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character c: who's baby????

It wasn't too awful. But I won't know for about a week :/ so that sucks a lot.

But thanks :) and I enjoyed that idea so here we go (pre Ciri):

Yennefer noticed that Geralt hadn't come in for two days now. Somewhat concerned, he was usually in like clockwork, even when Jaskier was in town. He had told her some of the tea blends helped his stomach and various other problems he suffered from. She had even tweaked a few blends specifically for him to address days he had migraines or especially bad vertigo.

This was two days now that she'd prepped his tea and muffin and had it ready and he had not come in. Concerned, they had recently exchanged numbers and she'd spent a few wonderful nights at his apartment. Checking her phone she doesn't see any messages. Frowning, she slips her phone back in her pocket and decides to stop by his place after she closes up for lunch. The shop opens early in the morning and stays open till noon. Then she reopens around six for the after-dinner crowd. She should have plenty of time to check on him and make sure he's okay. He hasn't missed a day in months.

In a lull, she packs up a small bag of loose leaf tea, and a muffin. She can at least drop them off if he doesn't want company. She's never fallen for anyone as hard as she has Geralt, but he puts almost no pressure on her. He doesn't care about her sharp edges or odd interests, and doesn't try and force her to change. The least she can do is check on him.

After closing up, she finds herself outside his door, knocking, paper bag full of a few different tea blends and two muffins clutched in her hand. She isn't sure what to expect, and is startled when the door opens partway to reveal Geralt, barely able to keep his feet. He looks more haggard than she's ever seen him, and she holds up the bag.

"Haven't seen you in a bit, I should have called or texted first, I'm sorry."

"Should've called," he admits weakly, wincing at the light from the hallway. "Y'can come in, if you want," he offers, backing away from the door.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look awful," she informs him, taking in the apartment as she steps in. She's been in several times and the place is always near spotless other than the coffee table he likes to read at. That's usually covered in books and papers. He tends to leave the blinds open to let in air and light, but everything is dark and closed. Worry settles lower in her stomach.

She's never seen him leave such a mess, there's trash all over. Dirty clothes, and a blanket half on the couch and half on the floor.

"Sorry about the mess," he tells her, hobbling back to the couch. He settles painfully in the seat, dragging the blanket up around himself and hunching miserably.

"I brought a few different blends," she says briskly. She came here to check on him and he's clearly in need. "And the muffins you like."

"You didn't have to do that," he tells her, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes.

"But I wanted to. Migraines?" She asks sympathetically.

"Bad one," he grits out.

Yennefer nods to herself and heads into the kitchen. She adds water to the kettle to make him some tea. She knows which mug is his favorite and takes it out of the sink and washes it while the water boils. A few minutes later, the blend is in the strainer, steeping in the mug. She brings it over and sets it in the coffee table, shifting some trash aside to use a coaster.

"Too nauseous to eat?" She asks him gently, keeping her voice soft, and gently squeezes his arm when he shrugs. "I can stay until a little before five," she offers.

"Don't have to," he says, leaning into her. She puts an arm around his shoulders and encourages him to relax. After a few minutes pass, he leans forward to lift the mug and sip the tea.

By the time he finishes it, he's feeling marginally better and starts picking at the muffin. "Thank you, Yen," he kisses her cheek gently.

"Of course." She squeezes his knee.

"I'll clean up," he starts to move and she pushes him back gently.

"Don't bother, I know you don't live like this," Yennefer reassures him. "If you did I would have seen it by now and wouldn't have come back."

He snorts.

Muffin and tea finished, he finds himself with his head in her lap, her fingers carding through his hair. The pain finally manageable, he sleeps for the first time in two days.