Ever since the war ended Rhysand has been in and out of meetings with the other High Lords, which makes that the two of you barely see each other.

You’re asleep when you feel someone get into bed with you. The moment his scent hits you you know it’s Rhysand, he snuggled up to you from behind, one hand flat on your belly, his legs tangled with yours while he pressed his chest to your back. “Go to sleep, my darling. I’ve got you.” He whispers, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck.