"Frodo, silly boy, what're ye doin'?"

The little hobbit prodded a moment more before giving up. "Nothing," He answered, "just checking!"

Little Frodo jumped from Bofur's lap and left him to his work, and curious mind, and bonded out of the shed.

"What was that all about?" asked a voice, and Bofur stopped his work to offer the next intruder a smile, "That's the second time he's done that."

"Ach! Who knows?" He offered Bilbo, taking the steaming cup of coffee, "He's just a child."

Still Bofur patted at his belly; "Think I'm fat?" He asked Bilbo, and the hobbit smiled as he shook his head.

"Settled is more like it," Bilbo offered, and he grinned when the dwarf smirked.

"Fat," Bofur stated, and sipped his coffee, "I blame yer cookin'."

"Settled," Bilbo argued, "and I blame your fourth helpings at supper."

His weekends were the times he often prized; lounging about Bag End and playing with Frodo or having private moments with the love of his long life.

Today however, as he lay next to Bilbo upon their bed, Bofur was roused from his nap when he felt a slight pressure rest across his abdomen.

Opening one eye, he couldn't help but sigh impatiently, and Bilbo lifted his own head and snorted.

"Frodo," Bilbo yawned, "What on earth are you doing? If you want to nap with us that's fine but let Bo rest comfortably."

Frodo giggled and, with Bofur's help, nestled himself between his two puzzled parents.

"I'm getting' fat," He mused as he looked curiously at the drawing, "Maybe he's tellin' me to drop some pounds, eh?"

"Oh don't be silly! Your belly is as firm and flat as it ever was!" Bilbo chuckled, "Maybe he's just…drawing us differently to amuse himself."

"He's drawn ye like he's always drawn ye!" Bofur argued, "I'm the one he keeps drawing gettin' fatter and fatter!"

"Oh Bo!" Bilbo laughed, and wrapped his arms around the seated dwarf, and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry!"

"He keeps pokin' me belly!" Bofur whined, "and not that it's a bad thing but he's constantly wanting to help me with damn near everythin'! He even told me I should stop workin' so much!"

"Oh," Bilbo sighed, "Perhaps he just wants you around more. I know I do."

Bofur sighed and slunk down in his chair; "He's…I hate to say it, love, he's startin' to annoy me!"

"Whatcha building?" Frodo asked gleefully as he sat away from Bofur and observed the dwarf working at his bench.

Little Frodo had come straight to the shop after his morning lesson, to give Bilbo time to write in his book, and sat in the corner at the back of Bofur's shop; kicking his feet and watching the dwarf with great interest.

"A rockin' horse," Bofur explained patiently, "Fer a little girl."

"Your having a girl?" Frodo asked, "I didn't know you could tell that!"

Bofur's hands stopped in mid-sanding and he stared wide-eyed and slack jawed at the bright little hobbit.

"Frodo," Bofur chuckled, "Ye…Ye think I'm havin' a baby?"