Hello! How is everyone? I hope that last chapter didn't make you too anxious :) Well, the explanation for the event in the last chapter is here... AT LAST! Oh, and if anyone was unable to make sense of Bilbo's tiny, little, miniscule detail... Here it is... somewhere in this chapter.
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What happened before Thorin came home...
"Hello?" Bilbo asked, having just picked up the ringing phone.
"B-Bilbo?" he heard Thorin's voice answer.
Bilbo heaved a sigh of relief; maybe their fight hand not been so bad after all. "Where... I... Why... I'm sorry." On the other end, he heard Thorin quickly shuffle and close, what sounded like, the car door.
"Bilbo," Thorin's voice said anxiously. "Hey, I am coming home right now. Alright?"
"Okay," Bilbo sniffled, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes. "I'll be waiting."
"I love you," he heard Thorin blurt suddenly.
The familiar warm feeling returned to Bilbo as he laughed lightly at Thorin's comment. "I love you too." With that he hung up, knowing that Thorin preferred to drive without talking on the phone.
Since Thorin had left after their fight, Bilbo had not moved from his spot on the bed though he continued to cry his eyes out. He felt so broken and lost without Thorin, but he knew he did the right thing in telling Thorin those words; the man needed to know what Bilbo was feeling... even if it tore him in half. Bilbo sighed lightly; the short conversation he and Thorin just shared was a good sign that Thorin had forgiven him for his wrongdoings... depending how you looked at it. He shifted to a sitting position on the bed and gasped in pain.
Searing pain sliced through his abdomen as he tried to stand. He needed to get to the phone to call Thorin, but the twisting pain kept him back. Gasping for air, Bilbo fell backwards onto the bed and held his stomach as fresh tears streamed down his face. The pain was unbearable; he felt like he was going to pass out. He cried out for Thorin, but the man didn't come. He needed him right now, because he didn't know what was happening to himself. He tossed and turned in agonizing pain as he waited and waited for Thorin to come home, but the longer he waited, the more intense the pain got. Bilbo slowly and carefully sat up and glanced down at his abdomen; a tiny splotch of blood appeared on his pants.
"Shit," Bilbo cursed as he laid back against the sheets. "I am... so gonna murder... Gandalf..." he gritted through the pain.
Through the loud pain, he heard Thorin's key in the lock. "Bilbo," came his voice.
Bilbo panicked; the light was off and if he tried to move... Aule only knew what would happen. He tried to call out but soon heard Thorin's footsteps. Not worrying as much anymore, Bilbo felt the bed dip and as much as he tried to reach for his fiance's hand, he couldn't. The last thing he remembered for a while was seeing the blinding light of their bedroom turn on.
Coming to just a little, Bilbo opened one eye and saw tall people rushing around him. He strained his ears to hear what was happening, but nothing came. He blinked, trying to wake but felt an object being placed around his mouth and nose. He looked at the person closest to him and saw that they held an oxygen pump. He glanced around him and noticed he was on a small, narrow cot, and through the windows he barely saw moving lights... almost as if he were in a vehicle. He saw blood-stained sheets covering his body, and panicking with realization that something was happening to him, Bilbo desperately tried to move... tried to do anything. But the more he tried, the more he became tired. He saw the people around him talk rapidly, though he couldn't understand a word they said. He knew, by their actions, that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
He didn't stay awake enough to find out what it was...
Bilbo blinked his eyes open and saw four white walls surrounding him. He glanced down; he was dressed in a white polka-dot hospital gown and lying on a bed. Utterly confused, he tried to move but found that his stomach hurt with even the slightest shift; he wanted so badly to cry. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Bilbo looked to his right, the side where no wall was, and found an empty chair sitting quietly next to the bed. As much as he tried not to think about why he was there (which he still had no idea about), he felt a small tear run down his pale cheek.
Where was Thorin?
Thorin sat in the waiting room with his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees as he hunched forward. He shook as he sobbed into his hands; he had been so terrified when he found Bilbo in their room, bleeding. All he needed to know was that Bilbo was okay; that he didn't lose the one person who kept his life worth living for. He sat there for what felt like an eternity before he felt two pairs of hands rest on his shoulders. Lifting his head, he gave his nephews a tearful glance before he returned to his worrying.
"Uncle," Kili said softly, wrapping his arm around Thorin's shoulder and attempting to comfort him. "He'll be fine."
Fili nodded and did the same, slinging his arm over Kili's own and resting his wrist on his uncle's other shoulder. "He will, Uncle. Don't worry."
"Do not worry?" Thorin choked through his hands. Reluctantly pulling his hands from his face, Thorin shook his head as he stared at the floor in front of him; his eyes red-rimmed and puffy from hours of crying. "You did not see him. I will worry until I know he is safe." He sighed and glanced down at his lap; he still had blood on him from when he was instructed to help Bilbo by the paramedics before the ambulance had arrived. He let out a shaky breath, and shaking his head, he began to cry again.
"Uncle," Fili comforted. "We'll be here. We promise."
Thorin nodded and covered his face with his hand, still hunched over with his elbow resting on his knee. "I know, I just..."
"We understand," Kili said, then thought about it. "Alright, we maybe don't understand. But we know you love him very much, and we know you'd do anything for him."
Thorin's sobs quieted. "We know you'd do anything for him." He would do anything for him... anything at all. He knew it now, especially after what Dwalin told him Dis had lied to him. At this very moment, Thorin wanted nothing more than to take back all his hateful words and actions he put upon Bilbo. He wiped his eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time before leaning back in the chair and resting his head against the cold wall. Closing his eyes, Thorin sighed and waited, for what seemed like forever, until a nurse walked into the room.
"Family of Bilbo Baggins?" she asked, holding a folder in her hands as she stood in the doorway.
Thorin took no time in standing up and striding over to the nurse.
She nodded and signaled for him to follow her down the hall.
"How is he?" Thorin asked when the nurse had not said anything for a few minutes.
"He is doing well," she answered, turning sharply and heading down another hall. "We were able to stop the bleeding though he had convulsed many times, but as far as tests go, he is fine."
Thorin sighed with little relief and nodded his thanks as the nurse opened a door for him.
"Try not to stress him out," the nurse said, closing the door as she turned to leave. "It's not good to put more unnecessary stress on him than he already has."
The man nodded.
"The doctor will be here shortly," she replied, closing the door with a click.
Thorin thanked her and turned to face the lonely bed in the room. His heart tightened and he thought he might be sick with the overwhelming fact that Bilbo was lying there, hurt... possibly because of him. Slowly, Thorin made his way to the empty chair and sat down on it, taking Bilbo's small, pale hand in his large one. "Oh, Bilbo. Love, I am so sorry I did this to you," he said softly, trying not to wake the younger man.
"Th-Thorin?" Bilbo croaked, licking his dry lips as he opened his eyes.
Thorin offered him a small smile. "Yes," he confirmed, bringing his fiance's hand up to his own lips and kissing each knuckle lovingly. "I am here."
"Oh, Thorin," Bilbo replied, wiping his eyes clean from the few tears that had fallen.
"Shh," the older man soothed. "You must not cry... at least not now."
Bilbo nodded and gave his lover a tired smile, swallowing thickly.
"How are you feeling?" Thorin asked, once he had retrieved Bilbo some water.
"Sore," Bilbo answered, attempting at a joke but sobering up when Thorin didn't smile. "I am sorry I frightened you. I-"
Thorin pressed a finger to Bilbo's lips, silencing the soon-to-be-rambling man. "Do not apologize. The fault is mine. I failed to see how much pain you were in when I treated you in such a way. I am sorry for this hell I have put you through. I did not want this to happen. At all."
Under different circumstances, Bilbo would have smiled at Thorin's honesty and guilt, but seeing how he had that tiny detail and the fact that he was going to personally murder Gandalf... he didn't smile. "Thorin," he began, twirling his slim fingers together after pulling his hand out of Thorin's grasp. "I have something I need to tell you-"
"Good morning or evening, Bilbo. Whichever you'd like seeing how it's two o'clock in the morning." Speak of the devil, here he was. "What has brought you back here so soon?" Gandalf asked, flipping through the folder he held.
Thorin, who had been watching Gandalf, snapped his head towards Bilbo when the doctor mentioned Bilbo had been there before. "What is he talking about?" he said in a low voice. "Bilbo?"
Bilbo felt the pain in his abdomen return as he avoided Thorin's gaze. "I-"
"Do not stress him," Gandalf said, coming to stand at the foot of the bed. "He needs his rest. He is-"
"Gandalf!" Bilbo blurted, feeling his face go red.
The grey doctor raised his eyebrows. "You have not told him yet," he replied knowingly and Bilbo shook his head. "Well," he said, closing the folder. "I see no better time than now."
"Tell me what?" Thorin asked, deep concern filling his cerulean eyes as he studied Bilbo carefully. "Love?"
"I..." Bilbo began, feeling his palms begin to sweat. He looked at Gandalf for confirmation, and when the doctor nodded, he continued. "I... There is something... you need to know..."
"What is it?"
"My family... has this rare genetic ab... abnormality that..." He glanced at Thorin who nodded, signaling him to continue. "Well, that... allows... m-men to... well... h-have..."
"Yes?" Thorin pressed, rubbing small circles on Bilbo's blanket-covered leg.
"That allows men to have... children." Bilbo's eyes flicked over Thorin's face to see any sort of emotion or understanding. Odd that Thorin had none, Bilbo continued. "Now... this has not... happened for at... least one... one hundred and fifty years..."
Thorin nodded slowly, trying so hard to process what Bilbo was saying. "Alright," he said, thinking he had a hold of what his fiance was saying.
"Until now," Bilbo finished, watching Thorin closely.
"What?" the other man asked. "Wait."
Bilbo waited and waited... and waited as Thorin thought and thought... and really tried to make sense of all of this. "Thorin?" Bilbo offered when Thorin hadn't said anything for a while, his mouth just opening and closing as if he tried to form some words.
"So, why are you telling me this?" Thorin asked after a long while.
The younger man sighed. "Thorin," he began, leaning forward and grasping his love's hand; he looked into Thorin's precious sapphire eyes. "I'm pregnant."
Thorin froze, his mouth open, as reality hit him, square in the face. He took a few deep breaths before glancing at Bilbo who had a look of worry on his face. Thorin attempted in speaking only to discover that he forgot how to talk. He looked at the doctor at the foot of the bed who nodded, a smile on his lips. Thorin's lips parted as he faced Bilbo again... but nothing came out.
"Sweetheart?" Bilbo asked gently, running his free hand through Thorin's hair. "Are you alright?"
Thorin, again, took deep breaths in an attempt to settle his rapidly beating heart. Standing and realizing he needed fresh air, he got as far as taking one step before he said, "Nope." With that word said, his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
"Thorin!" Bilbo squeaked as his fiance's body collided with the hospital floor, hard. He struggled to get out of the bed, but Gandalf tsked him back into it.
"I'll get a few nurses," Gandalf replied, patting Bilbo's shoulder before exiting the room while leaving the other man to stare helplessly at his lover. When Gandalf returned a short while later with a few male nurses in tow, Bilbo had been as close as ever to fuming for Gandalf making him tell Thorin about the baby. "Here," he said to the male nurses. "Get him up and put him on the spare bed." He watched as the men lifted Thorin and carried him to the bed across from Bilbo's. "Thank you," he told the men as they left the room to return to their work. "There, that was fun," Gandalf said, sitting on the chair Thorin abandoned.
"Fun?!" Bilbo gritted. "You weren't the one seeing your fiance collapse. What fun?"
"Relax, dear Bilbo," Gandalf said, getting up as he saw Thorin stir. "I am sure everything will be fine."
Bilbo snorted. "Easy for you to say," he grumbled under his breath. "Thorin?" Bilbo called, seeing Gandalf speak to the other man.
Thorin sat up slowly and rubbed his aching temple. "Bilbo?" he breathed, standing, pushing away the doctor's hands, and walking back towards Bilbo. "Hey," he smiled as he stood next to the bed.
"Hey, yourself," Bilbo answered, finally resting now that Thorin knew of the baby though he was still pissed at Gandalf. "You okay?"
The older man nodded and leaned down to kiss Bilbo's forehead. "I am fine; just a bit of a shock that is all."
Bilbo nodded. "I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Thorin gave him a stern look; his eyes sending him many unspoken words of half-anger and half-concern. "Let me rephrase that, I am sorry Dr. Gandalf got the tests mixed up."
"So you did not know?" Thorin asked, stroking Bilbo's head softly.
"I knew," Bilbo answered, closing his eyes against his lover's touch. "Dr. Gandalf just told me I was wrong."
Thorin sighed heavily. "Well in the future, I hope he trusts your instincts." He turned and gave the doctor a small smile before glancing back at Bilbo. "I am very grateful that you two are alright." He kissed Bilbo's lips causing the younger man to open his eyes; Thorin smiled. "They are alright, are they not?" he asked, looking at Gandalf.
"Yes," Gandalf replied. "We were able to steady Bilbo's heart rate and stop the bleeding just in time. Your child is safe."
Thorin sat down and closed his eyes, resting his head in his hands; thankful that Bilbo and their unborn child were well.
"Though," Gandalf began and Thorin's head shot up. "It is best for Bilbo to remain on bed-rest until his blood pressure goes down to a normal rate. I will schedule another appointment for him in two weeks. Good luck, and get plenty of rest Bilbo." Gandalf said as he exited the room. "Oh, and you are to be discharged in three days."
Bilbo groaned as Gandalf winked at him and closed the door. "I hate hospitals," he grumbled. He smiled when he noticed Thorin watching him. "How are you feeling?"
Thorin shook his head; the tears from earlier that morning forming in his eyes. He turned his head away from his fiance so that the younger man would not see him cry. He let out a loud sob as Bilbo ran a comforting hand through Thorin's tangled hair. Facing his future husband, Thorin kissed Bilbo dearly as he remembered those horrible memories of finding his love bleeding on their bed and he, himself, feeling completely helpless.
"Yo!" a voice came from the doorway. "If I have to tell you two again..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," another voice interrupted. "They get it. I don't fancy being skinned by my angry uncle."
Bilbo couldn't help but laugh against Thorin's lips as he heard Fili and Kili enter the room. He smiled as Thorin reluctantly pulled back and faced his nephews, but not before giving Bilbo one last peck on the cheek.
"How did you two get in here?" Thorin asked, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at his young nephews.
"Oh, through the door," Kili answered with a smirk on his face. "Do you want to see how we did it?"
Bilbo laughed as Thorin shook his head at his simple-minded nephews. "I'm sorry," Bilbo breathed after seeing the glare Thorin shot him. "I'll be quiet."
"I meant," Thorin continued, "how did you get past the nurses?" He was about to wait for an answer when he realized they had done something very stupid. "Why am I even asking you two? I do not wish to know how you got in here."
"Aw, Uncle!" Kili exclaimed. "You're learning! Oh, I have taught you well."
Thorin grumbled but smiled at his two nephews. "Have I told you two how much I love you?"
"Blah!" Kili said. "I don't wanna hear!"
Fili chuckled at his brother's answer.
As quickly as Kili joked, he sobered and nodded. "Yeah, Uncle. You have. Just an hour ago too."
Thorin gave them a true smile. "Good."
Well! Whatdya think?
Next: Bilbo on bedrest and... well put two and two together and what do you get when you mix Thorin in... XD