AN:
Marmottine: WHAT the night of drinking was then? NOOOO. I need to build it in later then… it has to be in the story! I think she might be in the 7 and a half 8th month now, so the kid will soon be there!
No worries about the late comments, I just was worried somehow… And thank you for Reviewing ^^
Kuon: Yeah I know that is really sweet. I hope IRL is better now for you :)
The last for days had been busy. Geralt had left to find Ciri and a day later friends and allies of him started to appear at Kaer Morhen.
The first ones had been Dandelion and Zoltan, shortly followed by three huge men, that reminded her of a Viking (they told Milli one was the brother to the queen of Skellige), Hjialmar, Vigi and Folan, that were accompanied by someone reminding her of the pope with his head and clothing. She soon learned though, that Moussack was some kind of druid and would plan the magical defence with the elf and Yen.
They were hearty characters and always in a good mood, but they also never declined help. That way Vesemir had always a helping hand to secure the old walls of the castle. Zoltan took care of weapons and had the smithy running all day.
Milli had offered to take care of the warm meal every evening, and so she was cutting and preparing vegetables and meat almost all day, so the men (Yen and her) would have enough food in the evening.
Whenever Avallac´h didn´t hid in the library, he was always near the young pregnant woman, much to her annoyance. His eyes were always on her belly and more than once did he stepped to close for her liking, his fingers ghosting over her skin and always asking questions and staring at her.
Milli was sure he gathered hair of her and did some testing.
Creepy much? LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! I am not a labrat!
He never did that though when others were around and so she always tried to have one of the men close; most of the time Lambert or Dandelion were with her. Then a huge gruff looking bear of a man entered the Castle walls and she immediately recognised him as a Witcher of another school, the school of the Viper (that information was brought by Eskel).
Lambert wasn´t too keen of the man close to Milli at first, when asked about it, he answered that the Witchers of school of the Viper been known as assassins for a long time and that he didn´t trust him too much.
Though the Wolf had made sure that the Viper understood she was important to the Witcher of the school of the Wolf, and that she was protected. Letho was as confused as everybody else about the fact that the baby was Lambert´s, but after hearing that, he promised to look after her, as a thank you for a safe place to lay low. He and the others would spar every free hour. Unfortunately for the young woman did that mean that their hunger was bigger than usual and that she had to make even more food.
Dandelion was ordered to help her and so they were talking between each other when another portal opened in the middle of the great hall.
"Triss. How nice to see you joining the fight. How are the other witches?" Dandelion greeted the red-haired sorceress.
Not good. Please let Yen and her get along.. Please no war between witches!
"Yennefer is in the courtyard with the others. Maybe you want to go there. I think they are speaking about how to defend the castle." Dandelion explained.
"I will. And who are you?"
"Milli. I am with Lambert." The young woman stated, and like it wanted to get introduced the baby as well kicked into her kidneys and she couldn´t suppress a little groan.
"Aha." She said before walking away towards the main entrance.
"Don´t take it personally, she is a bit strained because her and Yen´s background-"
"- you mean both women fucking Geralt at one time of their life?" She stated, "I need to thank her, I got an awesome bed because of that. Now, we need to cook for one person more. Let´s keep going."
"What I wanted to ask you. How long along are you?" Dandelion asked motioning to her belly.
"I think about seven and a half, eight months? It is due soon. Lambert and I can´t wait for it. I feel like a whale walking on two legs. Do you mind if I sit back down again? My feet are killing me." She groaned, caressing her belly.
"Do whatever you like, lovely lily." The bard smiled.
"Stop your silver tongue. It won´t work in me." She laughed and returned back to cutting potatoes.
"A man needs to try. But tell me, where will you be, when the Wild Hunt arrives?"
"I don´t know. But probably hiding in the castle with daggers and a chainmail. And if the kid is already there I will try to keep it as silent as possible, waiting for one of you to get me." Milli explained with a shrug, she had to ask Lambert on how and where to hide.
Guardian at my side I hope.
That had been two weeks ago and a few more people had joined the fight against the wild hunt.
Milli was more and more on edge and the fact that Lambert and the other fighters and mages had to prepare for the big fight, wasn´t helping. She knew it was for all of their safety and she wasn´t mad about it, but in the back of her mind, she knew the baby could decide to appear any second
Avallac´h kept an even closer eye on her, it seems he was her second shadow. She nearly lost her mind, because whenever he was near her scars began to itch and combined with her being constantly tired and exhausted, she was close to kill.
They need him. Don´t do anything that can endanger you, your child or the others. You can send the Guardian after him another time, when the hunt was defeated. Maybe as a treat after protecting you from the hunt? I am sure magical elf tastes better than dirty witchhunters.
"Ah, Ms Milli. How are we today?" He greeted, and the young woman felt bile get up her throat at once.
"Morning. I am good. Not that it is any of your concern." She answered, trying to be not too impolite.
"It is. A woman carrying the child of a Witcher is something no one ever heard of. It would be a shame if there would be something happen. Magic is surrounding you and it is important to know what kind it is. In case of the wild hun-"
She wasn´t even listening anymore. He had given her the same speech every time she asked him to leave her the fuck alone and so she would just walk away or ignore him. Both at once most of the time.
That day, she wandered towards the training grounds where the Witchers were at, hoping she would be able to relax watching the smooth movements of the dangerous dances of the Monsterhunters. Just like the whole last week (after cutting herself with a dagger while peeling potatoes- the baby kicked her into the liver- she wasn´t allowed to handle any sharp object) and so she had needed another thing to pass her time.
Fresh wind brushed through her long blue and blond locks and she took in a deep breath of the fresh clear mountain air.
I will never get tired of this.
Warm sunlight prickled on her skin and she closed her eyes for a moment to relax. But that didn´t last long, soon she heard the elf approach.
"You shouldn´t stand in the straight sunlight for so long-" His voice called from behind her.
Not your concern.
"I advice-" he said in a tone she absolutely didn´t like.
"Listen here treeshagger. I don´t give a shit on what you think what is best for me or the baby or not! The only reason why I tried to keep calm is because they need you to find this Ciri and to fight the Hunt. If I had the chance to save you or a botchling, I would choose the foetus eating spawn of hell a thousand times over! Now keep the fuck away from me or you will regret it. My patience is over. Not only do you get on my nerves, but you make my damn scars itch." Milli growled so deep, she felt her own chest vibrate. The torches closest to her began to flicker and finally died down, like they were blown out by a giant.
"Interesting, apparently you can use the sign Igni as well." The sorcerer mumbled more to himself.
Now or never.
She had managed to reach the archway that let into the courtyard where the men were training, when the elf reached her again.
Damn, why are pregnant women so slow? It is like nature wants us to get hunted.
"Lambert, your wife is coming, and she looked furious. Did you eat the last red apple again?" She heard Eskel mock his brother, waving his ´sister´ hello.
"Not that I am aware of. Milli what is wrong? Why do you look like you want to kill someone?" He asked the mother of his unborn child with worry in his voice.
"Because I am going to." She growled, and every man looked around trying to figure out who she meant.
"Make him leave me alone or I will. I can´t take this following around and knowing everything better anymore. He is cutting through my last nerve and I am this- THIS- close to- I know you need him to find Ciri and fight the Hunt. But why can´t I be left alone? Please Lambert. My feet are hurting, and my scars are itching, and I am exhausted to a point where I only want to sleep the whole day. I can´t take it anymore." She breathed the last part and the heart of the man went heavy. Her voice and whole appearance showed how exhausted she was, and he wanted nothing more than have this whole shit behind him already.
Lambert knew he had neglected her the last couple of days; sure, they still shared the same bed, but he got out of the bed before her and went to bed after her, they only saw each other when he would come inside to eat, or she was bringing them something to eat outside. But he did that so he would be ready to protect them in the battle, so they would be safe when he and his brothers would face the forces of the Wild Hunt.
"I am sorry Milli.", he breathed, "I should have realized how you felt. I-"
"You are busy with securing the castle and to get ready should they appear. I know, I could have said something earlier, but I really can´t take it anymore. I just want to relax as long as it is still possible. He has a stick of the size of a mammoth tree trunk so far up his ass, that you could use it as a maypole should he open his mouth." She whispered, and Lambert pulled her into a warm embrace.
"Fitting description. I can try, but I don´t believe Mr high and mighty will listen to me." Lambert promised.
"Interesting, your magical aura changed minimal." The elf mused, and she immediately groaned.
"He will be begging to look like Uma again-" She growled, an idea had just plopped into her mind.
"What are you talking about?" Lambert breathed, placing a light kiss on the top of her head.
"I think it is time for some introductions." She smirked, and Lambert knew what she was talking about; his brothers were in for a surprise.
"Will you leave me alone?" She asked the elf, who only sighted in response. " I will take that as a no. Well, I will keep you at bay myself then."
The air shifted and Milli knew her Guardian had followed her call. She heard swords been drawn and curses been hissed.
"Treeshagger. If you look up or turn around, you may notice the white Chort standing behind you. He is a friend of mine and had already the pleasure to rip multiple Witchhunters and a Katakan into little pieces. Guardian – asshole. Asshole- Guardian." Milli introduced them and she saw the elf pale, the other people around looked confused and still were on high alert.
"I am exhausted. Would you mind keeping me company? I wanted to call you when the hunt is here, but now that I have another shadow-" Milli smiled up to the three red eyes.
The Chort sniffed at the air surrounding the elf and a deep rumble escaped his throat, making everybody jump back. Slowly, she paddled towards the beast, that lowered his head to greet her.
Milli reached up to his horns, " You have some dried something hanging down your horns. Looks like- dude, is that still guts from the Witch Hunters? You could use a bath, why don´t we go down to the lake?"
"NOO!"
AN: So the others finally met the Guardian, poor Geralt missed the best part again :)
Triss arrived as well, the party is about to start!