#dad lambert

Lambert

You sat at the vanity in your room brushing out your hair. In the mirror, you could see your husband laying across the bed and staring at the ceiling. 

“What are you thinking about, love?”

He turned his head to look at you, letting out a soft breath. 

“Do you ever have days where you feel old as fuck?”

“I’m afraid we all do.” You offered him a little smile. You put the brush down on the vanity and turned around on the stool to face him. “What’s got you feeling so old?”

“It’s nothing.” He rubbed his face. “I just…. I can’t believe Eva can already walk around by herself and talk and…. Before you know it, she’ll be leaving us and going off to do her own thing.”

You opened your mouth to say something but the door to your room was pushed open. You never kept the door completely shut, but it had just been cracked open. 

Eva walked in with a tankard in her hands. 

“Well hello, little lady.” You greeted her. 

“Mommy! Daddy! I have dinner for you!”

“Dinner?” Lambert repeated, rolling over onto his stomach. “We had dinner earlier, kiddo.” 

“I have dinner!” She proudly stated, holding the tankard up. 

Eva approached the bed, offering the vessel to him. 

Lambert took it and looked inside. 

“For fuck’s sake.” He groaned. “What is in this, Eva Joan?”

“Juice and biscuits.” She brushed a few pieces of her hair back out of her eyes. 

Lambert sniffed the contents of the tankard. 

“What is it?” You asked him. You were almost too afraid to even ask. 

“Smells like rum…. And it looks like there’s pieces of a biscuit floating around in it…. And is that a rock, Eva?”

“Yeah.” Eva giggled. 

Lambert sighed, placing the tankard aside. 

“Alright, kiddo. You need to go to bed.” He got to his feet but the second he was standing up, Eva took off down the hallway. 

You shook your head. 

She was a night owl just like her father. 

Eskel

Nadia’s joyous laughter echoed throughout the house. 

You looked over to her, smiling as she mixed the contents of her bowl up.

“Momma! I need another strawberry!”

“Right here, love.” You picked up a piece of strawberry from the plate to her right and offered it to her. 

“Thank you.” She took a bite of the strawberry then put the rest of it into the bowl before her. 

The front door opened and in walked Eskel.

“Daddy!”

“Hi, my love.” He greeted Nadia.

“Breakfast is just about done.” You told him. 

“It smells amazing.” Eskel moved behind you, stopping for a moment to rest a hand on your hip and kiss the back of your head. 

“Blueberry pancakes and strawberry muffins.”

“Look what I made for you, daddy!” Nadia held her bowl up.

Eskel glanced to you out of the corner of his eyes as he took a few steps towards your daughter. 

“She’s been working hard on that.” You grinned.

He took the bowl so that he could properly inspect what was inside.

“It looks like…. I don’t even know what it is.” Eskel winced. The concoction was liquidy and light pink in color. 

“Berries and eggs.” Nadia answered him proudly, holding up a spoon for him.

“That would be strawberries and uncooked scrambled eggs.” 

Eskel’s eyes flickered up to meet yours. 

“She’s really quite the little chef, isn’t she?” You giggled. 

“She gets it from you.”

“Hey!”

Geralt

The feeling of a foot jamming into your ribs made you wince. You reached down to move the foot, but Bram was too quick. He stepped again and this time, the young child stepped right on to your arm. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!” He pounced on to the bed next to you on his knees, then leaned down to your face. 

You opened your eyes, smiling as you looked at him. 

“Good morning, love.”

“Morning.” Geralt’s deep voice spoke from beside you. 

Your husband easily grabbed Bram by slipping a hand underneath his stomach and lifting him up. Bram squealed in delight, giggling and kicking his feet as Geralt held him in the air. 

“It’s too early for romping around.” You rubbed your eyes, turning on to your back to look at them. 

Geralt put Bram down on the bed between you both. 

“Let’s go eat!” The energetic child scrambled to climb off of the bed. 

“Slow down a minute, love. We haven’t even gotten out of bed to make breakfast.” You told him. 

“I made breakfast!” He exclaimed happily. “I’ll bring it here!” 

You watched him run out of the room and to the kitchen. 

“He made breakfast.” Geralt repeated, putting his head back on the pillows. 

“The kitchen is probably a disaster.” You shifted closer to him, bringing your hand up to his chest. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”

“Then we don’t have to. I’ll read to Bram, and hopefully he falls asleep.”

“It’s too early for him to bed tired, love.”

“He’s been up for a while. I heard him stir, but after a few minutes, I went back to sleep.”

“Ah, so it’s your fault our kitchen is going to be a mess.” You giggled. 

“I’m coming.” Bram hurried into the room, carrying a rather large bowl. 

He out the bowl on the bed and then climbed on before walking across the bed to be between you and Geralt once more. 

You looked down at the bowl, brows furrowing together. 

“What is this, love?”

“An apple, one of Roach’s cookies, and a piece of pie!”

The apple was whole and sitting on top of the smashed piece of last night’s pie. One of the treats you had made for Roach last night was pushed into the pie.

You looked over to Geralt, who seemed equally unsure of the “meal” your son had made. 

“This looks…. very appetizing.” 

“You did amazing, darling.” You kissed Bram’s head. “Why don’t we go to the kitchen?”

“Yeah!” 

As Bram left the room ahead of you both, Geralt sighed. 

“We know who’s cooking skills he has.”

“Not mine, that’s for sure.” You giggled as you clambered out of bed. 

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“Well you know what helps me sleep?” Lambert pulled off his top, tossing it down on to the floor.

You frowned, looking down at the article of clothing.

“You pick that up, Lambert. I don’t want a mess–,”

“I’ll pick it up later. Yeesh.” He moved around to your side of the bed, plucking the book from your hands.

“That was rather rude.” You crossed your arms, trying your best to hide the grin that so desperately wanted to form on your lips.

“Yeah, yeah.”

With a flick of his wrist, the candles you kept around the room for times like this were lit and the fire in the hearth lessened.

“I think we should have Eskel take Eva for the weekend.” Lambert climbed on to the bed, straddling your thighs. You giggled at the positions you were in. Usually they were reversed with you straddling him.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d want to stress Eskel out like that. Eva is quite a handful compared to Nadia.”

“Eskel’s a saint.” Lambert leaned down to kiss you. “He’s got the patients of…. Of…. Whatever has patients like he does. I don’t want to talk about him in bed.”

“You’re the one who brought him up.”

“Don’t sass me.” Lambert kissed your lips.

In one swift movement, he rolled you both over so that he was on bottom and you were on top.

His hands started to push your nightgown up, fingertips trailing along your thighs.

But the moment didn’t last long.

“Fuck. The little devil is coming.” He grumbled. He could hear your daughter's footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Damn it.” You climbed off of him with little grace. Lambert gave you a push and threw the duvet over you in case you weren’t covered entirely.

“Mommy?” Eva pushed your bedroom door open.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” You turned your head to look at the door.

“Don’t tell daddy, but I think there’s a spider in my room.”

Eskel

You placed the empty bowl down on the counter and turned to check the oven when you bumped into your husband.

“Oh! Eskel, I didn’t hear you.”

“Sorry, doll.” He offered you a sheepish smile.

“Where’s Nadia?” You asked as you moved around him to get to the oven.

“She’s laying down for her nap.”

“Finally.” You laughed a little. The two pies that were in the oven appeared to need a little more cooking.

Eskel didn’t let you move past him this time. His arm reached out and wrapped around you before pulling you into his body. He pressed a kiss to your lips and then to your neck. His large hands gripped the back of your thighs. With little effort, he hoisted you up onto the counter top.

“Eskel!” You whispered loudly, playfully swatting at his chest. “Nadia–,”

“She’s asleep.” He assured you. “Just let me give you attention please.”

“Eskel, love. I’ve got things in the oven. I can’t let them burn.”

“I’ll help you make more later if something happens to them.” He pulled you to the edge of the counter, arms securely wrapping around you. “Please, doll. I miss this. I just want to kiss you.”

You tilted your head to the side as he continued to kiss at your neck. This allowed him more access to your neck. Goosebumps broke out across your skin.

“That’s how we ended up with Nadia.” You teased him, turning your head to kiss the side of his neck. A chuckle rumbled in his chest.

His hands began to work at your skirt, pulling the material up.

“One more wouldn’t hurt.”

“Not while she’s so young.” You pulled away from him in an attempt to make eye contact with him but he was far too interested in leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

“We could handle it.”

The sound of little footsteps coming down the hallway made you tense up. Eskel could hear them too. He moved your skirt back into place and stepped away from you, clearing his throat.

You looked over your shoulder to see Nadia coming into the kitchen.

“You should be sleeping, Miss Nadia.” Eskel told her.

“Can’t sleep.” She frowned, shaking her head. “Will you come lay with me, mommy?”

You shared a glance with Eskel.

“You take care of the pies. I’ll go lay down with her.”

“Of course.” He nodded. He held a hand out for you to help you down from the counter. Before you could slip away, he pulled you in to kiss your temple. “Tonight, we’ll pick up where we left off.” He promised, the words whispered against your skin.

“You’re a troublemaker.” You shook your head with a giggle, teasingly pushing against his chest.

“Will you read me a book, mommy?” Nadia asked, holding her arms out towards you. You picked her up and put her on your hip.

“Of course. Which one would you like?”

Geralt

You brushed your fingers through your hair as you looked yourself over in the mirror. The new nightgown you wore was a pretty shade of light blue and fit your figure rather well. You were excited to show it to Geralt. You just hoped that Bram would go to sleep and stay asleep so that you could properly show your husband.

The bedroom door opened behind you.

Geralt stopped, raising his brows at the sight of you in the lingerie.

“What’s this?”

“I figured we could spend the night having a little…. time together.” You moved away from the vanity and towards the bed. “Is Bram asleep?”

“Yes. He insisted on a song.”

“And you sung to him?”

“Of course.” Geralt huffed.

“You’re so sweet.”

Yellow eyes flickered over you as he approached you. Large hands slipped around your waist.

“You look beautiful.” He dipped his head down to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you.” Your hands trailed along his arm and up to his shoulders. You tilted your head to the side as he began to leave kisses along your neck. “Do you like the color?”

“The what?”

“The color of the nightgown.”

He rumbled against your skin, fingertips digging into our waist. He pulled your hips flush against his and then reached down for your thighs.

“It’d look better on the floor.”

“Geralt!” You gasped, hands tightening around his shoulders when he lifted you up with ease. “Your back–,”

“My back is fine.”

You weren’t a light little doll that could just be thrown around. But your husband always loved to pick you up and manhandle you.

He rested one knee on the edge of the bed and then carefully placed you on the bed.

“Whatever– Geralt, your beard is tickling me.” You giggled as his scruffily jaw rubbed against your neck. “Whatever you do, don’t rip this one. I just bought it for you.”

“For me?” He gunned, lifting his head just enough to look at you. “Then I should be able to do with it as I please.”

“Is that so?” You raised a brow teasingly. “I only have a few good gowns because of you, sir. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t rip it like an animal.”

He smirked, dipping his head down to your chest.

But he stopped suddenly and lifted his head, turning his head towards the door to your room.

“What is it?” You asked him.

“Bram.” He groaned, pushing himself up off of the bed. “He’s fussing.”

“I can’t hear it.” You sat up.

“He isn’t being too loud but he’s awake again.”

“Do you want me to go get him?” You asked, but your husband was already going towards the door.

“I can get him.”