#otherwise you’ll end up like me lol drinking tea in the afternoon ready for sleep

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

Part two of Sabrina’s angsty, then fluff induced pregnancy story!

I honestly did not expect that, for one of the least liked characters in the series, that I would feel absolutely heartbroken and grieved by the first part. But I was, and oh for the love of all the gods, did I feel horrible this morning. It also didn’t help that I was up until 3am writing the first part, lol

Anyways, this will be a much happier part.

And, to reiterate from the first part, thank you again @enid--an-gleanna for helping me brainstorm!

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Sabrina didn’t know what to expect from her pregnancy, and had shared her concerns with Yenna, who insisted that her daughter, Lavinia, should stay with Sabrina to keep her company and to monitor her pregnancy. Lavinia had, of course, protested to her mother’s declaration, but after some coaxing from both Ciri and Geralt, and meeting Sabrina in person, she relented and agreed to stay with the red-haired sorceress.

Sabrina had just woken for the day, her body stiff with sore muscles and aches from carrying the little one for the past eight months, but she was glowing as she stepped out into the living area, her eyes scanning for her friend’s daughter. The clang of steel outside caught her attention, and she made her way to the front door to peek outside, catching sight of said daughter hacking into a practice dummy that was enchanted to fight back as if it were a real person.

Sabrina was captivated by Lavinia’s movements, how much she had inherited her mother’s grace while still taking on her father’s trade, the way she moved around the dummy, parrying each swing and cheap hit, how she ducked and dived and how she danced through each counterattack as if it were nothing to her. She tore her eyes away for a moment to glance down at her swollen belly.

“I only hope that I can raise you to be that strong and independent.” She spoke, her voice low, as she ran her hand over the swell, resting it beneath the curve as she leaned against the doorframe.

It was at that point where Lavinia caught sight of her, unenchanting the dummy before glancing over to her, her breathing slightly quickened from her morning practice.

“I’m sorry. I... I didn’t mean to spy.” Sabrina quickly spoke, trying to convey her apologies to the young woman before her. Lavinia shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips.

“I’m not worried about that. I’m more concerned that you’re up and walking about when you should be resting. You’re due at practically any time, and the last thing I would like to find is you lying on the floor when you could be in bed.” Lavinia chastised, making her way to Sabrina’s side.

“But--”

“Besides, mother would kill me if she were to appear and see that I’ve neglected to uphold my end of our deal.” She gently took Sabrina’s arm and lead her back into the living room, easing her down onto the couch. “And I make it a point to never have to receive a verbal, or magical, thrashing from my mother.”

Sabrina chuckled at that, the mood lightening as she relaxed into the cushions and pillow behind her. She watched as Lavinia made her way over to the bookshelf, her hand lingering over the exposed spines of the books before turning her head to look back at Sabrina.

“Which book would you like today?”

“The one from yesterday, which I swear I left sitting over here on the table.”

“You did, I just put it back on the shelf after bringing you to bed last night.”

She grabbed the book, bringing it over to Sabrina and handing it off before asking what she would like for breakfast. She disappeared into the kitchen then, and reappeared a few minutes later with a cup of tea in her hands. Sabrina looked at her with confusion as she accepted the offered glass.

“It’s lavender and oat straw. It’s meant to help alleviate any symptoms of insomnia, which I know can develop over the course of a pregnancy, and anxiousness. This last month is where that all culminates together, so it’s important that I have you drink this infusion daily. Not only that, but the oat straw in incredibly high in calcium and magnesium, and is therefore very healthy for you, especially when it’s infused in a tea.”

“Wow... I’m impressed.” Sabrina spoke, her expression sincere as she looked up at Lavinia. “Where did you learn that?”

“Margarita.”

The admission brought laughter from Sabrina, and Lavinia soon after, both of them settling in as they ate breakfast in the living room. When they were both done, Lavinia gathered their dishes and disappeared into the kitchen once more, leaving Sabrina to her book.

She couldn’t focus on the words, and after several failed attempts, closed the book and placed it on the table beside her, rubbing at her temples to ease her racing thoughts. She had allowed her mind to travel more than once back to the night that she had been assaulted, and it had severely dampened her mood, leaving her depressed and bedridden for several days, unable to even eat small bites of food, and leaving Lavinia no choice but to forcefully encourage her to eat by sitting at her side until she finally relented and ate several bites from the plate. She brought her arms down to her belly, cradling it as she reclined against the couch cushions.

“You are a blessing from a terrible action... I can only hope that I will be able to look at you and not see him... To care for you without the fear of seeing his face reflected in yours.”

A few soft kicks pressed against her arms, and she let out a small laugh, tears slipping down her cheeks. Lavinia returned then, catching sight of the troubled woman. She approached slowly, having heard the story of what had transpired, and sat down beside her, gently placing her hand on her shoulder. Sabrina flinched at first, but sensed Lavinia beside her, and allowed her body to relax. She turned her gaze to the girl, a sad smile coming to her lips.

“I’m sorry...”

“Don’t be.” Lavinia replied, her voice soft as she tenderly took Sabrina’s hand in hers. “You are allowed to feel what you feel... No one is telling you otherwise. The only thing I will point out is that you are suffering in silence. If ever you want to talk, I will listen.”

Sabrina broke, spilling out all of her fears and worries from the past eight months, telling Lavinia how fearful it was to think that her baby would look like the man who had assaulted her, how terrified she was to raise the baby alone, how lonely it had been for her as she went through the whole pregnancy without support outside of Lavinia and her family. She shared how terrified she was to face the pain of childbirth, and how scared she was of being alone when she went into labor. Lavinia moved from the couch and kneeled down before Sabrina, gently taking her hands in hers, resting them against the swell of her belly.

“Will you do me a single favor?” She asked, her lilac eyes gazing up into Sabrina’s dark brown.

“I... I suppose I could...”

“Believe in yourself.”

Sabrina stopped, staring directly into Lavinia’s eyes as she processed what the young woman had just said to her. She blinked a few times, then questioned Lavinia.

“Believe in yourself.” She replied, gently squeezing Sabrina’s hands. “You’ll make a fine mother. You’re more than capable of raising the baby, and mother has offered to help in any way that she can. Plus, I know you have stayed in contact with the Lodge, and there are some with children of their own. You will be fine. You will be okay.”

Lavinia stood from the floor and moved over to gaze out of the window, her own mind clouded with a few stray thoughts, before she turned back to Sabrina.

“Over the last few months that I’ve stayed here, I’ve gotten to know you fairly well. Having watched my own mother deal with dad being gone for many extended days on contracts, and knowing just how much of her pregnancy with my brother he missed out on, I can see how alone you feel. So I’d like to make you an offer, a child to a mother.”

Sabrina gazed at her with confusion, still wiping the tears from her cheeks, before nodding her head for Lavinia to continue. Lavinia came before her once more, dropping again to a knee as she gazed up into Sabrina’s eyes.

Lavinia offered her a smile, her eyes glittering in the morning light, before wrapping her arms around Sabrina’s waist, her ear pressed against the swell of her belly. New tears spilled down Sabrina’s cheeks, one hand covering her mouth as the other came to rest on Lavinia’s shoulder. Nia tilted her head up, gazing into Sabrina’s eyes with the smile still on her face.

“Will you allow me to stand in as an unofficial older sister? Will you take me as your unofficial daughter?”

“Of course I will.” Sabrina cried, her arms outstretched to gather Lavinia into a hug, which the latter accepted. “You’ve just made me... The happiest I’ve been in months.”

“I’m glad... Mom.” Nia replied, her smile mirroring Sabrina’s.

The afternoon passed by in a complete blur, and soon the moon hung in the sky above the cottage. Nia glanced outside, gazing up at the constellations that littered the darkness, a soft sigh passing her lips.

“What’s wrong, Lavinia?” Sabrina asked, struggling to her feet before making her way to Lavinia’s side.

“The placement of the constellations...” She whispered, her eyes locked on the sky. “The crescent moon... It all signalizes change.”

Sabrina gazed up as well, but she didn’t have the same grasp of astronomy as Lavinia did, so she simply admired the purity of the night sky. She took hold of Nia’s arm, giving it a light squeeze to break the girl from her trance. Nia glanced over to her, her eyes searching Sabrina’s as she looked at her, before finally shaking free of her trance.

“Sorry... The night sky is usually a comfort for me.” She whispered, her hand coming to cover Sabrina’s.

“Why don’t we call it a night, hmm? Some sleep will clear your head.”

Nia nodded her head in agreement and walked with Sabrina down to her bedroom, where she helped her ready herself for bed with the snap of her fingers. She helped Sabrina lower herself onto her mattress before she eased her back into the pillows, bidding her goodnight before she began to walk towards the bedroom door.

“Lavinia... Wait.” Sabrina called, her voice soft as she gazed at Nia’s back. She stopped and turned to face Sabrina, confusion in her eyes.

“What is it?” She asked, returning to Sabrina’s side.

“I... I don’t want to be alone tonight...” Sabrina replied, her voice soft as she looked up at Lavinia. “I don’t know why... But I don’t want to be alone.”

“It’s okay... Let me change first and I’ll come right back. Okay?”

“Okay.” Sabrina breathed, trying to make herself comfortable against the pillows behind her.

Her back was acting up, and every little movement seemed to trigger some response from the already tense muscles. She tried to place some of the pressure onto one hip, which aggravated her back, then tried the other, but to no avail. Every twinge that could ripple across her muscles did, so she gave up and settled back as best she could against the pillows. She gingerly ran her hand over the swell of her belly, since the little one was now kicking like crazy. She took some deep breaths to steady her racing heart, but it wasn’t helping. Lavinia returned at that moment, seeing her as she was. A flash of panic crossed her face, followed by fear, until she settled back into a more neutral expression. She made her way to Sabrina’s side, climbing up on the bed beside her and placing her palm against her belly, her eyes glossing over as she entered a trance-like state.

Sabrina watched her for a moment, the kicks of the baby slowing to a dull pain, rather than the intensity they had been before. Lavinia snapped out of her trance and gazed down at her.

“I must contact mother. She should be here.”

“What? Why?” Sabrina asked, taking Lavinia’s wrist before she could leave.

“Because you’ve started to go into labor, and I am in no position to deliver my unofficial sibling.”

Sabrina’s eyes widened, shock washing over her before a small contraction set in. She pressed her hand to the spot, fear replacing shock, and looked to Lavinia for support. Nia came to her side immediately, her own hand placed over Sabrina’s as the contraction passed, leaving her just minutes to connect with Yen. Through their telepathic link, Lavinia was able to update Yen and urge her to come as quickly as she could. She informed Nia that she would be bringing Geralt with her, to which Lavinia said to do what she must, but to come soon.

The familiar hum of electricity came to her ears minutes later, and she watched the front door down the hall expectantly, waiting for her family to come in. Sabrina yelped in pain then, squeezing Nia’s hand as a painful contraction set in. Nia offered her support, returning Sabrina’s hold while gently brushing her hair back from her face.

Yen and Geralt walked in moments later, much to the relief of both Sabrina and Nia. Yen instructed Nia to gather a few supplies, and told Geralt to help her settle in against the pillows. When Nia returned, Yen asked her to pull Sabrina’s hair back from her face, and she did, putting it up into a ponytail to keep it from sticking to her skin.

“Nia, Geralt, sit with her and keep her calm.” Yen spoke, glancing between her husband and daughter.

Both did as they were told while Yen coached Sabrina as she delivered the babe. Her labor was long, painful, and taxing to her body, but she persevered and pushed through until the sounds of her crying newborn rang through the room. She collapsed back against the pillows, her breathing ragged and shallow, gazing down at Yennefer as she swaddled the babe in clean linens.

“It’s a girl, Sabrina.” She spoke, lifting the newborn up so that Sabrina could see her.

She saw the tuft of red hair and her pale skin, and breathed a soft sigh of relief that she hadn’t inherited anything from the man who had sired her. She stretched her arms out towards the infant, and Yenna gently laid her in her arms, easing her down towards Sabrina’s chest. The soothing sound of Sabrina’s heartbeat lulled the baby girl until she stopped crying, opening her bleary eyes to gaze up at the foggy world around her. Sabrina gasped then, fear coming to her face as she gazed down into her daughter’s piercing green eyes.

“Sabrina... Hush... Shhh…. It’s okay.” Yen soothed, her hands on Sabrina’s knees as she spoke, gaining the sorceresses gaze. “Everything else about her is you. Her eyes mean nothing when your traits outweigh his.”

“But--”

“No buts, Sabrina. Take a few deep breaths and look back down at her. Actually see your baby.”

Sabrina did as she was told, steadying her heartbeat as she breathed. When she had calmed back down, she brought her gaze back down to the squirming infant in her arms, taking in the sight of her. It was only then that she saw her daughter, and not just the product of assault.

“She’s... She’s so beautiful...” She breathed, tracing her finger over the girl’s arm.

“She certainly is.” Yen replied, watching as Sabrina fawned over the baby in her arms. “Have you thought of any names?”

“Lavinia helped me decide on a few several weeks back, and I know which one fits her best.”

“Which one did you pick?” Nia asked, gazing down at the newborn with fascination.

“Renna.” She cuddled the girl close to her chest, her happiness radiating off of her. “Welcome to the world, my little flame.”

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