Summary: Meeting
It was certainly not unusual for Thorin to arrive to dinner later than every one else, not shocking to see Bilbo with a bundle of blankets in his arms but the curious stares from their families was a little odd.
"How was your day of quiet, Ghivashel?" Thorin asked as he pressed a kiss to Bilbo's upturned lips.
"Ah, wonderful until around tea time." Bilbo smiled and shifted his bundle of baby.
"is that when this little one came?" Thorin asked tracing the small one's rosy cheek as he sat next to Bilbo.
"Yes, would you like to hold her?" Bilbo asked.
"Of course." Thorin held out his arms for the child, smiling softly at the little thing.
"Why does he get to hold her first?" Kili whined, "We've been asking since we discovered it was a babe."
"A father should always hold his child first after the birthing parent." Sam said, glaring at the others.
Thorin looked up from the baby in his arms to stare at Bilbo in shock.
"Father?" He squeaked.
Bilbo nodded, "She's certainly your daughter, she's got those Durin blues in her eyes."
"I... you said nothing." Thorin whispered.
"Yes, well, I had no patience for trying to convince you she was on her way nor for the way you'd surely become overprotective." Bilbo shook his head, "It was less stressful for me to say nothing and to prepare in somewhat secrecy."
"Oh?" Bofur asked, "How'd you even manage?"
"Well, Thranduil gave me the herbs that allow my body to feed her and Ori provided the birthing blanket while Dori made her first nightdress. Honestly if I ask for something not a single one of you questions what I need it for, you just get it for me." Bilbo cooed at the baby, "I suppose I should talk with Thranduil and Bard, I'm unsure if Elves have the same ability as Hobbits."
Thorin smiled at Bilbo, "You have given me a daughter to add to our Sons. Thank you."
Bilbo rolled his eyes, "You helped."
"Only a little, you did much of the work and I have no doubt that my people will be even more in awe of you." Thorin whispered as he leaned his forehead against Bilbo's.
Bilbo sighed, "There's no way out if it is there?"
"Not at all."
"But wait!" Gimli cried, "How did the babe get in Bilbo?"
"You are too young for such questions." Gimris said and silenced her son.
Gimli pouted and the little Hobbits gathered around Thorin to see their newest arrival.
"Were we that small?" Frodo asked Bilbo."
"Yes." Bilbo said, "Pippin may have even been smaller."
"Can I hold her?" Merry asked.
As Thorin helped the young faunt into his lap to help him hold the babe as Sam turned to Bilbo.
"What's her name?" Sam asked.
"What do you think?" Bilbo asked.
"Ereis!" Sam cried.
"Why?" Bilbo asked, curious.
"Because you quest for Erebor bought her about, if the Dwarrows had never lost the Mountain she wouldn't be here. But calling her Erebor would be silly and Dwarrows do that thing where their names sound like each other so she's Ereis." Sam explained.
"Ereis is perfect." Thorin said softly.
Bilbo smiled, "I suppose it is."
And then the newly named Ereis began to cry as she filled her diaper and it felt yucky.
And the rest of the family laughed at Thorin's disgusted face, but he still smiled.