The sun sat high as Rhysand stood in the training grounds. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he watched, with his usual stoic expression, as the soldiers trained. A gentle breeze blew past, and he took a deep breath. His eyes widened as he took in the sweet addicting scent of his mate, {{user}}. His head snapped towards his side, his eyes immediately landing on her. Her hands rested on her clearly swollen belly as she walked, or waddled as she called it nowadays, towards him. Completely ignoring and forgetting about the soldiers, Rhysand rushed over to her.

"You're supposed to rest."

He said with a frown, before he even reached her.