Kuon, Marmottine: Are you two alright? Usually you let me know what you think… or is my writing gone so bad that…. Sorry if I crossed a line, I am just wondering.
The next couple of hours consisting on three Witchers and a Sorceress trying to make Milli do that again. But no matter how much they tried, neither Aard nor Igni or Quen worked.
"Maybe I need to be in danger?" She sighted tired.
"We will not test that!" Lambert growled, he wanted the testing to stop for almost an hour now.
"Don´t worry. We won´t endanger Milli or your child. If she has a talent for that it will show again." Vesemir assured his friend.
"Good. I am even more tired than before. And I am hungry." She grumbled. "Why don´t we eat, and you can explain in the meantime how you want to lift the curse." Milli suggested and Yennefer nodded.
"As soon as- Well there is Eskel. Sit down, eat and listen. I don´t want to repeat what I am going to say."
"Yes." Everybody answered, Yennefer was probably one of the few living people (that weren´t Witchers) who could boss these men around and Milli couldn't supress a little smirk hearing the tone of the men. They sounded like schoolboys answering their teacher.
"You as well Milli."
"No problem. As long as the little one doesn´t kick my insides I will be silent." She answered remembering a few solid kicks and punches into her kidneys and liver; at those instances she couldn´t but cry out in pain. Much to the panic of Lambert and Eskel who thought her dying, only Vesemir had a feeling what had happened.
"I can live with that. Now, Uma is under a very very strong curse. It literally changed his body structure, his cells. This will not be easy to lift."
"Then how do you want to do it?"
"Didn´t you listen? I don´t want to be interrupted.", Yen glared at Eskel, who immediately apologised. "For the curse to lift, we need to change his cells again. And the only reason to it is to mutate them. I plan on putting him though the first Stage of the Trial. I-"
"NO!"
"That's torture."
"Do you know what you are saying? So many boys died during that. You can´t force us to do that to him if there is another way." Vesemir stated, his face stern.
"There is no other way. DO you want to lift the curse and find Ciri or not?"
"Of course, I want to. We all would die for her. But this- he will be in a pain you can´t even imagine. Are you really sure there is another way?" Vesemir sighted.
"Yes. There is no other way."
"Maybe there is. I read about a procedure where the cursed one has to drink hemlock tea at midnight close to a magical place. There is one up in the mountains near the side were the Trial ends."
"That won´t work." Yennefer nearly growled.
The men (except Geralt) argued with Yennefer and Yennefer with them for the next minutes.
A headache began to form in the pregnant woman´s forehead and she knew if she wouldn´t stop them now, she would have the first migraine of her life.
"Why don't you let Vesemir just try it? Half a day more or less- How long do you need to prepare everything Yen?" She piped in.
"I need a day max to get the brews ready."
"So where is the problem? Vesemir can take Uma for a stroll while you prepare everything. There will no time lost, or will that brew intervene with yours?"
"No."
"Then for fucks sake stop arguing. I am getting a headache. And there is no reason for not trying everything."
"Milli is right. I am not happy with the Trial thing, but if there is no other way left I won´t intervene." Geralt stated, sending the young woman a grateful smile, that she had stopped the argument that had been going on.
"Fine. But I tell you it won´t work." Yennefer gave in, "Do what you want. I will be over there preparing everything."
"I will take Uma and leave. Boys, you need to repair the harness we used for the trials. He is smaller and could get injured if it doesn't fit."
"I will take care of that." Geralt stated.
"Good."
"Milli, what about you?" Vesemir wanted to know.
"Probably fight my way up the stairs and then sleep. I am exhausted." She yawned.
"I will come with you." Lambert immediately said to Eskel´s amusement.
"You can stay down here and drink with the others if you want. Eskel is free for the day and Geralt won´t need the whole night for the harness. No need to give up your free time for me." She answered, earning a thumb up from Eskel.
"Listen to your wife Lambert. We have some mead that calls our names." He laughed.
"Shut up Eskel. You alright with that?"
"I wouldn´t have offered it if I wasn´t. You can escort me up and secure the room if you want. I will have my dagger at my side and scream for help if something happens. Alright?" the pregnant woman mumbled, her arms laid around his hips and her head resting on his chest.
"Take the offer. Who knows if she will let you go once the baby is there!" Eskel suggested.
"Eskel-"
"Yes or no Lambert. My feet start to hurt, and I am really tired."
"Come let´s get you to bed. Don´t drink all the mead without me." The last part was for the other Witcher.
"Can´t promise anything. Hurry up and you might get some."
Step by step Milli wobbled up the stairs, Lambert always behind ready to catch her should she slip.
It took her almost five minutes to get up the stairs.
"Finally." She breathed sitting down on the bed, the Witcher standing in front of her, a little frown on his face.
"I am fine, just tired and exhausted. As well as the little one.", she reassured him.
"Are you sure?", he demanded to know, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
"We are. Only my feet are hurting, and I am tired. My back is aching a bit as well, but nothing a night full of rest can cure.", she whispered, looking up into his eyes, "Help me out of this dress and into my sleepshirt and you can go down and drink with your brothers."
"Are you lazy again?" He chuckled.
"Maybe? But to be honest. I can´t reach the bow to open it. And maybe I want you to undress me-"
"Kitten…" He sighted and shook his head," You make it hard for me to leave again."
More like I make you hard.
Since the bath the both of them had taken together after their arrival at Kaer Morhen, the two of them had sex on different occasions, but sine her stomach had become that big Milli had helped Lambert out sometimes after she had woken up because of his arousal poking her.
Lambert helped Milli out of the dress and into the shirt, his eyes never wandering farther down than her collarbone. The shirt itself became more and more narrow and soon she would find something else to sleep in.
"Sleep well Kitten, and remember the dagger lay next to my side of the bed and if you need anything shout. You should be loud enough for us to hear you." He smirked, and the young woman rolled her eyes in faced annoyance.
"Sleep well." He said one last time and exited the door, only for her to hear it lock.
She heard the father of her child before she saw him. He cursed every time he fell into the wall adoring the stairwell, only to ran (what she believed) headfirst into the door.
"FUCK. Why isn´t it – locked." She heard him slur.
How much did they drink? Men-
Milli was contemplating if she should answer him that HE had locked the door himself, but then she heard him trying to unlock it for several minutes until he finally succeeded.
Let´s see how he is being drunk. Maybe I try faking being asleep?
As soon as the door opened it was clear as daylight, Lambert tried not to wake her up, but how it is with drunken people, they don´t hear how loud they are and not even supernatural senses of Witcher are safe of it.
He stumbled and he walked into a chest that stood at the wall opposite to the bed.
"Shhh- Quiet." He scolded himself and the chest, "She is sleeping."
I am not.
The swords he had always strapped to his back (or at least at arm's reach) hit against each other and fell to the floor with a loud ´thudd´ when he had unstrapped them.
"Shh." He scolded again before trying to get out of his thin armour, what seemed to be very complicated and more then once he lost his balance. He only barely stopped himself from falling on her each time, before finally deciding it would probably be best to just sit down.
Feeling the bed dip down, she decided it would be the perfect time to ´wake up´ and help the drunken man. Even only to be able to finally get back to sleep.
"Lambert?" Milli mumbled, as tired as she could, and his movements immediately stilled. He even stopped breathing.
"Lambert, I am already awake now so start breathing again." She mumbled again, slowly sitting up and turning towards the man in question (who had started to breath again, when only shallow).
Getting on her knees, she let the cover slip of her body and crawled towards him, only to knee behind him her arms sneaking around his shoulders.
Damn how much did you drink?
"Can I help you with something?" She mumbled, a little smirk dancing on her lips.
"No-" he mumbled with a big slur.
"Sure?"
"Yeeeeas.", he answered again, leaning forward to get out his boots and wasn´t it for the woman´s arms, he would have fallen to the floor- head first.
"Woawoawoa. Sit still. I will help you.", Milli laughed and got out of the bed.
"No. You do- don´t need to help -hick- me." Lambert mumbled, trying to keep her on the bed.
"Don´t be stupid. Lift your food." She chuckled and poked at his left food and he lifted it, but not without loosing his balance and falling back on the bed.
As quick as possible she opened the laces and slipped it off the food.
"Now the other one."
Placing both boots next to the trunk behind her, she used the wall to stabilize herself to stand up again.
"Can you at least open your trousers for me? So I only need to drag it off you?", Milli asked but the man already started to wiggle out of them; he successfully had it already dragged it down midthigh.
"The armoured trousers were made to not leave to much space between the fabric and the skin, so the possibility of it getting stuck somewhere is minimalized.
She needed to take a good stance and then use a lot of force to get the trousers of him. When Milli turned around again (after folding the clothing over the shoes), Lambert had somehow managed to get out of the thin body armour and was now fighting with his shirt.
"Stop. Stop moving Lambert. How did you manage to get your head into the armhole? Hold on, I will help you." She chuckled and straddled his legs, the bump of her stomach pressed against his toned abdominal muscles.
Millie´s hands rested on his hips to keep herself steady, while the man sat up.
In position, one of his arms (the one he was already been able to free) sneaked around the back to keep her in position, so she could use both her hands to help him.
Slowly, she let her fingertips brush over his naked skin and she felt his muscles tense and relax.
"Kitten-" He sighted.
"-what? Sit still, I need to find the entrance to where your head is stuck. Ah- here. See, you sat still, and I was able to free you in no time.", the pregnant woman stated with a smile.
"What?", she asked upon looking in the ember catlike eyes of the Witcher. A smile graced his lips and he seemed like he was dreaming about something. All the while staring right into her eyes.
"You are so beautiful, and gorgeous.", he breathed, "You always make sure I- no everybody you care for is alright. No matter what kind of monster they are."
"Lambert. You are no Monster. Neither of you is." She answered, her brows crunched into a confused frown.
Where does that come from?
"Yes I am. I am not human. I was made into something that isn´t natural, against my will, because I was given as a payment. I was angry about it for so long, and then I accept the law of surprise my own. I forced you, an innocent soul to be with me on the road. I let you get injured by a bloodsucker not once, but twice nearly killing you the second time. Then, after I couldn't get my dick under control and got you pregnant a fucking Botchling hunted you down INSIDE this damn castle where you should be save. And still you do want to be close to me. You encourage me to spend time with my brothers dinking, although I know you want nothing more than to do that yourself. Then after I woke you up, you still help me without complaining. What have I done to deserve you. To call you the mother of the child I never even hoped to dream about. For you to bring me the normal life I always wanted?" He slurred, his voice barely over a whisper.
"Hay, look at me. I am still here. We are still here. And I don´t know where else I want to be. You never treated me wrong and always keep me safe, even when I annoy the shit out of you. And believe me I know I did more than once, hell I annoyed the shit out of myself. You cared more for me then the asshole I called boyfriend, even before the whole sex and pregnancy thing happened and I am glad to call you the father of my child, because I know you will always be there for us. I just feel it. So stop that, you deserve to be happy just like everybody else does." She mumbled, her eyes staring into his eyes.
"But what- what if the baby isn't able to life? What if it looks like Uma or worse because of these fucking mutations?" Now he was sobbing, and the heart of the young woman clenched.
Oh Lambert, don´t think like that.
"I don´t know. And I don´t want to say everything will hundred percent turn out right. I have he same fears, but freaking out before we know it, wont help- it will make it even worse. So promise me one thing. We will see to that once the day comes. Should it be still born or unable to life, we will see it buried properly and if it has disabilities we will help it to life with it and shall it be born healthy like you and me, we will raise it here in Kaer Morhen or somewhere else. But either way we will love it no matter what. Promise me Lambert. Promise me to not go down into depressions and get crazy about something that isn´t sure jet. Please." She breathed, tears threatening to fall down her face.
Milli saw the moment his heart clenched, seeing her like that.
"I promise. I – we will see to it when the need arises. I can´t promise I won´t worry. But I will try. Don´t cry- please." His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing the already fallen tiers away and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. It was almost like they shared their feelings over that connection and slowly Lambert let herself fall back on the bed, pulling her with him.
Now her belly was pressed against his naked one and she felt his heart beat against her breasts. (they were almost double the size now).
"Ouch." She grumbled, "Can we change position? This is more than uncomfortable with the big thing between us. At least for me."
Instead of an answer she felt Lambert turn on his side, and he pulled her in one of her new favourite sleeping positions: Laying on her side, her head on his chest with one leg draped over his. His hand securing her waist resting on her belly. He loved this position as well, because he was able to feel her heartbeat and breathing and the movements of their child. This way he had the feeling he always knew them safe.
Soon they were fallen asleep against each other, listening to each other's heartbeats.
A load groan woke the young woman up, and she immediately knew Lambert was awoken and had probably a huge headache.
His arms was still draped around her waist, his other shielded his eyes from the rays of sunlight.
"Good morning Lambert. Did you slept well?" She whispered as quiet as possible.
"Ergh."
"The sun is already getting up, you should get ready. Or I fear Vesemir will take care of that."
Hearing that, he almost sat up straight within a second, only for his face to turn pale.
"Don´t puke on me." She laughed and he had to take in a few deep breaths before he was able to answer.
"Not gonna happen. I was worse to wear. Damn-" He grumbled.
"Do you want me to get you some stew. There should be something left on the stove or do you three already ate it tonight?"
"Give me a minute and we can go downstairs. Don´t want to get on Yens and Vesemir´s bad side." He grumbled and moved, so he was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
Deciding to start to get ready herself, Milli crawled to the edge of the bed and got out of it.
But instead to walk towards the chest that held her belongings, Lambert pulled her against him and she felt him place soft kisses against her belly- and their baby answered with a kick against her front.
"Good morning little one." He mumbled against her skin, and she couldn't but smile about this intimate moment.
"It say´s good morning as well. You know, my clothes becoming a bit small. I need to change them to fit again. Do you think there is maybe some old clothes I can wear till then? I don´t care how old, just something that doesn´t clutch my belly."
"Mhm. There should somewhere something around. I can ask Vesemir later. Till then just wear one of my shirts and some trousers of you. I can cut the front open with a dagger and we close them with strings. The shirt should be long enough to cover everything."
"Sounds good. Now let get you ready for some breakfast and then you can help the others lifting the spell."
"Curse-"
"-whatever."
It was almost he had some magical metabolism, because as soon as he stood up, he was almost back to his own self. Without any sign of an hangover or anything else.
How- I want to be able to do that as well.
Twenty minutes later, they entered the great hall, where Yennefer and Vesemir were already waiting. As well as Uma and two ill looking Witcher.
"Finally, the last one appears. I thought I made it clear how important this is."
"Yeah, yeah. We are here now.", Lambert grumbled, "Now can we start? Or do you need something else to get ready?"
"Shut up Lambert." She growled.
Evidently Vesemir´s approach didn´t work (because Uma was sitting next to him) and they met to start lifting the curse. All the while Milli made some grilled vegetables and meat for everybody to eat.
She had sat down to rest, after working and cleaning for hours (she had tried to ignore the screams full of pain from the little man), when she caught a movement from the corner of her eyes. Turning around she saw the Witcher walk away from the strange contraception, a tall man with pointy ears and ill taint followed them. His eyes bored into her and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine.
Who is that. He has pointy ears- is he an Elf?
AN: It has been a long time since I played the quest with the Trial of grass, so please bar with any mistake I know I probably made.