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

Soft

Jaskier looks as though he's been completely taken over by blankets and vines at this point. At least he's finally satisfied with his nest. Even if it meant having nature practically overcome his chambers.

"Huh, I can see you're taking the word 'nest' seriously." Lambert comments from the doorway.

"Well, one does what one must for the sake of comfort." He was spent, and the nest looked so inviting. Eskel thought so as well. Which was precisely why he was passed out somewhere in this mound of furs. Tough hunt, he said. Jaskier would have to have everything washed before the time came. No offense to the beta but he smelled too much of goat.

Lambert approached the best, testing one of the curved branches. Sturdy. "Big enough for you?"

"I would have felt cramped otherwise, what with the canopy and all." He gestures around, lying back. "Hm, might be onto something though. Could probably fit five witchers and myself included."

"How about you, two witchers, and the white wolf with that big head of his?" Lambert chuckles, glancing around the nest. It looked like he was asking for his permission.

Jaskier hazard a guess and held a hand out to him. He rolls his eyes as he invites him in. "Might as well." After all, Eskel was already there with him. What was one more?

Later, Geralt would find the three of them sleeping soundly. "Hm."

Not a typical sight at Kaer Morhen. Not by a long shot. He had a feeling that was soon to change. Geralt approaches the nest, and it isn't until he's right in front of it that he notices the wooden talisman Jaskier's sporting. It almost made him feel embarrassed. Yet? Content.

At least he liked it enough to wear it.
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Jaskier was in a foul mood. Geralt had gone off to search for his child surprise. He wasn't sure if it was the impending fatherhood or what have you that spurred him on, but off he had went. Jaskier was tempted to give his backside a good kick when he returned.

Course, he knew Geralt had left because he wanted to keep the child safe. What with the threat of Nilfgaard and all. He was just worried. Jaskier was so far along now, and Yennefer was busy elsewhere. The two people he wanted to be around most right now were out of his reach.

He still had a little more time to go, so he hoped. That's what his math said anyhow.

At least Vesemir was allowing his Nana Prim to come around, because it wasn't like they had much experience with delivering children. That put him at ease at least.

It'd been a few weeks since Geralt left, Jaskier was getting more and more worried as time went on. Lambert and Eskel did their best to reassure him. It did little.

Nana Prim insisted he stay in bed, but he was getting so restless. Cleaning, rearranging, cleaning, dusting-he couldn't keep still. And he wouldn't. Not even as the aching started to set in. He wanted Geralt to be with him so badly. He cried for him.

He knew it was time but he begged and pleaded-"Just a little while longer, just wait." He didn't want to do this without Geralt, but it looked as though the fates had a different plan.

He could be heard wailing from the other side of the door. Prim wouldn't permit anyone else entrance-which the witchers were mighty pressed about. She needed room to work and couldn't have anyone else fretting about.

"Please," she had told them. "I'll fetch you both once it's over with. For now I suggest keeping yourselves preoccupied." Then she casually mentioned the fresh bread she had baked just moments ago and "may as well not let it go to waste".