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Tell jokes about them that go over their heads.

I’ve missed our conversations and your company, but I’ve missed your penis as well.

Using big words already leaves them drooling.

And to think Yennefer was worried about what *I* was going to try earlier. Next time, I shall warn her about you.

I’m a perfect lady. Doesn’t mean I can’t still miss your cock.

Is everything alright? You're rather defensive about my teasing tonight.

[ OOC: just decided to do this, let me know if it doesn’t work. ]

Midge sighs deeply. She was hoping that she wouldn’t have to talk about this, but apparently she can’t even hide her emotions over text.

Joel and I got into an argument.

He came to drop off the kids this afternoon and my parents asked in front of him who I had made soup for. I don’t think they meant to ask in front of him, but of course it set off his radar. I told them about you, briefly. Nothing my parents didn’t already know, that you’re a friend of mine that I met recently and that you were sick. My parents are a little less insistent on prying into my social life. Joel still sometimes thinks he’s owed the explanation that a husband would be, which is ironic when you think about it.

He spoke with me in the hall and wanted to know more about you. I gave him a few details that he… wasn’t impressed with. He asked if we were dating and I denied it, because, technically, we aren’t. Joel knows when I’m lying. He knew we were fucking and I denied it because I didn’t want to argue with him, but it turned into an argument anyway.

Well.

Fuck.

The urge to send Geralt after Joel is really, really strong right now. Jaskier takes a moment to frustratedly scream into his pillow before replying.

I'm still recovering so I can't do much. But if you want to come over and cuddle, my arms are open to comfort you.

I know. It’s okay. You need to rest and regain your strength.

I’m not ashamed of you, nor am I hiding you from them, but… they wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t approve of the nature of our relationship. Joel could hardly believe that I was sleeping with someone else. He’s blaming it on the people I’m meeting in the clubs, since I told him that you’re a musician.

Didn’t mention that we met in jail.

That doesn't mean I can't cuddle.

Darling, it's alright. I wasn't expecting you to tell them anything, nor did I ever think you're ashamed of me. Clubs have changed you. Your career has changed you. And that's perfectly fine - natural, expected. Not something to weaponize.

Joel is an absolute arse who needs a good punch in the face. You don't owe him any explanations, Midge. I would've understood if I was around the kids, but I'm not. So next time? Just tell him to mind his own business.

It’s after 3AM, Jaskier.

I told him as much, which is what caused him to end the argument and leave.

He regrets cheating on me and I think he thinks we’re going to get back together someday, but we aren’t. I’m never taking him back.

Feelings and friendship don't come in schedules.

So when you called him out, he left? How classy of him. Fucking coward. He could, at the very least, apologize.

Good. You shouldn't. His attitude proves he hasn't gotten any better. You deserve better, darling.

Midge wipes the tears out of her eyes. Being cuddled sounds wonderful right about now but she’s not sure how they would manage it.

How would I get there?

He doesn’t think he’s wrong so he won’t apologize. Not yet anyway.

I know I do.

Just a moment. A few minutes later, she gets a new text. Go down the ladder outside your window.

Meaning the fire escape. When Midge goes down, she'll find an open portal waiting. Crossing it will probably make her a bit dizzy, but hey, it takes her right to Jaskier's room. He's still tucked in bed and Yennefer is sitting on the edge, wearing a robe.

"Get me a hair of his and I'll curse him in the morning," she tells Midge as a wave of her hand makes the portal disappear. After reminding Jaskier of the rules, she leaves the room.

Jaskier just lifts his blankets and sheets, inviting Midge to get in.

Midge has the wherewithal to put on her robe and slippers before going outside. She finds the strange glowing circle, a window into Jaskier’s bedroom. It’s a weird sensation to step through.

“Boy, you can’t beat travel time like that,” Midge says, sniffing and trying to hold back her tears. She nods at Yennefer, not sure if she really wants to curse Joel.

After the witch leaves, Midge crawls into bed next to Jaskier and lets her tears go, sobbing against his shoulder.

"True. But I still want to try out flying."

As soon as she crawls into bed, Jaskier covers them both with the blankets and wraps his arms around her, bringing her as close as possible. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back as he rocks her, very lowly humming a random tune while letting her cry her heart out. Not a word for now, he thinks she needs to let it all out first.

She cries for a while before thinking to ask: “Are you still contagious?”

It doesn’t even matter at this point. Jaskier’s arms feel too perfect around her and the bed is warm. She doesn’t plan on leaving.

He can't help but chuckle. "Does it matter?"

Earlier, he'd been worried about her kids. Now, though? Now he just wants her to get better and fuck everything else. Besides, it's become a normal cold. The main danger is gone. Getting a normal cold won't kill the children.

Jaskier cups her cheek and kisses her forehead. "You can cry as long as you want. Stay as long as you want. You're safe here."

“No,” Midge replies, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

She moves back slightly and lets out a deep sigh before wiping her eyes.

“He seemed so… judgmental. I know I shouldn’t care what he thinks, but he’s still the father of my children.”

"Of course you care," he says in his softest voice, still rubbing her back. "He was the love of your life, the one you chose to marry. That won't go away overnight. Your heart aches for whom it used to crave." Another kiss for the top of her head. "You mentioned that first, he wasn't impressed by the details - I don't know exactly what you told him, but if it was about life in clubs and the stage, then I imagine that hurts as well. Because he may've been attacking me, but he was indirectly attacking you, too, since we share that lifestyle."

His voice loses its softness with each word, getting angrier by the second. Jaskier takes a moment to take a deep breath and calm down - she needs comfort, not bitching.

"He's just a bitter arse, angry at himself for losing something wonderful, but taking it out on you. Of course it hurts to be attacked for his mistake. Remember that, Miriam: his mistake. Not yours. You haven't done anything wrong."

Midge lays her head back on his chest, nuzzling up underneath his chin.

“I told him that you were a musician and an Otherworlder…” She sighs again. “He knows you’re not Jewish.” It will most likely be the biggest problem that her parents will have with Jaskier as well, should they ever learn the true nature of he and Midge’s relationship. “He shouldn’t have a problem with clubs. The idiot is trying to open his own club in Chinatown.”

Midge puts her hand on Jaskier’s chest, stroking gently and feeling the warmth of his body next to hers.

“It’s hard to remember sometimes. Sometimes I still think I must have done something to drive him away.”

"For fuck's sake..." Of course, it had to be the religion thing. Of fucking course. Jaskier sighs and thanks the gods that Midge is still talking, because he's pretty fucking angry at Joel now and who knows if he could've contained his religious rant.

(If this is such a big deal, he doesn't look forward to meeting her parents, then.)

"That's the kind of argument I would've expected from people in my world. Many a person was stuck in unhappy marriages and couldn't escape - cheating was their only choice. But here? You have fucking divorce. I seriously doubt you did anything, considering he wants you back - but even if you had, he could've just asked for divorce. Yet he didn't. He kept using you as his maid, nanny, and cook. And now he behaves like a controlling arse, which proves he's like that in his spare time and not because of your marriage."

Midge doesn’t want to get into religion right now either. She’s weary and upset. Someday she will try to explain it to him, but not at nearly 4AM.

“He thought he could have me and her. He thought I would forgive him when he came back.” She shrugs. “Joel’s really not a bad guy. He just made a huge mistake and has to suffer the consequences. You’re not the type of guy he thinks I should be with, but he doesn’t get to dictate that.”

"Nobody gets to dictate that, except yourself," he immediately points out, not wanting to think about shit like arranged marriages. "I won't deny that I'm not the kind of bloke a lady introduces to her parents. But I don't think Joel thinks anyone is the 'type of guy' you should be with. So fuck him."

He kisses Midge's cheek. "Worry not, Yennefer will teach him to behave."

“You’re a good person, Jaskier.” Midge wants to make that clear. “But I understand what you mean.” He doesn’t want to settle down. Most parents don’t want that for their children.

“Joel didn’t have much to say about Benjamin, but Benjamin is Jewish, and a doctor. There wasn’t anything he could say. That’s like… the ideal thing a Jewish mother looks for when it comes to a husband for her daughter.” Thus why Rose was so disappointed when Benjamin and Midge’s engagement fizzled.

Midge hums a worried note in her throat. “I don’t want Joel to be hurt,” she warns.

A chuckle. "I'm a bitch. But thank you." It's not even about settling down. It's about him having a dirty mouth, about not behaving according to society's rules, about being a slut, about being an artist without what is considered a 'proper job'. Settling down is the least of his worries when 'meeting the parents'.

Benjamin. That name is new. Jaskier remembers she said she's only slept with two people, so he guesses he must've been the second guy. A doctor, of course - a respectable profession. He bets Joel didn't like him either, but couldn't complain because he liked arguments.

"What happened with this 'ideal' Benjamin?" Curiosity is killing him. Part of him wants to jump on the obvious conclusion: Midge doesn't want traditional anymore. But who knows, maybe he dumped her. "We won't hurt him. Just... scare him a little."

“You aren’t to me.”

Maybe he’ll have no reason to ever meet her parents, but Midge will deal with the situation if it turns into a disaster. Jaskier has manners, at least.

She sighs. She hasn’t told him about Benjamin has she?

“We were engaged, but it was… too much, too soon. We didn’t want the same things. He wasn’t against my career, but he wanted to have a wife at home and have children. I’ve… done that.” A pause. “It’s not that I wouldn’t have more children if my new husband wanted them, but I want to be able to have my career too.” It seems like an impossible task for a woman to have both.

She glances at Jaskier. “And how are you going to scare him?”

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maybe the one that gets the cold is Joel lol

yessss

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