I don't know why but I'm thinking about the dad!witchers (specifically Lambert) trying to make their kids eat their greens and failing, and now I think you should too 😂
A/N: This literally has been in my box since 2020.... BUT BUT I left it in there because I loved the prompt but nothing ever came to me! Until now :) so uhh to the person who sent this in who is most likely not here anymore lol i am very sorry
Lambert
“Eva! Time for lunch, love!”
“Why don’t you ever call me for lunch?” Lambert grumbled as he took his seat at the table.
“Because you’re already sitting here.” You moved to kiss his head. “And because you can hear me call for Eva.”
“Next time, I won’t come unless you say my name.”
“Is that so?” You laughed. “I didn’t realize I had two toddlers.”
Eva padded into the room.
Lambert pulled the chair beside himself out for her and helped her on to it.
“What’s to eat, momma?”
“First, we have some salad.” You moved around to stand behind her chair so you could pull her messy hair back. “There’s lettuce, a little bit of spinach, broccoli, red peppers, tomatoes, and cheese.”
“What is that?” Eva pointed at her bowl at the piece of spinach.
“It’s spinach, love. It’s like lettuce.”
“Momma’s trying to poison us.” Lambert muttered.
You squeezed his shoulder to make him stop.
“Help her eat if she needs it, Lambert. I need to check the chicken.”
“I don’t want that.” Eva started to push her bowl away but Lambert stopped her.
“You at least have to try a little bite, okay, sweetheart? For momma?”
“No! Momma’s poisoning us!”
You glared at Lambert, who snickered.
“No, ah, no, Eva. She isn’t. Daddy was just joking. Here, look.”
As if to prove a point, Lambert took a big bite of his own salad. He, however, forgot that he didn’t like broccoli and you also forgot to not put them in his salad. So the witcher was stuck forcing it down as his young and impressionable daughter watched him carefully.
“See? It’s good. I promise.”
“It didn’t look good.”
“Just try it.” Lambert picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of lettuce and a piece of spinach, then offered it to her.
Eva hesitated, leaning away momentarily before giving in. She took the bite and chewed a little. She gagged suddenly, putting her hand over her mouth.
You moved towards her, ready to help her should she need it.
Eva didn’t gag again and finished the food.
“That was good!”
“What? You liked it?” Lambert asked her.
“Yeah!” She took her fork from him and began to eat the salad by herself.
He stared at her, confused by how she had reacted. Why had she just gagged if she actually liked it?
“She’s definitely your child.” You told him.
Eskel
You carefully cut the cucumber into thin slices, humming to yourself as you did so.
Outside, you could hear Nadia’s laughter as Lil Bleater chased her around the yard. Eskel was out there keeping a watchful eye on the pair as always. He was probably tending to something else too. Fixing a broken door somewhere or mending a fence that one of the goats or cows barged through.
A few minutes passed before your husband was ushering the youngster inside for a little break.
She sat atop his shoulders, giggling happily.
“Hi, momma!”
“Hi, my love.” You smiled up at her.
“Daddy has me on his shoulders!”
“I see that!”
“I think she’s just about worn all the goats out.” Eskel said.
“Poor goats.” You picked up a piece of cucumber to take a bite. “If only they could wear her down enough for a nap.”
“What’s that, momma?” Nadia asked you.
“Cucumber.” You offered a piece to her, but she hesitated.
“What does it taste like?”
“It’s really good.”
Eskel took Nadia off of his shoulders and placed her on the table instead, then went to wash his hands in the sink. They were a bit dirty and grimy from what he was doing outside.
“Have you ever had a cumber, daddy?”
Eskel turned his head to you as he chuckled.
“Yeah, love. I have.”
“Do you like them?”
“I do.”
“You want one?” Nadia pointed to the plate you had of sliced cucumber on the counter.
“Only if you eat one first.” Eskel reasoned. “You don’t have to like it, but it is good to at least try everything once.”
Nadia looked at the piece you were offering her and took it. The bite she took was probably a bit bigger than what she should’ve taken.
She chewed it up for a moment before her face scrunched up.
“Ew, daddy. It’s gross.”
“You don’t have to eat it, love.” He told her.
She shook her head, but finished the bite nonetheless, swallowing what was in her mouth.
“The texture was squishy. Why was it squishy?”
“Cucumbers are mostly water.” You explained.
“Good job for trying it, love.” Eskel kissed her head.
Geralt
You sat at the kitchen table across from Geralt, chatting with him while Bram played with a few toys in the floor.
“I think we should take a trip to see Vesemir before the first frost.” You told your husband.
He grumbled discontentedly.
“I don’t like to travel with Bram.”
“But he would certainly love it.” You took a bite of celery with peanut butter.
“I wouldn’t. There’s a lot of trouble that could be caused by the right people.”
Bram, as nosey as the very man he was named after, left his toys on the floor and decided to join you both at the table.
Little hands fisted his fathers clothes as he climbed up on to Geralt’s lap. Geralt placed his hand on Bram’s back to provide support should he need it.
“What’ve you got, momma?” The four year old leaned against the table with both hands so he could peer at the plate of celery sticks and the little bowl of peanut butter sitting in front of you.
“Celery and peanut butter.”
Bram held his hand out, signaling he wanted what you had.
“You have to ask if you want something, Bram.” Geralt reminded him.
“Can I have some?”
“Of course you can.” You smiled at him. You weren’t sure how he’d like the vegetable, but you would surely find out within a few moments.
You gave him one of the smaller sticks.
“Try it plain first to see if you like celery. Then if you do like it, you can have some with peanut butter.”
“I like peanut butter.”
“I know.”
Bram studied the celery, furrowing his brow.
“What is it, son?” Geralt asked him.
“Why is it so hard?”
“It isn’t as hard as it feels. Try it.” The White Wolf encouraged.
Bram took a bite. Once the stick crunched between his teeth, he gagged.
“Why is it so crunchy?”
“That’s just how celery is, Bram.”
“Did you like it?” Geralt asked.
“He gagged, love. I don’t think he did.”
Bram stared at the celery again, frowning. You could definitely see Geralt in his features. He was the spitting image of your husband.
Unwilling to admit defeat with the vegetable, Bram took another bite and this time, he didn’t gag. He widened his eyes and looked up at you.
“Mhm! This is good! Taste like…. It tastes like water!”
You giggled.
“Can I have the peanut butter now?”
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