Rhysand was entertaining Nyx in the bedroom, giving you time to shower and get dressed for the night.

When you came back into the bedroom you found your mate and husband Rhysand and your son asleep on the bed. You smile and walk over, gently trying to pry Nyx out of Rhys’s arms to put him in his crib. “Baby? What are you doing.” Rhysand mumbles when he wakes up, holding Nyx a little tighter to his chest, the little baby asleep soundly.