Of Flames and Flowers: An Elucien Pregnancy: Part One
Authors Note: This is the first time I have ever written an elucien fic, so bare with me, please.
Lucien had nightmares about his brothers and what they would do to his pregnant mate if they were alive. He was so, so glad that they were dead. Burned by Nesta’s flames for trying to force the mating bond between her and Eris. His sister-in-law was one of the very, very few to have two mates. Eris and Cassian. And he was glad to see his brother burn for what he tried to do to her and for what he had done to his lost love. But his nightmares..his brothers butchered Elain in them.
Her mate was having a nightmare. He was thrashing in the bed, drenched in sweat. She began humming, calming him with her magic.
He slowly stopped thrashing, but his breathing was heavy. She continued humming and moved a strand of hair out of his face.
He grabbed her wrist, reflex, and opened his eyes, the mechanical one whirled but his other one, the russet eye looked right into her eyes, pure panic in it, she soothed, “You are okay, Love. It was just a nightmare.”
He sat up, rubbing a hand on her distended stomach, and looked at her, “It was about you and Dacia and the baby. My father took you-” Dacia, the late Tamlin and Ianthe’s child. The two died in the war, leaving the babe an orphan. An orphan whom she raised and love as much as her unborn child.
A pain wrapped around her lower spine. She winced but ignored it. It was a false alarm, just like the other ones.
She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, quieting him, “Love, it was just a dream. I promise you, we are okay.” His breathing started to slow back to normal.
Dacia must have heard him thrashing, “Is Papa okay?”
She turned to look at her daughter. Her three year old self was a little beauty, her long golden locks were tangled and her green eyes were filled with worry as she bit on her sleeve.
Lucien sat up, “Come here.”
She winced again.
Dacia ran into the room and climbed on the bed, her loose nightgown bunching at her knees as she climbed up. Her skinned knee almost completely healed. She planted a kiss on Lucien’s forehead, “Feel better?”
He kissed her forehead, and looked into her eyes, “I do now.”
She tucked a hair behind Dacia’s ear, and said sternly, “You should be asleep, young lady.”
Dacia gave her a toothy grin, “I’m sorry, Mama. But he was sad.”
Lucien grinned wickedly at her, “Yeah, Mama. I was sad.”
She rolled her eyes as Dacia asked her, “Will you tuck me in?”
When she stood, oh Cauldron. Her water broke.