AN:

Sorry it took so long again, but I still have stuff I need to finish for university and this is kind of a "breakthing".

I finally got Letho in my gameplay and I have to say: I like him- he really strikes me as a big hidden Teddybear :)

Marmottine: Letho at a metal concert? Hell yeah he would be dancing pogo with the others, though I think they might end up with broken bones or at least huge bruises (like he forgets he is stronger than a normal human because he has fun).

Johng23: welcome on board. I am glad I somehow got Letho right (at least a bit).

Have fun reading!

It had been two weeks since Milli´s little excurse to the river with Letho and she was due any day now. Not only that, but the fight was approaching as well. The day prior Geralt had returned with an ashen blond young woman with a scar on her face. Her orbs reminded the soon to be mother of space nebula, such intense and colourful was the green. She was joyous, and the two females immediately got along.

Another good thing was, that as soon as Ciri had appeared with the white haired Witcher, the elf had turned his interest to her and left the pregnant woman alone. Though she wasn´t sure if she was glad about the fact that the other female had to deal with him now.

She likes him. Maybe has a crush on him. Wonder why…

The child inside of her moved more and more everyday and sometimes she wasn´t sure if it really was just ONE. One time she felt two kicks (or punches) on different sides of her body she was sure wasn´t physical possible for just one.

Damn, it stays interesting till the last second, doesn´t it? I can´t wait for this to be over. I can´t barely move.

"Where you able to find a place for me to stay during the fight?", Milli asked into the round during on of the spare breaks, the wild hunt could attack any second now.

"Guest room. It is far enough away for them to not accidentally run into you and big enough for your friend to stand and move in.", Yen answered with a look that said ´don't mess with my things!´.

"Ok. Thank you, Yen.", Milli smiled.

"I want you to pack a few things and be ready to get there whenever needed.", Lambert stated in a tone that left no room for arguments, not that she would have argued- they were the professionals after all.

"What do you want me to pack?", she murmured in return.

"The usual. Spare clothes, towels, daggers and so on."

"Ok."

They had just finished eating when the young woman´s back began to itch like never before and the air changed.

Everybody got quiet for a few seconds before organized chaos broke loose: The sorcerers went outside and towards the top of the inner castle to place and start the shield. Every one of the fighters moved towards the area with the prepared weapons and the four Witcher got some potions and oils as well.

Her body began to tense, though she tried to stay as calm as possible: stress was not good in her situation. She jerked a bit together, when a shadow suddenly cast over her.

"It´s just me. Come I will get you to the room, no time to get the things now. Should call your little friend.", Lambert stated, his hand moving to the low of her back and slightly pushing her towards the stairs.

"You still want me to pack a back? Or do you want me to get to the room immediately?", she asked already climbing up the stone stairs as fast as she could, not realising he had already answered that question moments before.

"Get into the room. There should be at least a dagger or so for you to use. Are you alright though?", He asked with worry in his voice. If it was because of the army approaching or the hurry she took the steps with, she couldn´t tell.

"Yeah we are fine. As soon as we are there I will call my Guard and maybe my Guide. Promise me you will be safe.", she mumbled out of breath, glancing behind her.

"We will. Promise you stay in there and don´t come out unless one of us gets you.", he demanded.

"Don´t worry. I won´t even be able to get out of the door by myself. I am too big." She tried to get a bit humour in the situation but failed.

"Just be careful. Please." Lambert nearly begged when they stepped through the door into the big round room.

"Of course, I will.", Milli breathed turning around to look into the Witchers eyes. They were filled with worry and angst and it made her heart hurt seeing him like that.

Placing her hands on his chest, she leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips.

"Go. My protection is here. Go and help your friends and brothers. But please come back to me- to us.", the young woman breathed against his lips feeling the presence of the Chort behind her.

"I don't want to go.", he mumbled.

"I know, but you need to. They need you more than I do. And I know you would feel bad if one of them would get injured while you were back here with me." She told him, knowing it was true and she definitely didn´t want to be the reason for it.

"Go. I will lock the door behind you and the big guy will close to it. I will stay away from the closed balcony and in the back of the room on one of the sofas.", she assured him, giving him a light push. His response was a deep kiss (like he feared he wouldn´t be able to do it in the future again), his hands cupping her face before his face snuggled into the side of her neck to take in one last intake of air.

"Be safe." Was the last thing he mumbled against her skin before he turned around and left down the stairs.

Just like promised, she locked the huge door behind him and was greeted by the gentle looking face of the Chort, who nudged her in an assuring manor.

"I know, Big guy, I know. He will be safe. They are Witchers and not alone after all. Right?" She whispered, scratching him behind his ears and horns.

Jerking his head towards the bed, like he wanted to tell her to lay down, the beast took a step back.

"Yeah I know. I already can´t stand anymore. Do you think we will hear the fight going on down there? Where is the wolf though?" The pregnant woman made her way to the new bed and sat down on the edge.

"Damn my feet hurt again and- ouch- the baby kicked again- ouch – and now it punched- ouch, now it did both. Dammit.", she groaned in pain and the monster got a slightly worried look on its face.

The sound of fighting had reached their ears only a few minutes after Lambert had left and it was still going on almost three hours later.

Pain had started to cramp up her back and the only thing that was able to ease it a bit was her walking little circles around the room, under the watchful eyes of the Chort at all times.
A sudden and loud explosion (was there even something like a silent explosion existing?) made her jerk together and a sharp pain went through her lower abdomen.

SHIT!

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They had won the battle but Vesemir had gotten injured. He lost an arm and wasn´t it for his armour he would have a split chest and probably be dead. Most of them had only scratches and a few bruises and so on, Eskel and Letho will sport another scar on their arms each as soon as the gashes are healed.

He had just helped his mentor into the great hall, so they could take care of it when the older man spoke up.

"Go. Get Milli out of her prison and back down. I am sure she must be out of herself of worry."

Vesemir had just finished talking, when the back of the younger Witcher had already disappeared up the stairs. During the whole fight his mind was returning to the pregnant woman in the castle as soon as he had a second of break. He couldn´t wait to get her into his arms again, telling her everything was fine, that everybody was alive and more or less whole.
But already on the half way up a smell entered his nose he never wanted to smell again. Her blood.
Fearing one of he elven bastards had been able to sneak past them and to her made his stomach turn and bile rise. Tears already threatened to fall when he was finally able to reach the door, forgetting Milli had locked the door, he smacked into it.

Not thinking twice, he used Aard to bust it open, only to be greeted by the heavy smell of the female´s blood, just like it had been in Novigrad. Panicked he looked around, hoping to find anything that gave away what had happened. But there was nothing. The room looked exactly like he had left it a few hours before (only the bedsheets were gone) and that made him panic even more.
Then his eyes fell on the big furry back of the Chort that seemed to be covering something with his body, it looked like he tried to hide something from whoever might enter this room.

Slowly, dreading what he might see, Lambert moved towards and around the beast his eyes cast to the floor. Pictures and memories about how he had found the young woman, laying more dead than alive in Novigrad, on the bed flashed up in his eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, he found the courage to finally take the last step around the Chort, who had followed him with his eyes the second the Witcher had entered his vision.

The man´s breathing and heart stopped for a moment when his eyes found the form of the female nestled into the thick fur of the monster´s chest. She looked thin and weak; her dress was pulled up to her thighs and her legs were bloody. The same was with what he could see of her hands and the beast´s snout.

What had happened here?

Lambert stood frozen in his place when the big tongue of Milli´s Guardian licked over her face, apparently trying to get her attention. It took a few seconds (seconds that nearly killed the man), but finally her head turned towards him, she looked tired and exhausted, but a smile parted her face when she saw who was standing there.

"Lambert.", she breathed, her voice strained and hoarse.

"What´s wrong?", was the only thing that was on his mind at that moment, but her face only turned into one of confusion.

"Nothing is wrong. Just tired.", she mumbled her answer, frowning on why he was so tense.

"Then where is the blood coming from?", the man nearly cried, and she immediately understood what he meant.

"Oh. It´s fine. I am fine. WE are fine. I promise. Come here. Here is someone who wants to meet you.", Milli smiled, motioning for the man to step closer.

Someone want´s to meet me? Who- Lambert you idiot!

"You mean- it is here? You –"

"Yeah. Decided it was time to come out and help the father.", Milli smiled, a huge smile on her face.
Careful, suddenly afraid he would hurt the child with his cheer presence, he stepped closer and kneeled in front of her.

Wincing (her abdomen was sore and sensitive about any movement) she lifted something out of the thick and warm fur of her living pillow. It was a bundle made of the bedsheet, with two little heads poking out.

"Don´t worry. I only had one sheet, so I put them in it together. It is not a two headed baby. I promise. They look healthy and were crying for a while before falling asleep. So, no need to freak out on me. OK?", the young mother tried to reassure the new father, offering him his kids to held them himself.

"Twins?", he breathed, his eyes fixed on the bundle in front of him.

"Yeah. A boy and a girl. They kept holding hands. Do you want to hold them? Don´t worry you won't hurt them.", she smiled.

Unsure on how to grab them properly, he reached for his new-born children, letting their mother place them in his arms.

"Everybody alright?", she asked, worry in her exhausted voice.

"Everybody survived."

"That wasn't my question."

"A few gashes and bruises. Maybe a few more scars in total. Vesemir lost his arm, could have been worse though.", he stated, totally engrossed by the peaceful sleeping infants.

"Yeah. Does that mean the elf alive as well?", she somehow hoped he was at least injured so he would not be bothering her and her children.

"Unfortunately. Doesn´t even has a scratch.", the man groaned.

"Too bad.", she mumbled in return, making him chuckle. "I am sticky and tired."

"MILLI! LAMBERT! YOU ALRIGTH?", they suddenly heard Gerald shout from the doorway, followed by multiple footsteps, but before either of the new parents could answer, the other Witchers (minus Vesemir) piled through the open door, swords drawn and ready to fight.

"Yeah. Just tired and overwhelmed.", was the young female´s answer, though the smile was still evident on her face.

Eskel was the first one of them to sheet his sword and slowly stepping closer. His eyes jumping between the bundle in Lambert´s arms and the blood covered woman.
"You gave birth?", he breathed surprised and not wanting to wake the little babies up.

"Yeah. Twins. Boy and Girl. A few hours into the fight they decided it was time to come out and help. Or maybe they wanted to get me distracted. Who knows? All I know is that I am tired, sticky and happy."

"Can believe that.", Letho rumbled a genuine smile on his face and in his voice. "Let´s get back down and give them time with each other. I will put some fresh water over the fire in the wash room, so you can get clean from the blood. Come on let´s get down and get some food going. I don´t know what about you, but I am always starving after a good battle."

After a short nod (and a thank you by Milli) the Viper left the room, shortly followed by the two smiling wolves. They all were happy for the two.

AN: She finally gave birth. Now I need to find names though * urgh* Feel free to leave suggestions ;)

SO How did you like it?

I had to let Vesemir survive, the babies need a grandfather after all ! *innocent grin*