"He'll come around, don't fret." Yennifer said. She sat at the mirror as she freshened herself up.

Triss was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room attempting to read. It was the morning after Geralt had learned of her desire to have a child, and had agreed to think the idea over. Being a witcher, Geralt wasn't the best at navigating or always dealing with his feelings and had this morning decided to try and deal with them the witcher way. A way otherwise known as; going out and killing something.

"You think?" Triss respond to Yen.

Yennifer nodded.

Triss sighed, giving up attempting to read and turned to pacing about the room. "Some might call me Merigold the Fearless... but I am afraid."

Yen made eye contact with her through the mirror as she brushed her raven hair.

"I'm afraid of the pain... and I'm afraid to die.." Triss expressed, continuing to pace.

Yen paused at brushing her hair and turned to look at her.

Triss stopped pacing and looked at Yen. "But I'm also afraid of not having a child.."

Yennifer nodded, conveying that she understood.

Triss gave her a slight smile. "Thanks for coming Yen." She said sincerely.

Yennifer nodded again. "You're welcome. Its been years, and we're all getting too old for bitterness and jealously. Besides, you and I were dear friends before Geralt of Rivia ever came into either of our lives." Yennifer finished sarcastically.

"I hope we're on the path to being so again." Triss said.

Yennifer gave her a quick smile before turning back to the mirror, leaving Triss to return to her pacing.

The white wolf continued on his way back from quiet the successful drowner ridding contact, Roach trotting along nicely. Nothing like the feel of well earned coin in your pocket to clear the mind.

Now, back to the matter of Triss. Of course he wanted a child with her, and with there even being a slight possibility he wanted it even more. But was it worth the risk of losing Triss? Plus it might not even work and Triss had said that the spell could only be used once so it wasn't like there was trying again for them. But if it did work.. this child would be the first, and even possibly, the only of its kind. Who knew what a child conceived of witcher and sorceress blood would be like. What if the child was a monstrosity or something unfathomable? They had no way of knowing. It was all up to taking a chance...

With that thought he remember the last time he took a chance like that. It was when he told Triss he loved her at the docks. He had felt it long before and had never told her. For many reasons.. that a witcher in love was a soft witcher, that he had never said it before to anyone but Ciri a few times, and that at that moment he risked losing her... so he took a chance, refusing to let it go this time and told her he loved her.

And in the end it was worth it...

Geralt entered his home to find Triss in her lab working a way, the sound of her vials clanking together.. Geralt loved that sound.

Triss had her back to him as she worked but after a moment seemed to notice a presence for she turned around.

"Geralt-" She gasped slightly, "You startled me."

"Apologies," Geralt said.

Triss waved her hand, gesturing that it was fine and already forgotten.

"Triss I've been thinking.." Geralt said.

"Yes?" Triss said. She seemed to be holding her breath.

"I was thinking... that you'd make a really good mom." Geralt finished.

Triss's eyes overflowed with joy and happiness lit up her face as she smiled from ear to ear. She rushed forward and hugged him, kissing him deeply.

"Now?" Triss asked, looking up into his face.

"No time like the present I guess." Geralt replied.

Triss smiled, "alright."

Triss and Geralt informed Yennifer of their decision and the process was put in motion. Everyone knew what they had to do and how the plan worked. Now, the fun part of the plan could began. The two lover drank the potion of herbs Triss had concocted.

"Yunk! Couldn't you have made this taste any better?" Geralt gaged.

"Oh stop complaining." Triss commented before casting her spell on herself. She winced in pain.

"You alright?" Geralt questioned, flipping over the hourglass.

"Fine." Triss replied through gritted teeth as the pain ebed away.

Geralt quickly undressed and when he turned to Triss, he found her splendorous body completely naked, and the rose of remembrance between her teeth.

Geralt grinned and a primal growl of desire echoed from his throat. He stepped toward her.

Triss giggled as he took the rose from her and placed it on the night stand and pulled her towards him. They're eyes held lust in them as their lips came together, their bodies molding to one another.

It wasn't long before the two had made passionate love anywhere and everywhere in their room before they finally collapsed on the bed. But something was wrong, Geralt could sense it.

Triss was weakening drastically, and quickly at that. In their last round of love making she had barely been able to met his thrusts. Something that was unlike Triss.. she and Geralt had at times gone for three hours.

Now she was almost limp beneath him as he spent his seed inside of her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.

"Triss.." He whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"Mmm" She murmured, "Geralt my love.. why have you stopped?"

"Triss, are you alright?" Geralt questioned, his voice filled with concern.

Triss smiled and opened her eyes, there was fire in them. "Don't be getting soft on me Geralt." She sounded out of breath.

"This is no time for innuendoes darling." Geralt said with a bit of sass.

"Hmmm" Triss hummed and kissed the scar above his eye. "I would say its the perfect time."

Geralt grinned. "You've got me there."

"And here and there, and over there.. down there" Triss murmured sexually.

Damn she was perfect Geralt thought.

"But in all seriousness Triss.. are you alright?" He said.

Triss nodded. "Fine.. come on, one more round witcher, we've got 12 minutes left. Remember this is our only chance. Make it count my love."

Geralt kissed her deeply and hungrly. "I always do." He said confidently.

Triss smiled into the kiss. "I know."

"I know we have some time left but, I really think we should stop now." Geralt whispered, as he and Triss's sweaty bodies lay together.

Triss nodded. she looked drained and pale.

"Want me to fetch your clothes? You look a little winded?" Geralt asked.

Triss nodded again. "I want to be decent for Yennifer." She whispered. She would have rolled her eyes at the last comment but she hadn't the strength.

Geralt kissed her quick on the forehead before getting up and gathering the sorceress's clothes.

"Here you are my lady." He said. "Triss?"

Triss didn't move.. He dropped her clothes and knelt next to her on the bed. "Triss?" He said a little louder this time.

Triss was still and his witcher senses couldn't pick up her breathing... because she wasn't.

Despite his witcher mutations fear gripped him. The love of his life was dying in front of him.

"Yen!" Yennifer!" He yelled.

Yen rushed into the room within seconds.

"Geralt what- oh my heavens, Triss!" Yennifer rushed forward.

"Reverse the spell! Stop it!" Geralt commanded.

"I'm trying!" Yen spat as she waved her glowing hands over Triss.

Geralt picked up a book and threw it across the room. Not knowing how to feel or react in this given moment. He knew one feeling though... he feared for Triss.

"Geralt I need to concentrate. You can help us both by leaving the room and waiting outside. I'll come get you later. And don't try and argue.. you know me well enough to know it won't work." Yennifer said.

Geralt gritted his teeth, but conceded and left the room.

It was dark out and had been many hours since Geralt had departed from the room and Yennifer had stepped in.

Finally, Yen stepped out.

"She's alive and well... weak, but her strength will come back soon. You can see her now. I must rest." Yennifer said before Geralt could speak first.

Relief washed over him like a wave. "Yen.. thank you." Geralt said with the upmost sincerity.

Yennifer nodded and smiled before exiting.

Geralt went in and found Triss laying in bed. She was propped up with pillows. She looked exaushted, but like Triss, and not like a corpus.

She smiled lovingly at him as she gestured for him to come sit with her.

"Don't, ever, do that again." Geralt instructed as he sat down on the bed.

"Scouts honer." Triss said, holding up three fingers. "I'm alright Geralt really."

"Triss you almost died." Geralt informed.

"I know. But I also know that it was worth the risk." Triss said.

"What do you mean?" Geralt asked.

"Yennifer did a diagnostic spell on me." Triss said. She smiled.

Geralt furrowed his brow, confused. "Meaning?"

"Meaninggg it worked Geralt." Triss confessed with joy. "I'm pregnant."

Hope you liked chapter 3! :) R&R! Until next time... :)