Bilbo woke to see Frodo fast asleep on top of Thorin. The hobbit chuckled; the way Frodo's curls nestled against Thorin's chin made it look like the dwarf had grown a beard. Bilbo's mind briefly wondered if Thorin would grow his back out now that he had reclaimed Erebor.
The older hobbit fought back the urge to reach out and touch his sleeping family. He didn't want to wake them from whatever dreams they were having. Bilbo slowly got up from the bed. He headed over to his and Thorin's wardrobe, but stopped in front of their full length mirror. He took in his pregnant features. It was becoming easier for him to look at himself without feeling sick; he had his friends and family to thank for that. He rested his hands over his pregnant belly. When his hands reached his scar Bilbo had to choke down the urge to vomit. His mind started to reel the events that lead to that scar. The hobbit's knees became weak and he broke out into a sweat.
Bilbo dropped to the floor crying. He had been doing so well and to backlash like this; but he couldn't stop the feelings or the horrid event from playing over in his head, how he screamed for Thorin but he never came.
Soft cries slowly got louder and louder, "Thorin," Bilbo sobbed, "Thoin!"
Bilbo had his eyes closed tightly as he called Thorin's name over and over; this time his king under the mountain came. The hobbit felt the dwarf's strong arms around him and Thorin's deep voice cooing into his ears.
"There, there, I am here," Thorin whispered, "It's alright, you are in Erebor, nothing can get you here."
"Uncle Bilbo?"
Bilbo sat up and almost hit Thorin in the chin from doing so; he could see his nephew sitting on the end of the bed looking at him and Thorin with extreme worry.
"I'm fine Frodo. I am sorry I woke you." Bilbo said softly trying to hide his pain in his voice.
The young hobbit jumped down and joined Bilbo and Thorin on the floor, "Your lying. Is it me? Do you not want me here?" he asked solemnly.
Bilbo looked heartbroken. Thorin reacted to the question as Bilbo was too distraught to think quickly.
Thorin grabbed one of Frodo's hands and held it tightly, "No my boy, this has nothing to do with you. Me and your uncle are thrilled you are here and safe. This is completely my fault. I failed in my duties to your uncle and he was severely hurt because of it."
Frodo pulled his hand away and looked hard at Thorin like he was deciding if he was going to ask 'what'.
"You lied to me and hurt uncle badly." Frodo said coldly.
Thorin never wished more so than he did at that moment he had died in the battle of the five armies.
"I am sorr-"
Before Thorin could finish he felt a small fist hit him square in the jaw.
"Frodo!" Bilbo said in complete shock.
The boy stood there for a moment longer before running out the door.
Bilbo scurried to rise to his feet so he could go after him; but Thorin grabbed him by the arm.
"Don't. If anyone needs to handle this it's me." Thorin said calmly.
"No," Bilbo said in a matter of fact tone, "I am handling this. He needs to know why I forgave you and why I still love you."
"And why do you?"
Bilbo cupped Thorin's face in his hands, "Because you are my Arkenstone. And I know if anything was to happen to you I would act in a non-logical way."
The hobbit leaned down and kissed Thorin on the forehead, "If you want to help get breakfast ready for when we return, I am starving."
Thorin nodded and stood.
Both threw some clothes on so they would be half way decent upon leaving the room. Bilbo wandered the halls listening for Frodo. Since the boy knew so little of the Erebor Bilbo figured he would head in the way of Kili and Fili's rooms. In a small alcove Bilbo found his nephew curled up in a small ball crying.
"There you are Frodo. I was worried sick." Bilbo said with a sigh of relief as he sat next to the small hobbit.
"How can you live with him?" Fordo blurted out between sobs.
"Simply? Because I love him; because despite what happened he came through in the end and has tried his best to make-up for his short comings and to ensure we have a bright future." Bilbo said putting an arm around Frodo.
"Then why were you crying?"
"I just had a sudden flashback of something that happened to me while I was away from Thorin. He blames himself for it, though I think it is unfair of himself to do such." Bilbo answered.
Frodo raised his eyebrows to ask why.
"Because what happened could have happened under a great many other circumstances, and I am sure no matter how mad we were at each other he would have came to my rescue if he had known."
Frodo leaned in to hug his uncle. Bilbo squeezed him tightly. Vocalizing his reasons for forgiving Thorin seemed to help put his mind at ease as well. There was a sudden kick in Bilbo's midsection that made the hobbit blush and choke on his breath.
"Um, Uncle, you belly just kicked." Frodo said pulling away.
Bilbo started to trip over his words. He felt like the walls were closing in on him. He looked around for Thorin, praying the dwarf would just appear out of thin air.
"We were waiting for a good time to tell you."
Bilbo let out a huge sigh of relief when he heard Thorin speak. The dwarf king appeared from behind one of the large stone statues.
"Thorin I thought you were getting food…" Bilbo said, but still glad Thorin didn't listen.
"I did, I told Bombur to send it to our room. I didn't want you looking for Frodo alone." Thorin said.
"Wait, tell me what?" Frodo asked moving his back and forth looking at the two.
Thorin kneeled down before Frodo, "Your uncle is going to be having a baby."
Frodo looked at Bilbo in complete shock before jumping up and down with excitement. "I didn't know uncles could have babies! Wait does that mean I am getting a brother or sister? Or are they still a cousin?"
Bilbo laughed both at Frodo's questions and at himself, for worrying over nothing, "Whatever you like them to be." Bilbo answered ruffling the boy's hair, "Now let's get back to me and Thorin's chamber. I am starving."
The three stood and head back to the chambers; Frodo and Thorin hanging back.
"I am not sorry I hit you. I am still willing to give you a chance because I think Uncle loves you more than his books and garden and that is saying a lot for a hobbit." Frodo whispered to Thorin.
The dwarf king hid his smile, as he knew this was serious to the small hobbit and it was for him too. However, hearing such words come from Frodo's mouth made the dwarf feel prideful and glad that Bilbo had such a loving nephew.
"I will do my best to make it up to both of you." Thorin replied.
"You hurt him bad again I will box you." Frodo said before running to catch up to Bilbo.
Thorin smiled, "Boy has the heart of a dwarf." Thorin said to himself.
Breakfast went well even though Kili and Fili practically came busting through the chamber doors looking for Frodo who wasn't in his bed. It was also during this time Kili learned that fighting with a pregnant hobbit over who gets the last of anything is a bad idea, mostly if their lover is Thorin Oakenshield. The brothers whisked Frodo away so the three of them could get Ori.
"They do realize that Frodo is still in his nightware?" Bilbo asked looking at the door the boys made their exit from.
"I don't think they care." Thorin said chuckling coming up from behind Bilbo placing his arms around the hobbit.
"Thank you." Thorin murmured into Bilbo's ear.
"You don't have to thank me for handling Frodo. He is young and these things are still confusing as an adult. I can only imagine how trying it was on him." Bilbo said.
"I mean what you said to him about me." Thorin said kissing Bilbo's neck.
"Oh you heard that?" Bilbo cut his response short with soft moans as he felt Thorin's hot lips pulling at his shirt so he could kiss along his shoulder.
Thorin's hands ran over Bilbo's stomach. The dwarf stopped what he was doing when he felt a kick against his hand.
"The baby is kicking, want to feel?" Bilbo said with a smiled placing a hand over where he felt the kick.
"I can feel it already." Thorin said.
"The baby isn't kicking down there, it is kicking up here." Bilbo said sounding a bit confused.
"No, the babe is kicking here I can feel it." Thorin corrected.
"It can't be kicking in two different places…" Bilbo's face lost all its color, "This is your sister's fault."
Thorin laughed, "Well as long as you are not blaming me."
"Oh, I blame you as well; I thought that went without saying." Bilbo huffed turning to face Thorin.
Thorin's grin only grew, "Then allow me to make it up to you." He whispered as his lips found Bilbo's jawline.
Bilbo isn't sure how, but his and Thorin's clothes were scattered on the floor and they at some point made it to the bed where his king was kissing his body lightly, so his whiskers were tickling the hobbit.
There was a loud pounding on the door that caused a deep growl to erupt from Thorin.
"We're busy!" The dwarf shouted.
"I am sorry my King but I have important news." Said the voice from behind the door.
"Does it concern my family?" Thorin asked.
"No."
"Are we being attacked?"
"…No."
Thorin growled again, "Then it can wait or take it up with Balin."
Content that he got his point across to the messenger Thoin turned back to his lover. There was another knock at the door, but this time the door just started to swing open. In a quick motion Thorin pulled him and Bilbo under the covers.
"What in Durin's beard is the meaning of this?!" Thorin roared.
The dwarf kings eyes widened when he realized who he was yelling at. There standing in the room was cousin Dain and the actual ruler of the Blue Mountains, Farin.
"Get out." Thorin said retraining his anger, "Get out, now!"
