Omg what about the dad!witchers discussing baby names 🤭🤭
A/N: I have absolutley loved this ask since it came to me like forever ago!! But I couldn't think of scenarios for anyone other than Geralt/Bram!!! So for right now, here is Geralt's fic with where Bram's name comes from. Hopefully in the future I can get the others out :)
Warnings: pregnant reader
You smiled as you flipped through the book that rested on the table in front of you. Your fingertip trailed along the detail edging on the page, admiring the detail.
The sound of the front door closing pulled you from your thoughts. You looked over momentarily to meet your husband’s gaze, smiling softly when he found your eyes.
“Hello, darling.”
“Dove.”
“How was today’s market?” You closed the book.
Geralt took his cloak off and hung it on the peg by the door.
“Rather busy.”
You brushed your hand over the title, your heart swelling with an unnecessary amount of happiness.
“Was Jaskier by? I can smell that gods awful perfume he wears.”
“He stopped in for a moment, but he had some errands to run.” You nodded. “Said he would be by later though. I rather like his perfume.”
“It’s potent.”
“It’s sweet.”
The witcher wrinkled his nose in disagreement. You smiled and patted the space at the table next to you.
“Come see what he left for us.”
“If it’s another invitation to a banquet, I will pull my hair out.”
“I do miss going to those events with him.” You were mostly serious, but your tone was teasing. You knew your dear witcher wasn’t a fan of the formal functions his bard enjoyed.
Geralt grumbled, pulling the chair out next to you.
“But fear not, darling. It’s a gift for the baby.”
“Another gift? Every time he comes over, he has something.”
“He’s rather excited.” You placed your hand on Geralt’s arm. “But this…. This one is by far my favorite.”
You pushed the book over so that it was in front of Geralt. His brows drew together as he looked down at the object.
“The White Wolf: The Adventures of Geralt of Rivia…. The fuck is this?”
“It’s a book containing all of the journeys you and Jaskier have been on.” You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips as you read the title page with him. The gold letters against the white cover were marvelous and definitely one of your favorite parts of the book. Just beneath the title was a carving of the medallion for the School of the Wolf.
“Why?”
“Why? Because it’s exciting!”
“My travels with Jaskier shouldn’t be shared with the baby.” Geralt tried to get up but you stopped him, your hand reaching out for his arm.
“Geralt, wait just a moment. At least look at what’s been done so far, please?”
Geralt sighed through his nose.
“So far?”
“Jaskier has more he wants to add to it, but he wanted to have us take a look at it and maybe critique it if we want.”
“You want me to critique it?”
“I want you to sit down here and look at this book with me while I can still stand to sit in this uncomfortable chair.” You raised your brows just slightly.
He gave in, returning to his seat with a displeased grumble.
“What are you concerned about, love?” You turned towards him as best as you could. With your very pregnant stomach, it was hard to shift around on the wooden chairs too much.
“You know what concerns me.” Geralt kept his eyes on the book.
“But I would like for you to voice those concerns aloud.” You rubbed his arm.
He said nothing for a few moments. After a few breaths, he finally spoke.
“I don’t want the baby to know about what I’ve done.”
“You know Jaskier would never put anything in this book that you wouldn’t want in there.” You murmured. “After all, he is the one who has made the entire Continent come to know you as the White Wolf.”
“But I am the Butcher too.” Golden eyes flickered over to you.
“Not to this baby, not to our child.” You smiled, shaking your head softly. “To our child, you are the White Wolf. A hero.”
Silently, Geralt leaned over to kiss your temple.
“I was thinking of names earlier.” Your eyes found the book once more. “We know the baby is to be a boy. The midwife said so. I was thinking that…. that perhaps naming the baby after Jaskier wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”
The corners of Geralt’s lips pulled up just a little as he watched you. When you looked up at him, taking his silence as hesitation, he looked away.
“It is funny you say that…. When I had thought of names, that was the first thing I thought of when I thought of names for a boy.”
You smiled widely.
“Not Jaskier, of course.” Geralt shook his head, making you laugh.
“Julian is a lovely name.”
“It is, but it’s far to…. Aristocratic for us, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps.” You hummed, placing one hand on your stomach. “Perhaps we can call the baby something else. By the second name, maybe?”
Geralt nodded his head in agreement.
“Hello, hello!” Jaskier opened the front door without a warning.
“Hello, Jaskier.” You smiled at him.
“My darling, you still look amazing. Ah! Geralt! What do you think of the book?” Jaskier took the mandolin off of his shoulder and placed it on the table.
Geralt offered a low grumble, still unsure of the book.
“Have you got a minute, Jaskier?” You asked.
“For you, darling, I have all the time in the world.”
“Come have a seat. I’ll get you tea.”
“Oh, I can do that–,”
“No, no.” You waved your hand dismissively at him as you stood to your feet.
While you walked over to where the kettle was hanging over the fire, you absentmindedly rubbed your back. It was rather awful sitting in that wooden chair for so long.
Before you could even reach for the kettle, Geralt was grabbing it himself.
“Geralt! I said I could–,”
“I know.” He placed the kettle down on the wooden countertop. “I just don’t like you being so close to the fire.”
You placed your hand on his arm for a moment before he walked away to return to the table with Jaskier.
You made tea for both of the men and yourself, then went to stand next to Geralt, finding it more comfortable to stand beside him rather than sit in that chair for one more second. Your hips couldn’t stand it.
“We have something we’d like to share with you, Jaskier.” You smiled brightly.
“Is it good?”
“Yes. It’s in regards to the baby.”
Jaskier’s face lit up.
“Is it twins?”
“Oh, gods.” The witcher groaned. You rubbed his shoulder.
“No, it isn’t.” You giggled. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Jaskier was far more excited than both you and your husband about the baby. “It’s about his name. As we know, it’s to be a boy. Geralt and I…. We’ve decided on a name.”
You paused, squeezing your husband’s shoulder just slightly. You wanted him to continue, to speak up.
Geralt cleared his throat.
“We’ve chosen to name him after you, Jaskier, to name him Julian.”
Jaskier looked between you both, unsure that he had heard correctly. The smile had fallen from his lips, replaced with a more solemn look.
“Are-Are you sure? I mean, naming-naming your child– your firstborn nonetheless– is an important matter–,”
“We are positive, Jask.” Geralt cut him off.
Jaskier stood from his seat, trying to fight back tears as he smiled, and moved to hug you both.
“Thank you.”
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