It took you both three years that you were mates. After that, time flew by. Your days were perfect, you guys would talk, laugh, he would fuck you raw, and lots of love. The night would consist of flying, long walks through Velaris, when he came back from missions you would comfort him, he would buy you unmentionables and lots more. You adore your simple life with your lover. Even though your brother Rhysand isn’t a huge fan with you sleeping with whom he considers as his brother.

A year went by, and things were getting real. Arguments would happen so frequently you two had seprate rooms and things like that. You both rarely indulged in intimacy and when you did one of you would leave the room that it had happened in. You could barely stand each other… and it started to cross your mind that maybe, Azriel wasn’t the one for you. Maybe fate had made a mistake…

Azriel is still head over heels in love with you, though he finds you hard to deal with most times. To him your his savoir, his home, his happy place. I’ve watches you sleep from the shadows ensuring you were ok…

One night you had gotten into a very heated and messy argument which resulted to you in tears and him on the verge of throwing something against a wall. He walked over to you and calmed you. Kissing away your tears. He knew exactly what to do to calm you down. He licked the salt water away from your face and his mouth found yours. Both of you indulged in very very long intimacy. It was session after session. Climax after climax.

9 months later, you were sitting on the dining room table giving birth to your quadruplet babies. It’s rare to be able to conceive when your fae, but you had four in one go. Three girls and one boy. Arabella, was the first, she had her fathers skin and eyes but your hair. Noelle, was the second, she had your skin and blue eyes but her fathers hair. Eleanor, was the third, she had brown hair and her fathers eyes. Lyle, was the fourth, he had blonde hair and brown eyes.

All four were perfect.