#riviamagines | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

whitewolfandthefox · 4 years

Text

Heaven Help A Fool: Part 2

Follow-up on @riviawitch3r’s Heaven Help A Fool. An anon requested it and they didn’t quite have time, so I wrote a Part 2 with their blessing! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: super fluffy happy family, childbirth, softies

Masterlist

Add yourself to my taglist

Words: 1373

You screamed as a wave of pain washed through you, forcing your body to curl as you rode it out. Jaskier sat beside you, looking pale and anxious. He turned to look at the healer next to the two of, “Why is she in so much pain? She’ll be ok, right?”

“Don’t worry, this is normal. Childbirth is never a pleasant process, just help her breathe through her next contraction, that’s the biggest help you could give right now”, she replied. Reaching over, she changed the cold compress she had on your forehead as you laid back against the bed, closing your eyes in exhaustion. You inhaled sharply through your nose as the next contraction hit you, desperately hanging on to your husband’s hand to keep you grounded through the pain.

“That’s it, my love, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Just like this.” Jaskier tried to coach you, demonstrating the breathing the two of you had been practicing in the months leading up to the birth of your child.

“Jaskier, I swear to the gods I will murder you if you keep doing that,” you ground out, teeth gritted against the pain. “You’re never touching me again, if this is what I have to endure for that. You’re not worth it.” Jaskier blanched at your words.

The healer laughed, reassuring Jaskier, “Many mothers say that, don’t worry.” Looking at you, she continued, “I’m just going to check you, my dear, you should be getting close.”

Panting through the end of your contraction, you slowly relaxed back against the headboard. “I hope so, 9 hours of this has got to be enough for the little monster to be ready to come out.”

Jaskier gasped, “Little monster! How could you call our precious child that.” As you swung your head to pierce him with your stare, he frantically backtracked. “Little monster, yes, we can’t wait to meet them.”

As the healer released the blanket covering your legs, she looked up at you and smiled. “Good news, you’re ready to push. The next contraction that you feel, I want you to give it your all. We should be meeting your little one very soon!”

As she finished her words, you could feel the next contraction rolling over you. You crushed Jaskier’s hand, ignoring the pained yelp your husband gave. Leaning back, you panted as the contraction finished, tears rolling down your face. “I’m so tired,” you whimpered, rolling your head to look at Jaskier.

“I know, my love, I know.” he murmured. “You are doing so well, you are so close.” He reached up, changing the compress on your head before sweeping your sweaty hair away from your face and dropping a kiss on the top of your head.

The next contraction hit, forcing a pained groan out of you. You and Jaskier breathed through it, before you collapsed back against the bed. “I can’t do it,” you cried, “it hurts.” Jaskier gripped your hand, dropping his head to place his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, dropping your head to rest it against his shoulder.

“Ok, up.” the healer said, gesturing at Jaskier. “What?” you almost giggled at your husband’s bewildered face before the next contraction turned the rush of air into a whimper, desperately clutching at his hand.

“Up and behind her,” the healer continued. “Sit behind her and support her from behind.” Understanding dawning on Jaskier’s face, he helped you lean forward before climbing onto the bed behind you and settling you between his legs, pulling you back to lean against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

He finished moving just as your next contraction hit, you grabbed for his hand, pushing as you panted through the contraction, just as the healer had shown you. “The head is crowning!” the healer exclaimed. She looked up at you, “One or two more good pushes, Y/N, and you’ll be meeting your child.”

As the next contraction hit you, you let out a short shout, pushing as hard as you could. All of a sudden cries filled the room, as the healer lifted the tiny body from between your legs. You collapsed against Jaskier, exhausted but happy as the healer cut the cord and cleaned your new baby. She wrapped the tiny infant in a blanket before approaching you, saying “Jaskier and Y/N, meet your new son.”

You gasped, tears running down your face as you reached for your son, taking him into your arms and leaning back against your husband as you tucked the tiny body against your chest. Jaskier dropped a kiss on your head, reaching around you to brush his fingers against his son’s cheek. You turned your body, passing the tiny boy to your husband, laying a hand on his stomach and just feeling him breathe.

You don’t know how long the two of you sat there, staring at your new child, in awe of what the two of you had made, before your son started crying. As you loosened the top of your robe, you glanced tiredly up at your husband. “Why don’t you go get the others? They can meet him, and then we can rest.” Jaskier passed the boy to you and you settled your son at your breast, allowing him to feed.

“You are sure?” Jaskier examined you, before nodding and gently moving out from behind you, moving towards the door. You returned your gaze to the precious boy in your arms, looking up again as Ciri and Geralt entered the room. Ciri immediately bounced towards you, dropping onto the bed, as she reached out, stopping herself before looking up at you in inquiry. Seeing you nod and smile, she gently brushed her index finger against the boy's palm, giggling when his hand closed around her finger.

“What’s his name?” Ciri asked. You and Jaskier glanced at each other, before you looked over at Geralt, who was hovering by the doorway as Jaskier came to stand next to your bed. “We decided on Nicholas Geralt Pankratz.” Geralt’s eyes were shining with an unnamed emotion. “If that’s ok with you, Geralt.” Jaskier added.

Geralt nodded sharply, but the two of you could tell that he was touched. You beckoned Geralt in, watching as he approached the bed before dropping into a chair next to it. You whispered something to Jaskier, before passing Nicholas to your husband, who stood and made his way over to the man who you had given your child his second name for. Geralt’s face took on a shocked look as Jaskier gently arranged the small boy in his arms, before stepping away.

Slowly, Geralt lifted a hand to brush one finger against the child’s face before touching the palm of the waving hand, a soft smile gracing his face at the antics of the boy in his arms. He looked at the two of you, as you rested against Jaskier, tucked under his arm. “He’s beautiful,” Geralt whispered, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you replied. “It is because of you that we are together again, you gave us the courage to find each other. You have done so much for us, it is only right that we honour that.”

Jaskier smoothed your hair back from your face, before continuing. “We had hoped that you and Ciri would be his godparents.”

Ciri gasped before exclaiming her assent, delighted that she was honoured in such a way, making her way over to the chair that Geralt sat in, perching on the armrest and reaching to set her hand on the baby’s forehead. Geralt slowly nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the baby in his arms. The two of them sat like that until Nicholas’s eyes started to close. Geralt carefully passed the baby to Ciri who walked to the two new parents.

You and Jaskier settled on the bed, Jaskier sitting against the headboard and you settled on your side between his legs. Ciri passed the baby to your husband, smiling and leaving the room with Geralt following. Your eyes slowly drifted shut as you could hear Jaskier murmuring quietly to the baby in his arms, content that your little family of four had grown to five.

**~*~*~*~**

Add yourself to my taglist

46 notes · View notes