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A loud thud hits the floor outside of Geralt and Jaskier's room. Geralt's eyes fly open, but he refuses to move, far too comfortable under the heat of the duvet with Jaskier wrapped, octopus-like, around him. Good thing they sleep in various states of undress (completely nude is his preference). He can feel his husband shift against him, the cold tip of his nose pressing into the back of Geralt's neck.
Jaskier sleeps so deeply, Geralt wonders if he's even heard the noise that woke him up.
Another thud sounds outside their door and Geralt sighs deeply. He supposes that he should get up and address the noise, but as previously noted, he's far too comfortable to move. Having hired experienced help at the bakery, it's the first morning in a long time that he's been able to sleep in and he wants to take advantage of it. But this must be what Jaskier deals with on a daily basis.
"DADDY!!!!" comes the screeching voice of Cirilla, his dear, dear... dear darling daughter.
Jaskier snorts violently awake, unable to ignore their daughter no matter the state of being he's in.
"Your daughter's awake," Geralt rumbles, careful to keep his voice down so as not to alert Ciri to their newly awakened status.
Jaskier blinks blearily at their shut, but unlocked, door and then snuggles back into the bed, pulling the duvet over his head. He presses an uncoordinated kiss to Geralt's shoulder and then shoves his face between his shoulder blades.
"Before sunrise, she's your daughter," says Jaskier, voice muffled against Geralt's back.
Turning in the bed, Geralt chuckles near silently as he wraps Jaskier tightly in his arms, joining him under the duvet. Their bed creaks under them as he dusts kisses over Jaskier's cheeks, watching through the low light as his nose wrinkles adorably in response.
"Geraaaaaaaalt..." Jaskier whines. "Jus' wanna sleep, please."
Geralt hums and presses a kiss against his forehead. "It's after sunrise, but I'll let it go this time." He rolls out of bed, briefly exposing Jaskier to the cold air of their room.
He watches fondly as Jaskier shivers exaggeratedly and gathers the duvet around him, stealing the blankets from the rest of the bed. Geralt helpfully climbs onto the bed and on top of Jaskier, choosing to ignore the muffled, sleepy whines as he tucks the duvet around his sleepy husband. Another thuds hits the carpeted floor outside their door.
"I'll be back later," he tells Jaskier, kisses the little tuft of brown hair still visible from the blanket burrito, and then goes to get dressed.
Opening their dresser, he rustles through their unorganized, half-folded clothing and pulls out a gray pair of sweatpants and a white sleeveless undershirt. While he pulls his prematurely gray hair up for the morning, hair band snapping into place, he opens the door and finds Cirilla laying flat on her back on the floor, throwing a stuffie in the air as she kicks her feet.
"Ciri." Up against goes the stuffie, her green and pink nightgown a tent over her knees.
"Daddy," she says, matching his grave tone.
Geralt growls and swoops down upon their daughter, picking her up from the floor and lifting her high in the air. Ciri screeches in joy, wiggling in her father's hold as she sails through the air.
"In this house, we eat children for breakfast," Geralt growls as they make their way downstairs to the kitchen.
"No, daddy, nooooooo!" Ciri yells, curling up against Geralt's chest.
"No?" He looks down at his daughter, amazed as always at how the gods' deemed him worthy enough to be her father.
"No!" she declares loudly. "We eat... chocolate chip pancakes."
Geralt closes his eyes and hums in consideration, just catching the puppy eyes from the little manipulator in his arms. Jaskier has taught her too well.
"Then chocolate chip pancakes it is."
"Yes!"
Ciri wiggles in excitement in his arms, Geralt soon letting her down so she can work out some of that seven-year-old-early-morning-energy. He watches her for a moment as she runs around the couch, her stuffie lifted high in the air as she makes swooshing sounds.
With a smile, Geralt turns to their kitchen, donning an apron and pulling out the ingredients. He makes sure Ciri is suitably distracted before reaching up high for where the chocolate chips are hidden deep in the cabinet. He smirks as he remembers that he has to hide it from Jaskier as well.
"Ciri," he calls out. "Do we want a light amount of chocolate chips, a regular amount, or a heavy amount?"
"HEAVY!" she yells back.
"As you wish, princess." He laughs and turns back to the batter as he hears Frozen II come on in the background. To think, he can tell the difference between Frozen and Frozen II from the first opening notes of the movies.
He sets the now chocolate chip filled batter to the side to rest for a moment before he starts up the coffee pot.
This is sure to wake up Jaskier for the day.
He gets through four pancakes before he senses him.
True to his intimate knowledge of Jaskier, he first hears the duvet dragging against the carpet before he sees Jaskier turn the corner into the kitchen, wrapped and covered in the duvet like some sort of sentient, walking burrito.
"Geralt," Jaskier rasps, his voice clearly still asleep. "Is that the nectar of the gods' I'm smelling? That bitter, life-giving ambrosia?"
Jaskier walks right into Geralt's open arms, caring little for the fact that there is still a pancake cooking in the pan.
"It's only coffee."
"Ambrosia, Geralt. Sweet, sweet ambrosia."
His husband is very dramatic and Geralt loves him for it.
"PAPA!" their daughter screeches behind Jaskier, scaring him further into Geralt's arms.
"Ciri," Jaskier says with false cheer, trying to cover up his momentary fright, but soon enough the smile on his face becomes genuine.
"You're awake, you're awake!! Come watch Frozen with me!" Ciri grabs the corner of the duvet and starts to pull Jaskier towards their living room.
Jaskier stumbles a little bit. "Just a moment, darling. I wanna speak with Daddy."
"Promise?" Those puppy eyes again.
"Promise." Jaskier bends down, the duvet falling to his shoulders, and offers a pinky to Ciri.
She curls her pinky around his gleefully. Jaskier kisses their entwined pinkies and states, "the deal is sealed."
Ciri echoes him a second later and then runs off to the living room and lands with a plop on the couch, leaving them once again in relative quiet.
Gods, Geralt loves them both so much.
Jaskier turns to Geralt and leans against him once again. Geralt wraps his arms around him.
"Now about that ambrosia."
Geralt brushes his nose against Jaskier's gently, humming softly. "It's gonna cost you."
"Oh?"
"Mhmm. One whole kiss."
Jaskier gasps in mock offense. "Abject highway robbery!"
Geralt chuckles and leans in for a good morning kiss, pressing his lips against Jaskier softer lips, morning breath be damned. He's so wrapped up in Jaskier that he fails to notice Frozen being silenced in the background.
A tug on his apron pulls him away from the kiss.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, my little love?"
"Something's burning."
"Hm-- Oh shit, the pancakes!!"