dad!witchers and breakfast in bed
A/N: I haven’t done a dad!witchers fic in so long! I hope you guys enjoy this :)
Warnings: none! pure fluff
Word Count: 1.0k
Note: I did redo my taglist! Here is the link for the new one, so if you’d like to be tagged in any of my future fics please go to that link! And here is my masterlist that contains the rest of the dad!witchers fics in case anyone hasn’t read them or wants to reread :)
Lambert
You sat at the vanity in your room brushing out your hair. In the mirror, you could see your husband laying across the bed and staring at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about, love?”
He turned his head to look at you, letting out a soft breath.
“Do you ever have days where you feel old as fuck?”
“I’m afraid we all do.” You offered him a little smile. You put the brush down on the vanity and turned around on the stool to face him. “What’s got you feeling so old?”
“It’s nothing.” He rubbed his face. “I just…. I can’t believe Eva can already walk around by herself and talk and…. Before you know it, she’ll be leaving us and going off to do her own thing.”
You opened your mouth to say something but the door to your room was pushed open. You never kept the door completely shut, but it had just been cracked open.
Eva walked in with a tankard in her hands.
“Well hello, little lady.” You greeted her.
“Mommy! Daddy! I have dinner for you!”
“Dinner?” Lambert repeated, rolling over onto his stomach. “We had dinner earlier, kiddo.”
“I have dinner!” She proudly stated, holding the tankard up.
Eva approached the bed, offering the vessel to him.
Lambert took it and looked inside.
“For fuck’s sake.” He groaned. “What is in this, Eva Joan?”
“Juice and biscuits.” She brushed a few pieces of her hair back out of her eyes.
Lambert sniffed the contents of the tankard.
“What is it?” You asked him. You were almost too afraid to even ask.
“Smells like rum…. And it looks like there’s pieces of a biscuit floating around in it…. And is that a rock, Eva?”
“Yeah.” Eva giggled.
Lambert sighed, placing the tankard aside.
“Alright, kiddo. You need to go to bed.” He got to his feet but the second he was standing up, Eva took off down the hallway.
You shook your head.
She was a night owl just like her father.
Eskel
Nadia’s joyous laughter echoed throughout the house.
You looked over to her, smiling as she mixed the contents of her bowl up.
“Momma! I need another strawberry!”
“Right here, love.” You picked up a piece of strawberry from the plate to her right and offered it to her.
“Thank you.” She took a bite of the strawberry then put the rest of it into the bowl before her.
The front door opened and in walked Eskel.
“Daddy!”
“Hi, my love.” He greeted Nadia.
“Breakfast is just about done.” You told him.
“It smells amazing.” Eskel moved behind you, stopping for a moment to rest a hand on your hip and kiss the back of your head.
“Blueberry pancakes and strawberry muffins.”
“Look what I made for you, daddy!” Nadia held her bowl up.
Eskel glanced to you out of the corner of his eyes as he took a few steps towards your daughter.
“She’s been working hard on that.” You grinned.
He took the bowl so that he could properly inspect what was inside.
“It looks like…. I don’t even know what it is.” Eskel winced. The concoction was liquidy and light pink in color.
“Berries and eggs.” Nadia answered him proudly, holding up a spoon for him.
“That would be strawberries and uncooked scrambled eggs.”
Eskel’s eyes flickered up to meet yours.
“She’s really quite the little chef, isn’t she?” You giggled.
“She gets it from you.”
“Hey!”
Geralt
The feeling of a foot jamming into your ribs made you wince. You reached down to move the foot, but Bram was too quick. He stepped again and this time, the young child stepped right on to your arm.
“Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!” He pounced on to the bed next to you on his knees, then leaned down to your face.
You opened your eyes, smiling as you looked at him.
“Good morning, love.”
“Morning.” Geralt’s deep voice spoke from beside you.
Your husband easily grabbed Bram by slipping a hand underneath his stomach and lifting him up. Bram squealed in delight, giggling and kicking his feet as Geralt held him in the air.
“It’s too early for romping around.” You rubbed your eyes, turning on to your back to look at them.
Geralt put Bram down on the bed between you both.
“Let’s go eat!” The energetic child scrambled to climb off of the bed.
“Slow down a minute, love. We haven’t even gotten out of bed to make breakfast.” You told him.
“I made breakfast!” He exclaimed happily. “I’ll bring it here!”
You watched him run out of the room and to the kitchen.
“He made breakfast.” Geralt repeated, putting his head back on the pillows.
“The kitchen is probably a disaster.” You shifted closer to him, bringing your hand up to his chest. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”
“Then we don’t have to. I’ll read to Bram, and hopefully he falls asleep.”
“It’s too early for him to bed tired, love.”
“He’s been up for a while. I heard him stir, but after a few minutes, I went back to sleep.”
“Ah, so it’s your fault our kitchen is going to be a mess.” You giggled.
“I’m coming.” Bram hurried into the room, carrying a rather large bowl.
He out the bowl on the bed and then climbed on before walking across the bed to be between you and Geralt once more.
You looked down at the bowl, brows furrowing together.
“What is this, love?”
“An apple, one of Roach’s cookies, and a piece of pie!”
The apple was whole and sitting on top of the smashed piece of last night’s pie. One of the treats you had made for Roach last night was pushed into the pie.
You looked over to Geralt, who seemed equally unsure of the “meal” your son had made.
“This looks…. very appetizing.”
“You did amazing, darling.” You kissed Bram’s head. “Why don’t we go to the kitchen?”
“Yeah!”
As Bram left the room ahead of you both, Geralt sighed.
“We know who’s cooking skills he has.”
“Not mine, that’s for sure.” You giggled as you clambered out of bed.
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