach, and he looked as if he’d be caught red-handed. Nesta tried to get up from the chair, but her swollen belly wouldn’t allow her. She decided to yell instead.

“Thorn Stormwind Nazari, you give your cousin back her doll right now or I swear-.”

Feyre and Rhys’ son pushed him from behind and he landed in the grass. “Leave my sister alone!”

“Let them fight it out.”

The three women looked behind them to see Azriel. They hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Sounds like a bloodbath waiting to happen,” Elain mumbled, as Azriel took Lannan out of his chest carrier and handed him to Elain.

“It’s good for them to settle their own conflicts,” Azriel said, not unkindly, as he unstrapped the carrier and tossed it in the grass.

Elain watched the scene play out, worry coating her eyes.

But, Thorn got up, dropped the doll, and ran to the tire swing that hung on a large oak tree.

“What are we eating today, chef man?”

Azriel gave Feyre a small smile as he pulled off his shirt, the sun catching his tanned skin. “Burgers, hotdogs, I’ve got a few steaks.”

Nesta took a deep breath and cursed. “I’m so hungry, that sounds amazing.”

“Still not able to eat red meat?” He asked. “I’ve got chicken breasts for you, just in case.”

Nesta ran a loving hand over her stomach. About 3 months into her pregnancy, Nesta discovered she wasn’t able to keep red meat down, but craved it almost 24/7. There were many nights that Cassian was down on their porch at 2:30 in the morning, grilling a burger that would go uneaten, just so she could huff the smell of it out of his shirt as she laid in bed.

“No, I believe we’re finally past that, but I’ll probably still have them. That sounds so good right now.”

“She’ll change her mind in 30 minutes,” Cassian yelled as he went around to the drive to get the boat. “She’ll decide she wants Indian food or a pickle smoothie.”

“You did this to me, remember?”

He smirked. “Oh, I remember well.”

“Little ears, Cassian!” Elain cried, covering Lannan’s ears, even though there’s no way the small infant could have any idea what was being said around him. He cooed as she gazed down at him. Azriel dropped a kiss to his wife’s head.

Cassian just grinned. “Oh, you’d hate the things we say around our kids at home-“

“Cassian,” Nesta interrupted, shaking her head.

Cassian just laughed as he continued his walk to the driveway.

“Mommy?” A dark-haired, tanned skin boy tapped Feyre’s shoulder. “I want to go swimming. Thorn does, too.”

“I’ll go with you,” Azriel said, smiling softly. “Get your suits on. I’ll be waiting by your dad, okay?”

Bennett nodded excitedly and hurried inside to change.

Azriel asked, “You're giving this one a normal name, right?”

Nesta laughed. “Like you’re one to talk?” She heard Elain giggle from her seat. “Yes, Cassian lost his child naming privileges when I woke up and ‘Thorn Stormwind’ was our son’s official birth certificate. This little one will be Scarlett Rosemarie Nazari.”

“Thank goodness,” she heard Feyre breathe.

A little voice sounded behind them. “Mama.”

They turned to find Olive, one of Rhys and Feyre’s twins on the dock. She reached for her and Feyre lifted her and sat her on her lap. “What is it, sweet girl?” She didn’t say anything, just nestled her head against Feyre’s chest and closed her eyes.

“Looks like someone is ready for her nap,” Rhys said, taking his daughter from his wife’s lap. “Are you sleepy, Livy?” She shook her head ‘no’, but her thumb was in her mouth and her eyes were slipping closed. “Let’s go get your sister. Nes, want me to to put John down, too?”

“Please,” she said, taking a sip of her water. “He didn’t close his eyes once on the trip up here and if we don’t put him down now, we’ll be due for a meltdown right about dinner time.”

Rhysand chuckled and nodded. Soon enough, he had a line of toddlers behind him, holding hands, like ducks in a row.

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Azriel had Bennett on his shoulders, Cassian holding Thorn on his.

“Alright, the first kid to hit the water has to set the table tonight,” Rhys announced from his swan floatie by the dock. “Go!”

The two boys wrestled atop Azriel and Cassian’s shoulders, until Bennett fell back, hitting the water. He came back up a second later, lavender eyes furious. “That’s not fair! Thorn’s older.”

“Don’t worry, kid,” Cassian winked, throwing his son into the water, off his shoulders. “Thorn would love to help you set the table for supper.”

Now it was Thorn’s turn to come up looking pissed.

“But I won!”

Before Cassian could respond, Bennett tackled him into the water and the two began to fight.

“Careful,” Rhys called, sunglasses on, eyes shut. He glanced over at the boys, and saw that they were wrestling, but weren’t too deep in the water, so they’d be fine.

His brothers, however, were nowhere in sight.

“Oh, shi-.”

Before he could finish swearing, the float was lifted from the water and tipped from underneath.

Cassian and Azriel emerged from the water, laughing, water dripping from their hair.

Rhys came up, his sunglasses floating next to him and glanced at his beer floating in the water now. He sighed. “I just opened that, you pricks.”

Elain called from the house. “Dinner’s almost ready! Start getting dried off, please!”

Cassian hauled himself up onto the dock and grabbed Thorn’s outstretched hands, lifting him up, too. Bennett, Azriel, and Rhys used the stairs and the boys all grabbed towels from the trunk under the upper deck.

As he ran a towel over his shoulder-length hair, Thorn asked, “Is Aunt Elain going to have her boobs out again?”

“Dude,” Cassian said, grabbing his son’s shoulder as Azriel choked on nothing and Rhys began to laugh. “We’ve been over this. She’s breastfeeding, Lannan has to eat, too. And you know not to stare.”

“But they’re boobs,” he said, making a disgusted face.

“You won’t feel that way for long, buddy,” Rhys said, clapping a hand onto Cass’ shoulder, trying to salvage the conversation.

Bennett looked up at his dad and asked, “Is Lannan always going to eat from her boobs?”

“No, just until he can eat real food,” Rhys answered.

“Can we stop talking about my wife’s boobs?” Azriel mumbled, holding his towel in front of him, rather than tying it around his waist like the rest of the boys.

Rhys and Cassian just laughed loudly as they led their sons up to the house.

Azriel followed them up the grassy hill and into the house, where Elain was waiting for him by the sliding door.

“You look amused.”

“Just talked with an eight-year-old about your breasts,” he mumbled, kissing her quickly.

She huffed out a laugh before shaking her head. “I don’t want to know.”

“You don’t,” he said, taking the plate of burgers and hot dogs from her and making his way over to the grill.

She went back into the kitchen, where Feyre, holding Lannan, was sending Bennett and Thorn to their room to change and get washed up. Elain returned to her place at the counter, tossing the salad and adding things in here and there.

“Where’s Nes?” Cass asked, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“She’s laying down,” Elain replied, not looking up from where she had begun cutting up vegetables for the kids. “Said she was having really bad heartburn from lunch.”

He laughed. “She’s the one who wanted ‘authentic Mexican’.” He tossed air quotes around the words and said he’d go get her up. No one else dared to wake the very pregnant, sleeping woman, for fear of bodily harm.

Feyre bumped Elain’s hip. “Want me to go wake up the littles? They’ve been down for, what? Almost two hours?”

Elain looked at the clock. She hadn’t realized it had been that long. “Please do.” She took her youngest from her sister. “And it’s time for you to eat, isn’t it?” She lifted him in the air and kissed his cherub cheeks as he giggled. “Yes, it is.”

Feyre just smiled as she headed down the hall and cracked open the door at the end. All three toddlers were out, the movie that was playing on the tv in the corner had ended long ago.

She brushed a soft hand over John’s curly hair. His face twisted in annoyance at being woken and the expression was so much like Nesta that Feyre had to stop a chuckle from leaving her lips. “Time to get up, Jonathan David.” His little eyes opened, hazel staring back at her and he yawned. “Are you hungry?” He nodded as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Uncle Az is outside grilling up your hot dogs. Wanna go help him?”

He nodded again, but another yawn wracked his little body as he scooted off the bed. He looked to where Livy and Lily were still asleep. He whispered, “Are they still sleeping?”

“I’m about to get them up, baby.” She brushed his light brown hair off his face again. It seemed it was time for a much-needed haircut, but if she had to guess, based off of both Cassian and Thorn’s hair, it would take a miracle for John to let anyone near him with a pair of shears.

“They’re still babies, they need more sleep than me.”

She chuckled. John wasn’t even 4 months older than her girls, but he was always so adamant that they were babies while he was a big boy. No doubt something he’d picked up from his own big brother. “Exactly, bud. Now, go help Uncle Azriel while I get them up.”

“Okay.” He yawned one more time before leaving the room.

“Livy,” Feyre sang. “Lily. Time to wake up.”

Olive was the first to open her eyes. The two looked so much alike, both like their father, although Olive had Feyre’s eyes. “Sleepy, mama.”

“But it’s dinner time, then we get to go for a boat ride,” Feyre said, kissing Olive’s forehead. “Wake up sissy and go wash your hands really good. Okay? I’m going to go help Uncle Az.”

Olive nodded, sleepily, as Feyre left the room.

She stopped at Nesta and Cassian’s door, raising her hand to knock when she heard a quiet moan that had her covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.

She was still chuckling when she made her way back into the kitchen.

Rhys, Azriel, and Elain all looked at her and she shook her head. “I think we’ll be eating without Nesta and Cass.”

Rhys began to laugh while Azriel rolled his eyes and Elain blushed from where she was nursing Lannan in the corner. The kids were all in the living room, Livy and Lily having joined them, even if Lily had curled right back up on the couch and fallen back asleep.

“I don’t understand how she still has such a strong sex drive,” Elain said, quietly. She inclined her head towards Azriel. “I didn’t even want to look at his dick by the time I was 8 months with Lannan.”

The look on his face said that she was absolutely right and that her last pregnancy had been the longest 9 months of his life.

Rhys wrapped his arms around his wife, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. “Definitely didn’t stop us.”

Thorn and Luna came into the kitchen and she asked, “Didn’t stop you from what, Uncle Rhysie?”

Rhysand blinked as everyone looked to him. “From...playing together.”

“Oh,” Luna said, shrugging. “Come on, Thorn. I’ll teach you how to properly set the table.”

They went onto the back porch, where a giant picnic table sat, and Azriel laughed. “So neat and proper, just like her mother.”

Elain was watching her, fondly, through the window as Luna scolded Thorn about silverware placement.

“Playing together?” Feyre asked, leaning into Rhysand’s chest.

“Fucking is frowned upon,” he mumbled, licking the back of her neck, earning a swat in the chest.

“Now's not time to play,” she scolded, but her arms went around his neck anyway.

“Alright,” Azriel said, standing and effectively cutting the conversation off. “Dinner’s ready. Everyone grab a plate and a kid or two and let's eat.”

They called everyone in, helping the little ones make their plates and get settled before making their own and sitting around a large table with an umbrella. Lannan was once again strapped to Azriel’s chest while he helped the other kids and Elain couldn’t help but gaze at him longingly while he talked to their son and he giggled back.

She sighed and Feyre looked at her. “I want another one.”

Rhys choked on his burger. “Didn’t you just say you didn’t want his dick anywhere near you while you were pregnant?”

“Yes,” she blushed. “But I’m not pregnant anymore.”

Azriel caught her gaze from across the porch. “What?”

She just shook her head and continued to eat her hot dog.

Cassian and Nesta stepped onto the back porch and grabbed their plates.

“Have fun?” Feyre asked as Nesta plopped down next to her.

Nesta groaned. “The more it goes into me, the faster this baby gets out of me.”

Rhysand chuckled, taking a giant bite from his burger. Cassian looked quite smug as he stood by Azriel to eat, speaking to his brother.

“Daddy?” Lily asked from the kid’s table.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Can I have a posicle?” Her little voice stumbled over the word.

A multitude of voices repeated the question.

“Did you eat all of your vegetables?”

Silence answered him.

“I did!” John cried, raising his hand.

“Good job, buddy, you get whatever color you want,” Rhys said, picking him up and carrying him in the house.

“He’s totally lying,” Cassian said, mouthful, but Rhys and John were already inside.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “A quality he’s gotten from his father.”

Cassian winked before shoving another bite into his mouth. “Popsicles for everyone!”

The kids all dropped their food and ran inside after Rhys and John.

“Cassian,” Elain scolded, shaking her head.

Cassian just shrugged, finishing the last of his burger in one bite.

“We’re on vacation, babe,” Azriel said, sitting in Rhys’ vacant seat next to his wife. “A little extra sugar won’t kill them.”

“No,” she said, taking Lannan out of his carrier on Azriel’s chest and cradling him as he dozed. “But it may kill all of us.”

Nesta inhaled sharply and Cassian was on his knees in front of her before any of the others had time to react.

He pressed soft kisses to her belly and quietly spoke to it. Nesta sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“The only way she’ll calm down and stop kicking me in the ribs,” she said, a glare to her round stomach, “is Cassian’s voice. It’s the sweetest thing, but damn it, if I don’t hate it.”

“I want another baby,” Elain said, for the second time that evening.

“Really?” Nesta blinked. “Me dying makes you want to be pregnant?”

Elain shrugged, rocking a sleeping Lannan.

Azriel was just staring at his wife, mouth hanging open. “He’s only 6 months old, El.”

She shrugged again. “And? Feyre had two at one time and they survived.”

She interjected and asked, “Hi, a friendly reminder that you both carry the twin gene, too. Do you want to tempt fate and end up with four kids instead of two?”

“I wouldn’t hate the idea.” She smiled at Azriel, who was gazing fondly at his wife and sleeping son.

“Okay,” he said, his mouth quirking to the side in a secret smile.

“Lock your door if you plan on starting tonight,” Cass said. “You’re in a house full of kids who barely know how to knock.”

Azriel huffed a laugh. “Noted.”

“Uncle Cass!” Bennett ran out of the house, popsicle in hand. “Can we go on the boat? Please please please?” Three little heads were peeking out through the screen door, waiting for his answer.

Rhys sauntered his way out behind his son and leaned against the door frame.

Cass looked up at the setting sun. “No swimming tonight, it’s too late and everyone just ate, but we can definitely go out for a bit.” He hollered into the house. “Thorn! You done with your popsicle?” He stuck his head out and nodded, curls bouncing. He tossed his keys to him. “Go make sure we have ten life jackets on the boat, please. You know which cubbies they’re in?”

Thorn jogged past him and said, “Little kids are in the front, and ours are in the back!” The fact that he continued to try and lump himself in with the adults always made Cass smile. John tried to run past his father and follow Thorn. “Nuh-uh,” Cass said, scooping him up and throwing him over his shoulder. “You know the rules. You can't be on the boat without mommy or daddy.”

“But Thorn-!”

“Is four years older than you.” Nesta cut in. “He wasn’t allowed on the boat without us until last year.”

Regardless of his nap earlier, almost as if he knew what Nesta had claimed about a meltdown earlier, he started to cry.

“You need to go to bed?” Nesta asked, brow raised.

With an angry look, John shook his head, arms crossed.

“So we're going to have a good attitude on the boat?” Nesta asked.

John nodded.

He kept that look on his face the entire time they waited for everyone to gather, and as they walked down to the dock.

Nesta stayed with Elain and Lannan at the house. Feyre helped Bennett, Lily, and Livy into their life jackets, while Azriel helped Luna and John. Thorn, already in his, was helping Cassian get the boat ready to go out. Rhys was on the dock, ready to push them when Az said, “Hey, I think I’m actually going to hang back. Need to make sure Elain is, uh,” he cleared his throat. “Well, taken care of.”

Cass threw his head back and laughed. “No time like the present, is there?”

He stepped out of the boat, much to Luna’s dismay. “Daddy, noooo.” She began to cry and reach for him.

Before he could even turn around, Cassian had scooped her up, promising she could sit in his lap while he drove the boat. This began a litany if requests to drive.

With the attention off of him, Azriel threw a grateful look and clapped Rhys on the shoulder before running up to the house.

Elain was sitting on the couch, a sleeping Lannan against her chest as Nesta stared lovingly at a bottle of wine.

When Azriel opened the door, both of their heads snapped in his direction.

“What are you doing?” Elain whispered. “Don’t want to go for a ride?”

Azriel cleared his throat. When he didn’t say anything more, Nesta slowly rose to her swollen feet. “I know when to take a hint.”

She waddled over to Elain and reached for the baby. “Gimme.”

Elain was rubbing a gentle hand along his back. “He just fell back asleep and it’s been a while since he’s been changed. I don’t want you to have to-.”

“Okay, I had babies before you, not to mention the one that literally refuses to vacate the premises of my uterus right now. I know how to be a good auntie,” she said, taking Lannan and resting him on her belly. “I promise, I can handle changing him and putting him back to sleep while you two make another niece or nephew. I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”

And with that, Nesta was down the hall and shutting her door.

Az sat down on the couch next to her and put his arm around his wife. “You’re sure?” He asked. “Lannan is just now sleeping through the night.”

“I’m sure,” she said, leaning up to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “We Archeron girls like to keep everything in neat threes.” She winked at him.

With that, he kissed her and rolled on top of her.

They forgot all about the boat ride out on the lake.

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Thorn hopped onto the dock and caught the rope that Cassian tossed to him before expertly tying up the boat.

“He’s getting pretty good at that,” Feyre said, impressed.

“Sure is,” Cassian said, proudly.

“What do we get to do now, daddy?” Lillian asked, jumping into Rhysands arms.

“You get to go night night with your cousins,” Rhysand said, as if it was the most exciting thing on earth.

All the kids groaned and he put Lily down.

“Not me! I’m oldest,” Thorn beamed.

“Even you, bud,” Cassian said, turning off the boat engine.

Thorn pursed his lips, turned around, and stomped down the dock, heading for the house, while the rest of the kids played in the grass.

With a chuckle, Rhysand hopped onto the dock to tie up the front of the boat. “He certainly takes after his mother, doesn’t he?”

Cassian grinned. “He’ll be asleep first, too.”

Thorn ran back down the dock. “I thought you said Lannan would only eat from Aunt Elain until he could eat real food?”

Cass groaned. Of course, they were back to this. “He will, buddy. Then it’ll be solid food like you guys eat.”

“Oh okay.” He looked back towards the house. “So why is Uncle Az breastfeeding, too?”

Both Rhys and Cass froze and then Rhys took off down the dock and passed the kids. They took one look at him running and got up to chase him.

Cassian, taking advantage of one of their favorite games, yelled, “Uncle Cassian says, ‘Freeze, right now’!”

All but John stopped. “Jonathon David, I said ‘Freeze’!”

He stood absolutely still. Cassian looked at Thorn who still stood by him on the dock. “Don’t tell anyone what you just saw and you get to stay up for an extra 30 minutes and play Xbox when we get home. Especially not mom.”

He grinned, looking exactly like Cassian, when he said, “Deal.”

Rhys reached the porch and made a show of stomping up the wooden stairs. When the two figures on the couch didn’t stop, he cracked the sliding door, keeping his eyes wrenched shut and said, “Little eyes, Az! Little eyes!”

He heard them both curse, hurried steps, and then a door in the hallway slammed shut.

He looked back at the dock and gave Cassian a thumbs up.

Feyre, on the other hand, was howling.

Thorn went back to looking confused, and the other kids were still frozen on the lawn.

“Oh, UNFREEZE!” Cassian yelled. “Pajamas, teeth brushed, in your bedrooms!”

They all did as they were told, laughing hysterically from the joyous feeling of a boat ride and a game of “Uncle Cassian Says”.

“And Az is the smartest one in our group,” Cassian muttered, tightening the ropes before helping Feyre out of the boat.

“Are we partying after the kids go to bed?” She asked.

Cassian just grinned.

———

Azriel and Elain were in a sweaty heap in their bed, slowly kissing, just enjoying their time together. They’d heard the kids run in, Cauldron bless Rhys for giving them enough time to run into their own bedroom, and had listened as the house fell into a comfortable quiet, the only sound the hushed voices of their siblings in the living room and the occasional rumble of Cassian’s deep laughter.

“We didn’t tell Luna goodnight,” Elain murmured, Azriel pulling his lips away from hers only to trail them down her neck.

“I think she’ll be fine for one night, love,” he dragged his lips back up to hers, brushing his tongue against her lips.

There was a banging on their door. “Alright, you two, you’ve had enough playtime.”

“Go away, you prick,” Azriel called.

Cassian jiggled the doorknob in his hand and shook the door. “You’ve got 10 more minutes before I come in there and pull your naked ass out of there. And you, too, Azriel.”

They heard Nesta, Rhys, and Feyre laughing in the living room.

“You know he’s serious, right?” Azriel breathed in her ear.

“Oh, I have no doubt,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Go, I’ll be out in just a few minutes.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, a question on his face. She glanced down at her legs squeezed together tightly.

“Have you been doing that since I-?”

“Yes, yes, I have. I’m not wasting any of it. I want a baby, and I want it in exactly 9 months.”

Azriel gave her a fond smile before kissing her cheek and hopping out of bed. He tossed on a pair of shorts and a shirt before walking out into the hallway.

He made a stop at the end of the hallway, where the big kids were huddled together in sleeping bags on the floor, watching a movie.

“Daddy!” Luna whispered, smiling brightly. “I thought you weren’t going to say goodnight.”

“I’ll always say goodnight,” he promised, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, daddy.”

“Goodnight, Uncle Az,” Bennett yawned.

Thorn was already snoring.

“Goodnight,” Azriel winked, ruffling Bennett’s dark hair.

He closed the door quietly behind him as he joined the others in the living room.

Feyre was smirking and Cassian raised his hand in a high five without even looking at him, keeping his eyes on the puzzle in front of him. Az chuckled as he slapped his hand and sat down next to Rhys. He handed him a shot of tequila and Azriel braced himself as he tossed it back.

“Did you knock my baby sister up again?”

He coughed and almost had to endure it coming out his nose as he looked over at Nesta, who hadn’t looked up from her book. “Excuse me?” He laughed.

“I just want to know if it was a success since I had to listen to ‘Fuck, Az, yes, Daddy, please!’ for 45 minutes.”

Her impression of Elain was spot on and the house erupted into laughter as Azriel’s face burned.

“What are we laughing about?” Elain asked as she tied her long hair up in a messy bun. She had put on a pair of leggings and one of Azriel’s t-shirts.

The laughter stopped abruptly before Feyre mumbled, “I didn’t know you called Az daddy.”

Elain’s cheeks were on fire as she turned on her heels and hurried into the kitchen. “I….need a drink.”

Rhysand chuckled, nipping at Feyre’s ear.

“Let’s play a game,” she suggested.

“What game?” Cassian asked, still not looking up from his puzzle.

Feyre shrugged. “I’ll go see what we have in the game cabinet.”

The second she opened the double doors, her eyes landed on the box and it was decided.

She dropped Twister on the coffee table, right on top of Cassian’s puzzle. He glanced up at her.

“If I wasn’t absolutely positive I’m about to kick your ass at this game, I’d be mad at you.”

“Gimme the spinner,” Nesta said, snapping her book shut and holding out her hand. Feyre handed it to her and stood up, spreading the mat out over the carpet.

Elain came out of the kitchen with a stack of shot glasses and a chilled bottle from the freezer. “Who wants a shot of Fireball?”

Rhys took the glass from her and narrowed his eyes at it. “Gods, what, are we in college again?”

He tossed it back and blew out a harsh breath. “Yep, tastes like regret!”

Elain threw a vulgar gesture his way which had Cassian howling. “Az, baby, will you go get the can of formula out of my bag? I want to make Lannan a bottle since I’m drinking tonight.”

Cassian muttered, “Don’t you mean, daddy?”

“Gods above,” he groaned, but made his way down the hall to their room.

“I’m gonna start calling you daddy,” Feyre said, winking at Rhys.

Rhysand lifted a brow that said he wouldn’t hate that idea.

“Nesta already calls me daddy,” Cassian said, grinning. The way he said ‘daddy’ was far too confident and provocative.

Nesta scoffed. “I do not. I call him many things in the bedroom, but never daddy.”

Elain sat down next to Nesta and she mumbled, “Don’t knock it til you try it.”

Rhys brought Elain two shot glasses full of tequila. “Drink up, Lainy. You’re about 6 drinks behind and we need to even the playing field for Twister.

She rolled her eyes, but did as she was told, shaking her head and laughing.

Cassian turned on some music quietly in the background and Azriel came back down the hall, shaking two full bottles.

“Thank you, daddy,” Elain giggled and he just sighed and shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen.

“Who got my wife drunk?” He called from the other room.

“That’d be me,” Rhys said, tossing a hand in the air.

He brought her a bottle of water and gave it to her, pressing a kiss to her head. “Thanks for that.” He poured himself another shot of Fireball before pointing at Nesta. “Let’s do this.”

She spun the dial and chaos ensued.

They didn’t hear the door as it squeaked open down the hall, didn’t hear the little footsteps as they snuck down the hall. He stood there, with his thumb in his mouth, clutching his blankie and said tearfully, “Da-daddyyyy.”

Cassian’s face was far too close to Azriel’s ass when he looked toward the doorway to see John standing there.

“What’s wrong, buddy?”

“I had a ba-bad dream,” he said, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Cassian stood, losing his place on the mat as he went to his 4-year-old and picked him up. “I’m sorry, bud. I’ll tuck you back in, okay?”

John nodded, lying his head on Cassian’s shoulder.

He took a detour, stopping in him and Nesta’s room to grab a stuffed animal out of the overnight bag they’d packed for the boys. John held onto it and Cassian tightly and he paused before leaving again, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a soothing hand over the back of his son’s head.

“I wanna sleep with you and mommy,” he said, voice already getting heavy with sleep again.

“Mommy and I aren’t going to bed yet, bud. Plus you’re getting to camp out with Bennett and Luna and have a sleepover. You love your Luna-Bug, don’t you?”

He only sniffled and nodded.

“You wanna tell daddy about your bad dream?”

He shrugged, gripping Cassian’s t-shirt tightly in his little fist.

Cassian took his blankie and tucked it around him.

“I think there’s a monster under Livy and Lily’s bed.”

He mock gasped. “A monster? I guess I better go tell it to hit the road, shouldn’t I?”

A quick nod and Cassian had John propped on his hip as he quietly slipped into the Little’s room. He could see that Olive and Lillian were fast asleep so he sat John on his bed and put his finger over his lips, telling him to be quiet. John nodded and watched as Cassian bent down by the girl’s bed. “Be careful, daddy,” he whispered, and Cassian’s heart felt like it would burst as he noted the true fear in his son’s voice. He trusted his daddy completely and he hoped he always would.

Cassian peeked under the bed and saw nothing but spare socks, long-forgotten toys, and dust bunnies, but he made a show out of whispering, “Listen here, Mr. Monster, I don’t know where you came from and I don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here.” He heard John gasp and he tried his best not to chuckle. “What’s that? Oh, you were just passing through and didn’t plan on staying anyways? Well, that’s good. I appreciate you being so understanding. Have a good night.”

He turned and faced John again, who was staring wide-eyed. “See? It was just a misunderstanding. All gone now.”

He looked around the room. “All gone?”

He pressed a kiss to his curly head and tucked him in as he laid back down. “All gone, buddy. I love you.”

“Love you, daddy,” he yawned, clutching his blankie as tightly as he could.

Before Cassian was out the door, John was already sleeping soundly. He tiptoed back down the hall, peeking in on the other kids before he made his way back to the living room.

Azriel’s ass was straight in the air, his head nearly touching his knees as he stood between a howling Feyre and a giggling Elain.

Rhys was lying on the floor, apparently already having gotten out, and Nesta was still holding the spinner with her feet propped up on a footstool.

“Right hand, blue,” Nesta announced, catching sight of Cassian as he entered. “He okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” Cassian said, sitting on the armrest of the chair she was in. “Just needed his daddy to scare the monsters away.”

Nesta grinned as she spun again. “Good thing he has such a good daddy.”

“Elain has a good daddy, too,” Rhysand noted, words beginning to slur.

“Shut up,” Azriel laughed, head still in an awkward position.

“We’re never going to live that down, are we?” Elain asked with a heavy sigh, walking her right hand to the closest blue space. It just happened to be the same spot Feyre’s foot was on.

“Of course not,” she laughed. “You two gave me and Rhys shit for so long, it feels good to finally have something to make fun of you for.”

Elain scoffed and dug her finger into the arch of Feyre’s foot. She squealed in laughter and knocked the three of them down, into a sprawling heap on the mat. Azriel rolled away, sitting next to Rhys. They admired their wives, tangled in a giggling heap on the floor.

Rhys nudged him, his words becoming harder and harder to understand. “That’s a god damn Archeron sister wet dream right there.”

Feyre barked out a laugh and said, “Pig,” before she crawled away from her sister and straddled his waist, pushing him to lie back onto the floor.

Cassian lifted a brow. “I know the kids are asleep, but my eyes burn, too, watching the two of you make out, so-.”

Feyre pressed her lips to Rhys’.

“Apparently my words mean nothing,” Cassian finished.

Nesta chuckled. “It’s getting late, I’m pregnantly exhausted, and we have a big day of chasing kids tomorrow. I’m ready for bed.”

Cassian kissed her forehead. “All in bed before midnight. Not as young as we used to be, huh?”

“Kids add a few years,” Azriel mumbled, pulling Elain onto his lap on the floor. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

“If your canoodling worked this afternoon, you’ll have to add a few more years onto your life in nine months,” Rhys grinned, back still against the rug.

“Canoodling?” Nesta asked.

“Kids also expand your vocabulary of substitute words for fuck,” Feyre winked.

“We tell Luna we have to go do laundry,” Elain said, eyes already closed as she drew small circles on Azriel’s collarbone. She traced the swirling tattoo sticking out from his shirt.

“Luna hates laundry day,” Azriel smirked, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back. “She has to stay in her room until we finish ‘folding clothes’.”

They all looked at Nesta and Cass, sitting on the arm of her chair. They glanced at each other. He shrugged. “We just tell them we’re having adult time and to go play Xbox. Boys are easy.”

Nesta smirked. “We’ve never been interrupted once.”

“Wish we could say that,” Feyre groaned.

Rhys just laughed and said, “When he was five, Bennett caught us fucking at, like, 4 in the morning once. We figured we were safe, so we were just going at it. No covers, nothing to hide under, absolutely nothing.”

Feyre covered her face and leaned down, burying it in Rhys’ chest. “He asked us why daddy was poking mommy with his pee pee for MONTHS.”

Everyone laughed at that, but no one harder than Cassian.

“What about you two?” Rhys asked, and smirked. “This afternoon notwithstanding.”

Elain blushed again and buried her face harder against Azriel’s neck.

“Yes, we’ve been caught before,” he laughed. “A few times actually.”

“Once by dad and then by Luna, too,” she said, her voice muffled.

“No!” Nesta yelled, laughing. “I need both stories. Now.”

“Well, your dad caught us before we were even married,” Azriel began, and Elain was already blushing. “He came over to bring Elain a box of her old things after we had just moved in together. Apparently, he doesn’t believe in knocking, because he opened the front door while I had Elain bent over the kitchen table.”

“Oh my god!” Feyre howled. “Why didn’t you ever tell us that?!”

“Because it’s horrible,” Elain said, face still buried in her husband’s neck.

“So that’s why you and dad didn’t talk for months,” Nesta said, nodding. “Huh.”

“I’d never seen him move so quickly. He dropped the box and hauled ass,” Azriel said, unable to control his own laughter as he took another shot that Cassian had handed him.

“Please tell me Luna caught you in a less compromising position,” Rhys said, humor in his violet eyes. “Or, at least in the dark.”

Before she answered, Elain reached for the tiny glass Cassian was holding for her and tossed it back. “It was in the hot tub. I still had my top on, so she couldn’t see anything through the bubbles from the jets but- Gods, I can't believe we’re talking about this.” She blushed and covered her face.

Azriel has a smug look on his face when he said, “She was riding me pretty hard and we were pretty focused on what we were doing. We didn’t even hear her come outside until she asked if she could have a pony ride on my knees next.”

The house erupted into laughter.

“She had been asleep for three hours and we didn’t have Lannan yet!” Elain cried, her head thrown back as she laughed. “We thought it was safe!”

Their laughter faded away into a joyful, comfortable silence. They had all grown up. Gotten married, had kids, but even so, they had all remained close. Friends. Family.

When Nesta began to doze off, Cassian rose to his feet, lifting her up in his arms. “I’m taking mama to bed.”

“Looks like Scarlett won’t be making her appearance tonight,” Rhys mumbled.

Cassian chuckled. “We’ll speed up the pregnancy again tomorrow,” he promised with a wink. “Goodnight.”

A chorus of goodnights rang throughout the room. When they heard Nesta and Cassian’s door click shut, Azriel ran a finger up Elain’s arm. “Ready for bed, baby?”

She was already half asleep on his chest but still managed to smirk as she whispered, “You put baby number 3 in the oven already. Don’t want to try for number 4?”

He chuckled and stood, pulling her with him. She looped her arms around his neck and hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He huffed a laugh as his hands cupped her rear and held her up. There was nothing sexual in the way he held her, just love and support, as pure exhaustion was written on every inch of her.

“Goodnight,” she called, face buried in Azriel’s neck.

Feyre and Rhys laughed and told her goodnight.

“Night, guys,” Az said, carrying her down the back hall.

When it was just the two of them in the living room, Rhysand rolled his wife onto her back and hovered over her. “Seems we’re the only ones who didn’t get to engage in any canoodling today.”

She laughed, brushing his hair off of his forehead. “You seem to be forgetting about the hour-long shower we took before the kids got up this morning.”

“Oh, I could never forget anything that wicked mouth does to me.” He bit her bottom lip and tugged lightly. “I just meant out here. This is the first place we ever had sex.”

Feyre blushed at the memory. “You sure you aren’t just trying to get me to call you daddy?”

Rhys tipped his head back and laughed. He leaned his lips down and dragged them up the long column of her neck, pausing to suck and lick the tender skin. “I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t be opposed to you trying it out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Cocky bastard.”

She kissed him, long and slow, as the rest of the house grew completely silent.

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