#dad!witcher

“You’ve been awfully quiet for a while.”

“Just thinking.” He explained.

“About what?” You tilted your head to the side a little, swiping a few strands of hair across his forehead. 

He brought his eyes down to Nadia, who seemed sleepy. Her eyes were drooping shut and her head bobbed up and down a little as if she struggled to keep it upright. 

“Just…. Haven’t seen anyone in a while. Saw Lambert this past summer. Haven’t seen Geralt since Nadia was born. She’s two and Vesemir has yet to meet her.”

“I’m sorry, love.” You brought your hand down to his chest. “I’m sorry we’re so far away from Kaer Morhen.” 

“No, doll. Don’t be sorry.” Eskel sat up, moving Nadia with him so that she now sat in his lap. Her eyes widened for a moment, confused as to why they were moving so suddenly. Eskel hushed her and cradled her in his arms. She tucked her face into his chest, content with going back to sleep. “This is our home. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“But they’re your family, Eskel.” You looked down to Nadia. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. 

“And they understand that I have a wife and a child.” Eskel’s golden eyes met yours. 

You smiled softly at him, your eyes flickering down to the plate in your lap. You picked the spoon up and took a bite, then offered some to Eskel. 

“I’m gonna make a cream one next and I think a strawberry, a pecan, and a blackberry.”

“All in one week?” He raised his brows. 

“We like our sweets around here. Nadia can demolish a blackberry pie and my husband is particularly fond of my strawberry pie.”

“You make the best pies.” He hummed. “Give me another bite.”

You scooped up more apple pie and fed it to him. 

“I’m going to go put her in bed.” Eskel stood up, carefully moving Nadia around in his arms. 

Before he could even take a step in the direction of the bedrooms, he froze in place. He turned his head towards the front door, brows drawing together. 

“Eskel? What’s wrong?” You asked him, standing up. You put the plate on the mantle above the fireplace, concerned. 

“Someone’s coming. I hear horses.”

“How many?” You placed your hand on his arm.

“Three.” He paused for a moment, listening closer. “Take her.”

“Do you know who it is?” You didn’t hesitate to take your sleeping toddler from your husband. She tucked her nose into your neck. 

“Not yet. But if…. I need you to do exactly as I say.” 

Eskel took a few more steps towards the front door and then listened again. 

A few moments passed and you swore all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your chest. You held your breath, hoping he could hear over you.

“I-I think I know who it is.” He said, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“Who? Is it- Are we in danger, Eskel?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’ll be back in a second.”

You watched him slip out of the house, closing the door behind himself. You stood there for a few moments, worried and chewing on your lips. 

Surely he wouldn’t have gone out there if it was dangerous, and especially not unarmed. 

You moved to sit at the table, still holding Nadia in your arms. You waited for what felt like hours for your husband to return to you. 

When the front door opened, Eskel wasn’t the one to step into the house. It was Lambert, followed by Vesemir then Geralt and Eskel. 

A smile crossed your lips and you stood to your feet. But your attention was soon taken from the witcher when Nadia whined. 

“Daddy.” She lifted her head from your chest and sleepily rubbed her eyes. 

“Right here, love.” Eskel moved from behind his brother. “I can take her, doll.”

When he had Nadia, you went to greet Geralt, Lambert, and Vesemir. 

“Sorry to barge in unannounced.” Geralt hugged you first, giving you a kiss to the head.

“Don’t apologize.” You squeezed him tight. “We were just talking about you guys. Eskel’s been missing you all like crazy.”

“Tried to talk the bastard into taking a few contracts with me over the summer.” Lambert sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly. He gave you a hug next. “Guess he’s done being a witcher for good.”

“Least until Nadia’s older. Then it’s only the easy ones.” Eskel spoke from behind you. 

“What qualifies as easy?”

“Drowners, nekkers. Easy kill monsters.”

“Boring.” The young wolf rolled his eyes. 

You moved on to Vesemir. 

“How have you been, Vesemir?” You asked him, hugging the old witcher tightly. 

“Getting by. I’ve been anxious to meet the little one.” Vesemir’s eyes were on Nadia. She was still fast asleep. 

“She’s asleep right now.” You explained. “But you guys are staying through the night at least, right? You can see her when she wakes up.”

“Can you, um, Can you come with me to put Nadia in her room, Y/N?” Eskel asked you, rubbing her back to keep her asleep. 

You nodded your head and followed him back to Nadia’s room. You pulled the blankets back on her bed and fluffed her pillows. 

“I-I hope you don’t mind, but I already asked them to stay.” Eskel placed her down on the bed. “We have plenty of room, and I-I think…. I really think it would be nice for them to stay here. To be with us for the winter.”

“The whole winter?” You smiled.

Eskel nodded his head. 

“I know I should’ve talked to you about it first, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I just- I didn’t think about it in the moment. It just sort of happened.”

“Oh, love. There’s nothing to worry about.” You shook your head, embracing him in a tight hug. “They’re your family, our family. I’d be happy to have them stay with us for the winter.”

Eskel’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his large hands splayed out across your back. He buried his nose in your hair. 

“Thank you, doll.”

“No need to thank me. But we will need to clean out the spare rooms. And Lambert and Geralt will have to share a room. We have the cot to pull out from underneath the bed in the one room, so one of them can sleep on that and the other can have the spare bed. But I’ll leave it to them to fight it out on who sleeps where.”

“We can get sleeping arrangements settled in a bit. I’m sure they’d be glad to get something to eat.”

***

You moved around the table, making sure everyone’s bowls were still full of soup and their tankards had plenty of ale. 

“You can sit down, Y/N. You don’t have to wait on us.” Vesemir told you. 

“I don’t mind.” You shook your head a little. “I like to stay busy.”

“It’s hard to get Y/N to sit still for too long, Vesemir.” Eskel said. You smiled at him as you passed behind him, your hand brushing along the top of his shoulders. 

“How old is the little one?” The old wolf asked. 

“Two years old. She’ll be three come spring.”

Vesemir let out a sigh, shaking his head. 

“Can’t believe I missed almost three years already.”

“They’ll have another one soon enough, Vesemir.” Lambert said. 

“You’re a funny one, Lambert.” Eskel chuckled, shaking his head. “Nadia is enough for the both of us.”

“Oh come on! Not even one more?”

“You have one and then see if you want to have another one.” You took your seat next to Eskel.

“Is she a light sleeper?” Vesemir asked.

“Hardly. Sleeps like a log.” Eskel turned his head to look towards the hallway. He had been listening to his daughter’s heart beating since he put her to bed. It brought on a sense of serenity to hear the steady thump of her little heart. “Always has, hasn’t she, Y/N?”

“Even when she was a newborn.” You nodded, placing your hand on Eskel’s arm. “She’s not a very fussy baby.”

“Those are few and far between. But it doesn’t surprise me. Eskel was never a fussy child. Always quiet and content. Well, until Geralt came along. Then anywhere in the keep there was trouble, I knew those two boys were behind it.”

“Eskel wasn’t all that sweet and innocent.” Geralt rolled his eyes. 

“Was too.” Eskel countered. 

***

A few hours had passed. Dinner was over but everyone still sat around the table, chatting and bickering and catching up. 

You were sleepy, but you didn’t want to go to bed just yet. You enjoyed the wolves’ company and wanted to spend as much time with them as you could. 

Your chair had been scooted as close to Eskel as possible and you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Your eyes were fluttering shut, growing heavy with exhaustion when the witchers fell silent. 

You lifted your head, rubbing your eyes before looking at them to see why they had suddenly gone quiet. 

All four of them were looking in the direction of the hallway, yellow eyes focused on the empty space. They had heard the soft sound of tiny feet against the floor. 

“Eskel, what is it?” You asked him, your hand squeezing his arm. 

“She’s awake.”

“This late?” You frowned and rose to your feet. But his hand took hold of yours, preventing you from moving towards the hallway. 

“Just hold on, doll.” He spoke quietly, nodding towards Vesemir, who sat directly across from you two. 

The old witcher had yet to meet his granddaughter. Geralt met Nadia back when she was first born and Lambert had met her over the summer, but Vesemir never got the chance to meet the newest addition to the family. 

Realizing what Eskel was asking of you, you nodded your head and sat back down into your chair. 

A few moments later, Nadia came padding out of her room. One of the sleeves of her nightgown was pushed all the way up above her elbow while the other sat normally at her wrist. Her hair was falling from the braid Eskel had put it into earlier in the night. She must’ve been sleeping rough. 

“Mommy?”

“Right here, love.”

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She looked in the direction of your voice, but she didn’t look at you. She caught sight of Geralt first. Her little brows furrowed together just slightly in confusion. Then she looked at Lambert. After staring at him for a few moments, she scrunched her nose up at him and giggled. 

“She remembers me.” He said the words quietly, a little smile playing on his lips. 

Her eyes fell on Vesemir. She brushed her hair out of her face with both hands and moved quickly to you, eager to get into your lap. The second she was in your lap, she buried her face in your chest. 

“I know you’re sleepy, love, but daddy and I want to introduce you to a couple people.” You rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. “Can you lift your head for a moment, Nadia?”

She didn’t listen immediately. But at her own pace, she lifted her head and shyly looked over in the direction of your three guests. Then she turned her head to look at Eskel. Wordlessly, she reached her arms out for him. 

“Hello, love.” He took her into his arms, holding her securely on his lap. 

“You remember Uncle Lambert, don’t you?” You pointed to Lambert. 

Nadia looked at him, scrunching her nose up. 

“Hi, squirt.” Lambert smiled at her. 

She tucked her nose into Eskel’s neck, wrapping her arms tightly around him. 

“She’s a shy one.” Geralt commented, smiling softly.

“She is.” You nodded. “Nadia, that’s daddy’s second brother. That’s Uncle Geralt.”

Eskel tapped her back until she lifted her head. 

“Can you say hi to Uncle Geralt for me?” He asked her. 

“Hi, Uncle Geralt.” She whispered. 

“Hi, Nadia.”

“And this is Papa Vesemir.” Eskel pointed to Vesemir. “Say hi Papa Vesemir.”

“Hi, Papa Vesi….” She only got part of the way through his name before trailing off and mumbling. 

Lambert chuckled, turning his head away from Nadia so she wouldn’t see that he was laughing at her. He didn’t want to offend the kid. 

“Hello, Nadia.” Vesemir smiled at her. “My, you do look just like your father.”

She smiled shyly and turned her head to put her face in Eskel’s shoulder. 

“I think she looks like Y/N.” Eskel said. “She’s got her nose.”

“But she’s got your hair.” You reached out to brush your fingers over Nadia’s hair. 

“Mommy?” Nadia whispered, turning her head so she could only see you. “Sleepy.”

“I am too, love.” You stood up and rubbed her back. She held her arms out for you, allowing you to pick her up. Your eyes flickered to Eskel. “I’ll take her to bed. She needs to sleep.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asked.

“No, no.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “Stay out here. Spend time with them.”

You leaned down carefully to kiss him and let him give Nadia goodnight kisses. 

“Good night, gentlemen.” You waved to Lambert, Geralt, and Vesemir. “Nadia, will you tell everyone good night?”

“Good night.” She muttered into your shoulder. 

As you disappeared down the hallway, Eskel’s eyes remained where he had last seen you. 

“She’ll get better once she warms up to you guys.” He explained, absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, Eskel. She’s young and we’re strangers.” Vesemir shook his head softly. “You must be very proud, son.”

Eskel nodded his head a little, smiling. 

“I am.”

***

The next morning, you woke up with Eskel’s arms wrapped securely around you. His face was tucked into your neck. You smiled, turning your head to look over your shoulder. 

“Hmm.” He groaned softly at your movements, arms tightening around you just a little.

“I should be getting up. Breakfast needs to be made.” You rubbed the back of his arm that stretched across your torso. 

His arms released you, but not before he kissed your neck. 

“You think Nadia will warm up to them before they leave?” You sat up and brushed your hair out of your face. “You know how shy she can be.”

“She warmed up to Lambert within a couple days.” Eskel watched you slip out of bed and move to the wardrobe. “Just give her time. Vesemir is good with kids. And Geralt…. Well, he’s not bad with them.”

As you changed into something for the day and fixed your hair, Eskel remained in bed, watching you while his mind wandered. You were finishing up your hair when his ears picked up on something. It was the sound of Nadia’s laughter. 

Eskel sat up, turning his head to look at the door. 

“What is it?” You asked him. 

“I don’t…. I don’t know. Nadia, she’s laughing at something.” 

He stood up and moved towards the door. You followed behind him down the hallway. 

Eskel stopped at the end of the hall. You peaked around his shoulder.

Vesemir sat in front of the fireplace with Nadia, telling her a story. She seemed completely entranced by whatever it was he was saying. Her eyes were focused on him as he spoke of a “magical place” he had been to.

You placed your hand between Eskel’s shoulder blades, your thumb tracing circles over his bare skin as you smiled at the sight. 

“Wild horses were everywhere, I tell you. And there were more flowers than I had ever seen in all my life!”

“Did you ride them?” Nadia asked, sitting up on her knees. 

“Ride what, dear?”

“The horsies.”

“Oh, no. I had a horse of my own. Maximus was his name.”

“That monster.” Lambert muttered from the kitchen table.

“He was a good horse.” Vesemir told him. 

“Every time I tried to brush him down, he’d bite me!”

Nadia giggled. 

“You probably deserved it.” Vesemir turned his attention to you and Eskel. He stood up from the floor, grunting. “I see you’ve finally woken up, wolf. Your brothers and I are preparing for a hunting trip. Would you care to join us?”

“Daddy! Mommy!” Nadia jumped to her feet and ran over to you both. 

“Good morning.” Eskel greeted her, rubbing her back as she hugged his legs. “How long are you planning on being out?”

“Not long. Just for the day. If we’re going to be staying here, we want to do our share and help put food on the table.”

Eskel turned his head to look at you. 

“Go.” You encouraged, smiling softly. “Ms. Nadia and I will be fine here. Spend time with them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You put your hand on his arm. 

“Okay.” He nodded. “When do we leave?”

“As soon as you’re ready.”

“Give me just a few minutes to get some things together.”

Nadia let Eskel go, moving to hug you as her father went back to the bedroom. 

“Mommy? Why Papa call daddy wolf?” Nadia whispered, tugging at your shirt. 

You picked her up, holding her on your hip. 

“Because that’s just what they call each other. Daddy calls his brothers that sometimes and sometimes they call him that too.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s soft like a puppy, squirt.” Lambert moved across the room, passing by the both of you. 

Nadia giggled, tucking her face into your neck. 

“What will you do while we’re gone, Y/N?” Vesemir asked. 

“I think me and Miss Nadia will make a few desserts for you all.” You looked down at Nadia. “How does that sound?” 

“Yeah!”

A few minutes later, Eskel emerged from the room in his witcher gear. Seeing him in the outfit made goosebumps break out across your skin. You hadn’t seen him wear the armor since before Nadia was born. 

You didn’t like the idea of him in it. But he was going hunting. The armor would keep him safe should anything happen. 

“Go say bye to daddy, Nadia.” You placed her on her feet and watched her waddle to him. 

She said her goodbyes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

You watched him as he moved towards you. You didn’t realize a frown had found its way to your lips. 

“Don’t be like that, doll.” He pulled you in for a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Hate seeing you in that.” You murmured, pressing your hand against his chest. 

“There was a time when you loved this thing on me.” He grinned just a little, the scarred corner of his lips pulling up. 

“.... I do love how it looks on you. Don’t like what it means you’re doing.”

“We aren’t hunting monsters.” Eskel rubbed your side. 

“I know.” You sighed gently. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” Vesemir moved towards the front door. “We will not let any harm come to him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Lambert rolled his eyes. “First chance I get, I’m pushing him into a draconid nest.”

Geralt elbow the youngest witcher in the side. 

“Thank you, Vesemir.” You ignored Lambert. 

You watched as Eskel moved onto Nadia, kneeling down to her height. 

“See you in a little bit, love.”

“Bye, daddy.” She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead. 

Then as the band of witchers moved towards the door, she came to your side and took your hand.

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“For fuck’s sake, Y/N!” The witcher cried out from behind you.

In desperate need of a bowl that rested just out of your reach, you had stepped up on to a step stool to be able to get the bowl. Your ever protective husband had, of course, walked in only to see you on your tip toes reaching high above your head.

His hands found your sides, urging you to return to the safety of the floor at once.

“How was your nap, my love?” You asked him, turning to face the witcher.

“Oh, it was great until your heart started beating fast. What the hell do you think you’re doing climbing like that?” One of his large hands found your stomach.

“I need that bowl.” You pointed to the top shelf.

“Why? Don’t we have other bowls?”

“We do…. But I just wanted that one.” You smiled sheepishly.

Lambert sighed and shook his head.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He pressed a kiss to your head. “Go sit. I’ll get the bowl.”

“I’m going to make oats with the berries from the garden.”

“I’ll make it for you.”

A part of you wanted to object. You could make oats and berries for yourself. But this was Lambert’s way with dealing with his worries. He thought far too much about what could happen, about what might happen should he let you do anything. Any little thing could be a danger to you and your unborn child. The horrors of his past filled him with anxiety about his future.

“Alright, love.” You kissed his shoulder and moved to sit at the table. “I want honey in it as well.”

“Honey, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, honey, and a little bit of brown sugar.”

You smiled at him, nodding your head.

“You remembered how I liked it.”

“Of course I do. This is all you eat.”

You absentmindedly rubbed your stomach while you waited for him to make your food.

“I’m going to go outside and pick a few more berries, okay?

“Are there any left over from when we went out earlier this morning?” Lambert looked over his shoulder.

“They were my snack.” You stood up, moving to hug him from behind.

“I’ll go out with you-,”

“I love you, Lambert, but it’s okay.” You allowed him to turn around in your arms so he could face you. “A little fresh air won’t kill me.”

“But there might be a wild animal out there.”

“We’ve got a fence around the entire yard.”

He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head softly.

“I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”

“Nothing will happen to me. I’m safe here.” You leaned up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be just a few minutes.”

“You have five minutes.”

“What if I don’t make it back in those five minutes?” You raised your brows as you took a few steps away from him.

“Then I’m going to come out there and haul you back inside.”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head.

***

The sun was warm as it hit your skin. You swear you’d never grow tired of the pleasant spring weather that this year had brought.

You made your way around the cottage, following the trail that led into the edge of the woods. Lambert didn’t want the garden to be too close to the house as the produce could draw in animals of all kinds.

You hummed to yourself as you rubbed your stomach, your eyes gliding around the edge of the woods.

“I’m tellin’ ya lads! This is the witcher’s home!” A hushed voice spoke.

You furrowed your brow as you neared the woods. Your garden wasn’t very far away from where you were. In fact, you could see the gate to it from where you stood. But instead of being shut and latched, it was wide open.

“Fuck that witcher. He’s a prick.” Another voice spoke.

“You know he’s got a wife too.”

“Fuck her too! The monster fucker and that mutant bastard don’t belong here!”

You could spot three men in your garden, picking the very vegetables and fruits that you had grown yourself!

Your hand came up to your stomach. Instead of confronting them like you wanted to, you knew it would be best to just go get Lambert. He could handle the trio of thieves.

You turned to head towards your home when something rummaged through the bushes next to you, startling you. You jumped and gasped audibly, catching the attention of the three men.

“Hey!”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“It’s her! The mutant fucker!”

You tried to run, to make a mad dash for your house, but those thieves were faster.

An arm wrapped tightly around you, forcing you backwards. A hand slapped over your mouth, forcing you to be silent.

“Now, now, woman. Can’t have you go off to your witcher.” The man spoke in your ear.

“What are we going to do with her?” One of the men asked.

“We could kill her!”

You cried out behind the man’s hand, shaking your head and trying your damnedest to get free.

“No, no. We won’t do that. But perhaps if she were to go missing, the witcher would pay good money for her safe return.” The one holding you chuckled.

“A ransom!”

“Yeah! That’s brilliant.”

You bit the hand that covered your mouth, making the man throw you to the ground.

“Stupid whore!” The man brought his leg back as if he was going to kick you. You tensed up, bringing your arm up to cover your stomach. Just as you were sure you were going to be kicked, a familiar rumble shook the ground and the man was thrown backwards.

Lambert had casted Aard from where he stood just a few feet behind you.

“Witcher!” Someone cried out.

You had no chance to speak to him as he moved quickly to fight the remaining two men, almost effortlessly taking them down.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up. You were trembling, shaking with fear and adrenaline. You and your baby had almost been hurt in your own backyard. You just wanted to pick fruit from your garden.

When the threat was eliminated, Lambert knelt down to you. Tears welled in your eyes as you gazed up at him.

“I-I didn’t- I didn’t think anything would happen.” You whispered, shaking your head as you looked past him to the body of the man who had tried to kick you.

Lambert was quick to stop you. With two knuckles beneath your chin, he turned your head back to him.

“Let’s get inside.” He wiped the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumb then kissed your hair, silently reassuring you that he was right there.

***

Your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself as Lambert locked the front door.

“Do you want to sit down at the table, bug?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Will you lay down with me?”

“Of course.” Lambert let you lead the way to the bedroom. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

“I don’t think so. Just shook up. You got there before anything could happen."

You clambered into bed. Lambert was right behind you, not giving you more than a second to get comfortable before he was trying to suffocate you in the most loving way possible.

"Can you still hear the baby?" You sniffled. You were always a bit jealous that he got to hear your precious little baby's heart beating from inside you. But now you were thankful that you couldn't. If you heard the baby's heart stop-

"Yeah." He nodded. "I.... I can't tell you what I'd do if I couldn't hear them anymore."

“I love you, bug, but that is why I don’t want you going anywhere without me.”

“Shut up.” You turned your head away from him. Now wasn’t the time for him to pull the ‘I told you so’ card.

“Y/N, I’m serious.” Lambert came to rest on his stomach next to you. His hand found your stomach, rubbing soothing circles over your belly. “I-I’ve seen far too much…. too much bad shit happen to people in places where it should have never happened. Nowhere is safe when you’re carrying our child, not unless I am with you.”

You looked at him, nodding your head softly.

He put his head on your chest, closing his eyes for a few moments. Your hand came up to brush through his dark hair.

“For a split second when I saw that ass standing over you…. I thought that I was too late.” His voice was quiet. “I-I thought that I wasn’t…. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to save you or that something had happened to the baby.”

“You made it in time.” You reminded him.

“But I didn’t know that then. And I’ve never felt fear like that in my entire life. I swear, in all my life…. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“I’m sorry.” You leaned your head down to kiss his forehead.

He shook his head softly.

“I’m just…. I’m glad you’re both okay.” He tucked his nose into your neck. “I can’t lose either of you. I think I’d lose my fucking mind.”

“Watch your mouth. She’s at that age where she could pick up on words.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” Lambert sighed, bouncing her up and down just a little. “Say dada.”

“Mama!” She wore the brightest smile on her lips, almost as if she knew what she was doing.

“Dada.”

“Mama!”

“Almost. So close! Just a little different. Dada.”

“Mama!”

Lambert groaned and leaned down to blow a raspberry on her tummy. She erupted into a fit of giggles and laughter.

“I think she likes your little game.” You smiled.

“It’s not a game.” He scowled at you. “This is very serious. She’s been saying mama for like two weeks now.”

“Mama!”

“Maybe she’s just mama’s girl.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Lambert sent you a brief glare.

“Don’t listen to her, Eva. We both know I’m your favorite.” He whispered. “I think the only reason she said mama so soon is ‘cause you feed her boobjuice.”

“Oh gods, Lambert. Never call breastfeeding that ever again, or I will divorce you.” You cringed. Lambert chuckled, then turned his attention back to Eva.

“Can you say dada?”

Eva paused for a moment, almost like she was thinking of trying to figure out what she wanted to say.

“Dada.” Lambert tried again. “You can do it! Dada. Watch my mouth. Da-da! Da-da!”

“Mama!”

“You little shit.”

“Shit.” Eva repeated.

Your eyes widened.

Lambert snickered.

“Well, she’s learning new words. So that’s…. that’s good right?”

You glared at him.

“Da….!” Eva kicked her feet, accidentally hitting his stomach.

“Good girl, Eva!” You praised her before returning to the kitchen.

“At least she didn’t say boobjuice.”

Eskel

Eskel used the back of his hand to wipe the sheen of sweat from his forehead. He paused his work on the fence to your garden for a moment to look in your direction.

You sat comfortably beneath the large oak tree in the yard. Lil Bleater and a couple of the other goats sat around you. In the grass just between your outstretched legs was one-year-old Nadia. She was sitting up on her own, playing with a wooden block she had insisted on bringing outside.

You read to her from a storybook given to her by Jaskier, though Nadia didn’t seem very interested in the book. She was far too focused on her father.

“You should come take a breath, love.” You told him.

Eskel didn’t need much convincing.

“Bleater, if you bust that fence one more time–,”

The elderly goat bleated rather loudly, cutting Eskel off.

He grinned as he laid down in front of you on his stomach. This put him more at Nadia’s level.

“She’ll be sleeping outside.” You rubbed Bleater’s flank. She looked back at you as if she understood, and snorted, though you knew very well that you’d never make the goat sleep outside.

Nadia cooed as she watched Eskel, leaning forward.

“Hi, love.” He smiled at her, reaching out to brush his fingers along the back of her hand.

She giggled, kicking her feet excitedly.

Eskel plucked a small purple wildflower from the ground and offered it to her. Her eyes widened with fascination. She reached out to take the flower.

“Da.” She cooed quietly.

Eskel’s lips parted. His eyes darted back to you, unsure if he heard correctly.

“Nadia, did you say daddy?” You looked down at her.

She was too focused on the purple flower to pay attention to you.

Eskel watched her for a few more moments before tapping her little foot. She lifted her gaze up to meet his, giggling at him.

“Daaa!” She moved to crawl towards him.

Eskel turned over on to his back and pulled her on to his chest.

“Good job, my love.” He kissed her head.

Geralt

You sat in bed reading, your index finger serving as a guide to where your eyes should be. Your dear husband was laying across the bed with Bram between his forearms. Geralt was gently blowing raspberries on to the infant’s stomach, listening to him giggle and laugh.

Every now and then, you found yourself looking at your two boys. Geralt was absolutely adoring his son. There was nothing in this world that made the brooding witcher smile more.

“Shouldn’t he be speaking soon, dove?” Geralt asked. He dipped his head down to blow against Bram’s bare tummy. He kicked his feet and giggled and cooed. The noises he made were music to your ears.

“He speaks now.”

“No, no. I mean words.” Geralt shook his head. A few strands of hair fell from behind his ear. Bram saw the silvery white strands and took the chance to grab them. Geralt winced, carefully pulling his hair from Bram’s hold.

“Well, he’ll learn from us.” You put the book down and turned your attention to your husband and son. “He’ll learn that you’re daddy soon enough. And that I’m mommy.”

Geralt turned his head to steal a quick kiss from you. Bram cooed and reached out to grab at the laces on Geralt’s shirt.

“Daa!” He squealed, tugging excitedly on the string.

Geralt furrowed his brow.

“What did he say?”

You looked at Bram, waiting silently for him to speak again.

He continued to tug on the string and then when he noticed that Geralt was staring at him, he smiled widely.

“Daaaa.”

You placed your hand on Geralt’s back.

“Congratulations.” You kissed his cheek.

The White Wolf turned his head to look at you, letting out a laugh of disbelief.

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You smiled as you flipped through the book that rested on the table in front of you. Your fingertip trailed along the detail edging on the page, admiring the detail. 

The sound of the front door closing pulled you from your thoughts. You looked over momentarily to meet your husband’s gaze, smiling softly when he found your eyes. 

“Hello, darling.”

“Dove.”

“How was today’s market?” You closed the book. 

Geralt took his cloak off and hung it on the peg by the door. 

“Rather busy.”

You brushed your hand over the title, your heart swelling with an unnecessary amount of happiness. 

“Was Jaskier by? I can smell that gods awful perfume he wears.”

“He stopped in for a moment, but he had some errands to run.” You nodded. “Said he would be by later though. I rather like his perfume.”

“It’s potent.”

“It’s sweet.”

The witcher wrinkled his nose in disagreement. You smiled and patted the space at the table next to you. 

“Come see what he left for us.”

“If it’s another invitation to a banquet, I will pull my hair out.”

“I do miss going to those events with him.” You were mostly serious, but your tone was teasing. You knew your dear witcher wasn’t a fan of the formal functions his bard enjoyed. 

Geralt grumbled, pulling the chair out next to you. 

“But fear not, darling. It’s a gift for the baby.”

“Another gift? Every time he comes over, he has something.”

“He’s rather excited.” You placed your hand on Geralt’s arm. “But this…. This one is by far my favorite.”

You pushed the book over so that it was in front of Geralt. His brows drew together as he looked down at the object. 

“The White Wolf: The Adventures of Geralt of Rivia…. The fuck is this?”

“It’s a book containing all of the journeys you and Jaskier have been on.” You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips as you read the title page with him. The gold letters against the white cover were marvelous and definitely one of your favorite parts of the book. Just beneath the title was a carving of the medallion for the School of the Wolf. 

“Why?”

“Why? Because it’s exciting!”

“My travels with Jaskier shouldn’t be shared with the baby.” Geralt tried to get up but you stopped him, your hand reaching out for his arm. 

“Geralt, wait just a moment. At least look at what’s been done so far, please?”

Geralt sighed through his nose. 

“So far?”

“Jaskier has more he wants to add to it, but he wanted to have us take a look at it and maybe critique it if we want.”

“You want me to critique it?”

“I want you to sit down here and look at this book with me while I can still stand to sit in this uncomfortable chair.” You raised your brows just slightly. 

He gave in, returning to his seat with a displeased grumble. 

“What are you concerned about, love?” You turned towards him as best as you could. With your very pregnant stomach, it was hard to shift around on the wooden chairs too much. 

“You know what concerns me.” Geralt kept his eyes on the book. 

“But I would like for you to voice those concerns aloud.” You rubbed his arm. 

He said nothing for a few moments. After a few breaths, he finally spoke. 

“I don’t want the baby to know about what I’ve done.”

“You know Jaskier would never put anything in this book that you wouldn’t want in there.” You murmured. “After all, he is the one who has made the entire Continent come to know you as the White Wolf.”

“But I am the Butcher too.” Golden eyes flickered over to you. 

“Not to this baby, not to our child.” You smiled, shaking your head softly. “To our child, you are the White Wolf. A hero.”

Silently, Geralt leaned over to kiss your temple. 

“I was thinking of names earlier.” Your eyes found the book once more. “We know the baby is to be a boy. The midwife said so. I was thinking that…. that perhaps naming the baby after Jaskier wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

The corners of Geralt’s lips pulled up just a little as he watched you. When you looked up at him, taking his silence as hesitation, he looked away. 

“It is funny you say that…. When I had thought of names, that was the first thing I thought of when I thought of names for a boy.”

You smiled widely. 

“Not Jaskier, of course.” Geralt shook his head, making you laugh. 

“Julian is a lovely name.”

“It is, but it’s far to…. Aristocratic for us, don’t you think?”

“Perhaps.” You hummed, placing one hand on your stomach. “Perhaps we can call the baby something else. By the second name, maybe?”

Geralt nodded his head in agreement.

“Hello, hello!” Jaskier opened the front door without a warning. 

“Hello, Jaskier.” You smiled at him. 

“My darling, you still look amazing. Ah! Geralt! What do you think of the book?” Jaskier took the mandolin off of his shoulder and placed it on the table. 

Geralt offered a low grumble, still unsure of the book. 

“Have you got a minute, Jaskier?” You asked.

“For you, darling, I have all the time in the world.”

“Come have a seat. I’ll get you tea.”

“Oh, I can do that–,”

“No, no.” You waved your hand dismissively at him as you stood to your feet. 

While you walked over to where the kettle was hanging over the fire, you absentmindedly rubbed your back. It was rather awful sitting in that wooden chair for so long. 

Before you could even reach for the kettle, Geralt was grabbing it himself. 

“Geralt! I said I could–,”

“I know.” He placed the kettle down on the wooden countertop. “I just don’t like you being so close to the fire.”

You placed your hand on his arm for a moment before he walked away to return to the table with Jaskier. 

You made tea for both of the men and yourself, then went to stand next to Geralt, finding it more comfortable to stand beside him rather than sit in that chair for one more second. Your hips couldn’t stand it. 

“We have something we’d like to share with you, Jaskier.” You smiled brightly.

“Is it good?”

“Yes. It’s in regards to the baby.”

Jaskier’s face lit up.

“Is it twins?”

“Oh, gods.” The witcher groaned. You rubbed his shoulder. 

“No, it isn’t.” You giggled. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Jaskier was far more excited than both you and your husband about the baby. “It’s about his name. As we know, it’s to be a boy. Geralt and I…. We’ve decided on a name.”

You paused, squeezing your husband’s shoulder just slightly. You wanted him to continue, to speak up. 

Geralt cleared his throat. 

“We’ve chosen to name him after you, Jaskier, to name him Julian.”

Jaskier looked between you both, unsure that he had heard correctly. The smile had fallen from his lips, replaced with a more solemn look. 

“Are-Are you sure? I mean, naming-naming your child– your firstborn nonetheless– is an important matter–,”

“We are positive, Jask.” Geralt cut him off. 

Jaskier stood from his seat, trying to fight back tears as he smiled, and moved to hug you both. 

“Thank you.”

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Lambert’s mouth dropped open and he sat forward on his seat.

“You just said it!” He exclaimed, his heart racing in his chest. “Ha ha! Wait until your mother hears that your first word was da-,”

“Fuuuuck!” 

All the excitement came to a halt very suddenly as Eva squealed at that pitch that made Lambert’s sensitive ears ring. He winced, bringing one hand up to an ear. 

Eva looked down at the plate of cookies that sat to her right. Lambert had put the cookies next to her and allowed her to eat as many of them as she wanted. It was keeping her occupied and she seemed rather happy with the sweet treats. 

She picked one cookie up and took a bite.

“Eva, love, you can’t say that.” Lambert whispered, leaning forward on the chair so that he could reach her. He pulled her to the edge of the table and brushed a few crumbs from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “You can’t say that word, sweetheart, or mommy will beat daddy’s ass when she gets home.”

“Daaa.” Eva cooed, looking up at him. She reached out to place her hand on his cheek. 

The witcher found himself leaning into her little touch. 

“Ass!” 

“Eva!” Lambert groaned.

His ears picked up the sound of horse hooves against the dirt road that led to the house. You were home. Slightly panicked, Lambert looked towards the front door while Eva clapped her hands together. 

“Asssss! Asssss!” She blew bubbles as she giggled at Lambert’s exasperated groan.

“You are gonna get me in so much trouble, kid.” He sighed. 

Lambert knew he had  just a few minutes before you got into the house. You had to put the horse away. 

“Do you want another cookie, Eva?” Lambert took the last cookie from the plate and held it in front of Eva. 

“Fuck!”

“No, Eva. A cookie. Coo-kee. A cookie. Can you look at my mouth?” He pointed to his mouth while he said the word. “Say it with me, Eva. Cook-,”

“Fuck!”

“Shit.” The witcher cursed. 

Eva took the cookie from him and began to eat it. 

A few minutes later, the front door opened and you walked in. 

“Hi, bug.” Lambert greeted you. 

Eva let out a high pitched deafening squeal, dropping what was left of her cookie on to the table. Lambert moved her from the table to the floor and watched her waddle over to you. 

You had just enough time to put the items in your hands down before Eva threw herself at you. 

“Hi, pretty girl.” You brushed a few crumbs off of her top. 

“She has been a handful all day.” Lambert sighed, laying his head down on the table. 

“I’ll say. It looks like you let her eat the entire batch of cookies I made last night.”

“Fuck!” Eva giggled.

Your eyes shot over to Lambert. He jumped to his feet, holding his hands up. 

“I have no idea where she got that from, bug.”

“Daaa! Shit!”

“Ev, what did we talk about before mommy got here-,”

“Fuck!”

“Lambert!”

“Bug, I’ll tell you what.” Lambert put his hands on his hips. “It is hard to watch her and myself. I don’t know how you do it.”

You looked down at Eva. She put a couple of her fingers in her mouth, cooing softly. 

“Whatever are we going to do with him, Eva?”

Geralt drew his brows together just a little. It was a little odd that you’d announce that to him. Lana was a social butterfly and always had her friends coming over for dinner. 

“Okay…. Is there anything you’d like me to do about that?”

“Just be here and be nice to our guest. Lana really likes them.” You rubbed your hands together. You were worried he didn’t understand you, so you repeated yourself. “She really likes them, Geralt.”

He squinted his eyes at you, feeling a little confused. But then as he said the words over and over in his head, it dawned on him what you meant. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. 

“Eskel and Lambert will be joining us for dinner tonight as well.”

You sighed but didn’t object. You couldn’t say no to having them over, but you knew why Geralt said what he had. 

He wanted his brothers there to help him intimidate Lana’s date. 

“Make sure Lambert is on his best behavior.”

The White Wolf nodded and started to open the front door but you stopped him. 

“Geralt?” You took a few steps towards him, putting the rag in your hands aside. He looked back to you, his brows creased together with a new worry that plagued his mind. “There’s no need to be overbearing or overprotective tonight, love. I promise.”

“M’not being any different than I am any other time.” He muttered.

“Yes, but I just don’t want you to scare Lana’s date away.” You closed the space between yourself and him. You brushed your hands over his shoulders, eyes flickering down to the medallion on his chest. “She’s nervous for you to meet them.”

“Why?” He grunted.

“Because the second you hear that she’s interested in someone, you have to hunt them down and find out everything about them.”

“I just want her safe.”

“And she just wants you to trust her judgement.” You looked up at him. He grunted at your words. “Just promise me you’ll be nice.”

“M’always nice.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving through the front door.

***

A little bit later, you sat around the kitchen table with Geralt, Lambert, Eskel, and Jaskier. Quiet conversation had been made as everyone waited patiently for Lana to arrive. 

Geralt, however, was beginning to get impatient. You sat next to him, glancing over to him every now and then just to check on him. Sometimes you were sure he’d worry himself to death over your fifteen year old daughter. 

He lifted his head, perking up at the sound of something your human ears couldn’t detect.

“Here comes trouble.” Lambert announced, following Geralt’s gaze to look at the door. 

Seconds later, it opened and in walked Lana and her guest. 

“Hello, girls.” You stood up, smiling softly as you moved to greet them. You embraced Lana first, kissing her cheek and squeezing her tightly. Then you moved on to Astrid to hug her. You had met her once before and she was a lovely young girl. “Good evening, Astrid. So lovely that you could join us tonight. Please, come sit!” 

Lana was holding Astrid’s hand, their fingers laced together. 

No one seemed to notice this at first except Jaskier. He spotted it and smiled a little, glancing down to Geralt, who appeared a little confused. Jaskier shook his head and refrained from sighing. Geralt had a bad habit of not picking up on things as quick as he probably should. 

“You’re late.” Lambert crossed his arms, faking disapproval as he shook his head and clicked his tongue. “And grounded.”

“Hello to you too, Uncle Lambert.” Lana smiled, moving around the table to greet everyone. She put a hand on his shoulder and then moved on to Eskel. “Hi, Uncle Eskel.”

“Hey, kid.” He returned her smile though his was a little smaller. 

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?” Jaskier raised his brows as she approached his chair. 

A soft blush rose to Lana’s cheeks. She looked back to Astrid, who lingered by the door clasping her hands together in front of herself. 

“I will in a second, Uncle Jaskier. Be patient.” She muttered shyly. 

Finally, she reached her father’s chair. 

“Hi, daddy.” She smiled a little nervously, wrapping one arm around the front of his chest and leaning down over his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Your mother is the one who made dinner.” Geralt turned his head to kiss her cheek.

“Sorry, mom.” Lana’s eyes flickered over to you. 

“It’s alright, love. Come have a seat, Astrid.” You gestured to the empty chair across from yourself. This would put her next to Geralt. He was adamant that Lana’s guest sit right next to him. 

Lana sat down on the other side of Astrid and on the other side of Lana was Eskel. 

Lana leaned over to whisper something to Astrid. Geralt saw her hand go to Astrid’s knee and everything clicked. 

“Are you okay?” Lana asked Astrid low enough in hopes that no one could hear. But Geralt did. 

Astrid nodded her head, smiling softly. 

“Lana?” You looked to your daughter, raising your brows just slightly and nodding your head to encourage her. 

Lana nodded, understanding your unspoken words. She took a deep breath, her heart hammering against her chest. She looked down at her plate, which you had spooned out for her while she greeted her uncles. 

“I-I just- I’m so- I’m a little….” She stumbled over her words and eventually trailed off. Tears welled in her eyes and Geralt could hear the way her breath was getting caught in her throat. 

“It’s okay, dear heart.” Jaskier spoke gently to her, reaching across the table for her hand. Lana placed her hand in his, smiling as she looked at her uncle through a teary gaze. “We understand.”

“And we’re here for you.” Eskel added, putting his hand on her shoulder. 

“Thank you.” Lana whispered, leaning over to hug him as best as she could.  

“Just know that if you break her heart, Astrid, I’ve got a boot that can go up your ass-,”

“Lambert!” You and Lana shouted his name at the same time.

“What? I’m not treating her any different than I’d treat anyone else.” The witcher shrugged his broad shoulders. 

“Don’t let him scare you, Astrid.” Jaskier leaned towards her. “He likes to make people think he’s big and bad but he really isn’t.”

“Fuck off, Jaskier.”

Astrid giggled softly. 

“Lana, I remember years ago before your father ever met your mother, I was traveling with your father. Everywhere we went, people thought we were lovers.”

Geralt’s eyes widened just slightly and his brows knit together in irritation as he glared at the bard. You did your best to hide the grin that threatened to break out across your lips. 

***

Dinner went over rather well. Jaskier and Lambert kept everyone amused with stories. Eskel would jump in once in a while to add something either of them missed. You listened and watched, eyes mostly flickering to your husband who was being more quiet than usual. 

He seemed tense and on edge. 

“Why don’t you boys help me clean up the table?” You suggested, looking down to Lambert and Jaskier. Eskel would help without needing to be asked. 

“We are your guests, Y/N. It’s not proper to have your guests clean.” Lambert teased. 

“Oh please, Lambert. You practically live here.” You gathered a few plates into your hands and went to the kitchen. The three boys followed you, leaving Geralt with Lana and Astrid. 

Lana shifted in her seat, looking over to Astrid, who also seemed a little nervous. 

“Are you feeling okay, daddy?” 

Geralt’s yellow eyes found his daughter’s hazel gaze. He nodded his head softly, a little smile coming to his lips. He stood up from the table, preparing to help you clean up but Lana stopped him.

“This is Astrid, daddy.” Lana put her hand on Astrid’s arm. “Astrid, this is my father Geralt of Rivia.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Astrid smiled at him timidly. “Lana has told me so much about you.”

Geralt wasn’t sure if he should shake her hand or hug her or what. He’d been in his head all evening, not focusing really on anything going on at the table. 

Lana noticed he seemed frozen. Whether it was from shock or displeasure, she wasn’t sure. But the smile on his lips was replaced by a disgruntled frown and his brows were drawn together. Her heart was racing in her chest as if it was trying to get away. She just wanted her father to like Astrid. 

Her eyes caught sight of you walking back into the dining room. 

“Mom! Dad’s being weird!”

You moved towards them, coming up behind Geralt. You placed your hand on the small of his back, peering up at your husband. He blinked at the contact and turned his head to look down at you.

“Is everything alright, love?” You asked him quietly, a little concerned.

“Yes, dove.” He nodded his head.

“Okay. You just froze up for a second.” You rubbed his back then kissed his shoulder. “I’m sure Lana would love it if you actually talked too.”

He grunted, watching you move away from him to gather a few plates and then go into the kitchen. 

The White Wolf turned his head to look at his young daughter. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered out an apology.

“It’s okay.” She smiled at him. 

“Hello, Astrid. It’s lovely to meet you.” Geralt nodded his head once to her. “I hope you’re treating her right, little dove.”

“I am, daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” Geralt smiled just a little. “If anyone ever gives you any trouble, come to me.”

“And we will kick their asses!” Lambert shouted from the kitchen. 

***

Once the kitchen was cleaned up, everyone migrated back to the table to carry on conversations. The topic was embarrassing stories about Lana. 

Her head was on the table and you sat next to her, rubbing her back while Astrid happily listened to anything and everything Lana’s uncles had to say.

As the topic switched to traveling and different cities the witchers and the bard had been in, you noticed the girls started to get sleepy. Lana was leaning against Astrid’s shoulder, her eyes struggling to stay open. 

“Why don’t we let the girls go to bed, boys?” You suggested, brushing your fingers through Lana’s hair. 

Lana nodded her head and stood up, moving around the table to give out hugs and kisses. 

“I’d like a moment with you, little dove.” Geralt stood up as she got to him. 

Lana nodded her head. She pointed Astrid in the direction of her room. After Astrid had gone into the bedroom, Geralt walked Lana to the hallway. 

“I just…. I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you.” He looked down at her. Lana smiled softly, tears coming to her eyes. She looked down but Geralt wouldn’t let that happen for too long. He hooked a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head up. “It took an incredible amount of courage for you to do what you did tonight.”

“I-I only- I thought you didn’t like her.” Lana admitted, her voice trembling as she looked up at him. “You were quiet all night. And-And you wouldn’t look at me.”

“That had nothing to do with her, little dove.” Geralt assured her, his gravelly voice gentle and soothing. “You know I have a bad habit of overthinking. I just…. Seeing the way you smiled at her made me think of everything that could happen. You could get your heart broken.”

“But so what? I’m young. It’s-It’s going to happen, daddy.”

“I just don’t want to see you go through something like that, little dove.” Geralt pulled her into his arms, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead. “And it reminded me that you’re growing up. You’re no longer the toddler that runs around. You’re becoming a young woman. Pretty soon, you’ll be leaving home to start your own life.”

“Daddy, you’re going to make me cry.” Lana stuffed her face into his chest. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, little dove.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head and gently squeezed her before letting her go. He watched her walk towards the door to her room. “And remember, little dove, I’m a witcher. I can hear everything.”

Lana’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. 

“Dad!”

***

You lifted your gaze from the book in your hands to watch your husband close the door to your room. There was a small grin on his face, one that no one else would be able to notice but you.

“What did you do?” You placed the book aside. 

“Just had a little talk with Lana.” He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his boots. 

“Don’t go embarrassing the poor girl, Geralt. Lambert and Jaskier do that enough.”

“I wasn’t trying to embarrass her. I just wanted to make sure she knew not to try any…. anything with Astrid.”

You shook your head with a sigh. 

“I like Astrid.” You told him, putting the book aside so you could cozy up next to him when he got into bed. “She’s a sweet girl.”

“Mhm.” Geralt nodded, climbing into bed. “Lana sure does seem to like her.”

“I’m proud of her.” You rested your head on his chest.

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