My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 15 | Early

Julian POV

Jask walked to Avocado, picking him up gently and raised an eyebrow as he realised how truly dirty his little boy was. "I want to see my little boy," he muttered under his breath. It was an old joke, a very old one. But still, he could not help but say the other half. "Here he comes." He said as he brung avocado a little closer, eyes locked on each other.

"I want to see my little boy." He said again and this time he didn't have to say the other half as Avocado meowed instead, making Jaskier rollover in a fit of laughter. He hugged the cat to his chest, rolling his eyes slightly at the fact his still wet hands were now just covered in mud. He didn't bother to pat them dry. He walked back to the bathroom, naked as the day he was born and holding the dirty avocado to his chest.

"I'll take the shower?" He suggested, turning it on as they would have to shower anyways as and cute as it would be to bathe the two beautiful creatures in the bathtub, Roach would probably squish Avocado somehow. So he decided it was best to do it in the shower. But still, he looked to Geralt for an answer as he reached forwards and grabbed the cinnamon shampoo. Seemed to work well enough last time.

Geralt POV

Geralt raised an eyebrow at Jask when he heard the man singing then laughing, but didn't comment. That was some vine, or something, he thought. Ciri had probably shown him it at some point. She had taken it upon herself to educate him in such matters. Geralt went along with it only because staying up to date with this sort of thing was heavily encouraged for Corps bodyguards.

"Hm," Geralt agreed. Roach whined cheerfully when he put the stopper in the tub and turned it on, balancing the temperature of the water so that it felt lukewarm to him. He cupped one hand so that it filled with liquid and held it out to Roach for inspection. She sniffed at it, then licked his hand. Geralt took that as a good sign. She hadn't recoiled or whined.

And hopefully, Jask could figure out the shower. If not, then Geralt was right there. He remembered how lost he had been at the man's old apartment, though in fairness, that happened with every client he had that was live-in. It was something about showers that were inherently different and confusing, even if it was the same one as at home.

Once the tub was halfway full, Geralt turned the water off. That would be plenty to get Roach clean. He patted the side of the tub, and she hopped up and over sliding into the water and spraying Geralt. He pushed his hair back out of his face and tried to calm her. Roach settled after a moment of finding her footing and getting used to the water, resting her chin on the edge of the tub for Geralt to stroke her head.

Julian POV

Jask smiled at the hm, taking it as a sign that yes, that does, in fact, sound like an okay plan. As he picked up the cinnamon shampoo he looked around. Surely he brought the conditioner in here too. He looked around before seeing it was shoved in the corner over by the bath in the promise of not being used when Geralt had his moment where he didn't enjoy the scent of cinnamon. Funnily enough, he realised, when he first bathed Geralt on the second day of knowing the man, he used cinnamon and vanilla. He gave a light chuckle, what a coincidence.

He walked over to beside the bath, leaned down and grabbed the bottle of conditioner, muddy cat balanced carefully in one arm and the now two bottles balanced in his other hand. He smiled as he looked at Roach, still out of the bath at this point in time. He moved back over to te shower, taking a second to remember how it worked before he pulled the handle and turned it to the colder side. The cold doesn't affect him and he didn't want the cat to boil to death. Plus, if he really minded the cold, he would have found the damn mud cold and shivered but nope, this cat should just not be a cat.