See Me Differently, I Beg You(Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Jaskier)

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When the dust had settled Jaskier found himself all nice and cozy in his nest, the twins sleeping soundly beside him. Though what woke him was less than pleasant. A commotion at the door. Getting a little too loud for his tastes.

Yennefer was there, hand firm on the handle as she stares Lambert in the eye. By now whatever Prim had given them had worn off, and though the witchers were still groggy the panic of Jaskier's labor had been motive enough to send them straight to his door. Real keen on being able to see him too.

"He'll see you when he's good and ready." Yennefer tells them. "He needs to rest."

Jaskier lifts his head, eyes still heavy. He can sense their stress from where he lay. And as much as he would love to show off his children and quell their worries-he was not presentable. And he was exhausted. Sensitive. The only two people he wanted here right now were Geralt and Yennefer.

"I'm alright." He manages to say, "I'm in good hands."

He can recognize Lambert's hand on the door frame, no longer forcing it open. There's a wash of relief once the witchers hear his voice.

"Yeah, we thought that before. Great bunch of good that did." Lambert knew that mage was no good the second she stepped into the keep. Eskel too. They could feel it. First they thought they were only being paranoid. Now? They were going to be a lot more strict on who they granted access. No more exceptions.

"I'll try not to be offended." Yennefer scoffed, "If you want to know where that foul woman went off to, she's currently feeding Jaskier's plants-"

"Did he kill her?"

She peered around the alpha, locking her gaze with Eskel. "No." Her grip on the handle tightens, "I did."

Jaskier clears his throat, "You know, if you three wish to continue this conversation you can do so outside my den." Preferably before they woke his children. He laid his head back down, tired eyes narrowed at the doorway.

He only looked away once they left him, letting out a sigh. Good. The last thing he needed now was a headache.

He sighed, looking down at his children. So small. Innocent. Sweet little things. He wished their entry had been a little more peaceful, but at least they were both healthy. And now beginning to stir, it seemed. "Oh no." He gently pulled Griffin close, smoothing a hand over his soft cheek.

"Come here..." He cooed, comforting the newborn as he began to hiccup. Maybe he was hungry?

Trying to find a comfortable way to nurse was awkward and time consuming. But once it was all said and done-except it wasn't because Aster decided right then to wake as well. So he had to repeat the process.

He discovered a few things.

He knew babies eyes tended to change color as they grew. Mostly from blue and what not. But he was for sure certain that Griffin was going to be stuck with his. And for one reason only. They were milky white.

Pine's words turned out to bear more truth than he thought. So if Griffin was blind, then perhaps that meant Aster couldn't speak. They'd find out later on down the line.

He'll find a way for her to communicate, and teach it to them both. And himself. Geralt too-hell everyone in the keep.
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It was a good week until Vesemir returned. Geralt and his child surprise with him. Yennefer was the first to fill him in-and chew him out. But once she found out why he had taken so 'damn bloody long' she was a little more forgiving. He was still recovering after all.

She'd been helping Jaskier take care of the pups and was more than eager to catch the witcher's reaction. "Think it best you see them right away. If Jaskier finds out your here he'll come find you himself." And she rather have him rest a little while longer.