Some sick Lambden fluff For @elmonstro. â€ïž
Lambert cursed quietly at the pain in his chest that accompanied yet another sneeze before slouching further into the pile of pillows at his back and trying to ignore the various sounds of activity coming from outside alongside the pounding in his head. He wasn't eager to return to doing chores around the old Kaer Morhen estate but he also hated just sitting around feeling useless whilst his brothers and Vesemir were working. If he wanted to get technical it was the old man's fault he was even in this situation! If Vesemir hadn't made such a big deal out of them fixing the stable roof, Lambert wouldn't have stayed out in the storm out of pure spite until it was finished. Oh well, at least Geralt's precious mare and Eskel's draft horse were now warm and cosy. You're welcome!
A soft knock at his door was quickly followed by the only person he really wanted to see entering whilst balancing a tray, his expression one of fond concern.
"How're you feeling?" Aiden asked, placing the tray on the nearest uncluttered surface before perching on the bed beside his boyfriend.
"Been better." He rasped, his throat protesting the attempt at speaking.
"Aw, poor baby." Aiden cooed placing a soft hand on Lambert's forehead, "I bought you some tea and soup if you think you can try eating something?"
Lambert perked up at that, "Home made?"
Aiden rolled his eyes as he stood again to retrieve the tray, "Obviously. Nothing fancy, just chicken and vegetables on Ves' suggestion. One of his recipes too." Lambert huffed at that; even after all this time he still couldn't believe that the one thing Aiden and his adopted father had bonded over was their shared love of home cooking. He was pretty sure that nobody else he knew had monthly Masterchef and Great British Bake off binges with their potential future in-law. "Think you can feed yourself?"
Lambert took a minute to take stock of the leaden feeling in his arms before shaking his head no and fighting back against the flush that was no doubt starting to spread across his cheeks. Aiden had seen him in worse states than this over the years, he had absolutely no reason to be embarrassed about the other man feeding him like he was a toddler. Then again, a majority of those 'worst states' he'd been blackout drunk and couldn't actually remember them.
He somewhat grudgingly allowed Aiden to spoon the soup into his mouth, making a happy noise as the familiar flavours hit accompanied by a wave of nostalgia. He wondered if Aiden knew that Ves had always made this soup for them when they were sick as kids.
"Some of the tea too." At that Lambert screwed up his nose. From the colour and thickness alone he could tell it was a recipe courtesy of Triss and whilst her remedies did tend to work, they also tended to taste like ass. "C'mon. Half the mug and I'll tell her you drank the whole thing if she asks. Deal?"
Lambert tried not to gag at the taste of dirt and couldn't suppress a shudder as it left a slightly gritty layer behind on his tongue when he swallowed.
"Good boy." Aiden praised, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before lifting the soup spoon again, "More?"
Lambert shook his head, feeling suddenly drowsy. whatever was in that tea was hitting hard and fast. "Stay?" He croaked out, eyes already slipping shut.
There was the sounds of things being shuffled around before he felt the bed shift again and long fingers started petting his hair as he felt himself drift off to a soporific voice reading aloud from a book about monsters and those who hunted them.
this is so fluffy and domestic đ„ș perfect amount of sweet while i'm sick đ thank you!!
