The soon to be parents took the time given to them before the birth to settle down on the bed for a good rest to prepare for what was going to happen, Bilbo pressing his bare feet against Thorin's socked ones, it was a warm, familiar feeling, along with the large, sturdy body that curled up behind him, wrapping an arm around his belly to softly rub the bump, hoping it would somehow soothe the cramping that his One was feeling there.

A few hours passed by and soon the sun started to peek over the hill and Thorin cracked his eyes open at the feeling of comforting warmth on his eyelids and smiled remembering what day it was and lifted up onto his elbow and leaned over to kiss Bilbo's head.

"Happy Birthday my One..." Thorin whispered smiling as he saw slits of color that opened all the way to show emerald orbs that slowly blinked away lingering tiredness still left in them.

Bilbo looked up at his husband and smiled back "Seems we will both be getting and receiving a gift on this day"

"A very special, big present, that will be adored by all who know them," Thorin said petting the Shirelings' curls and taking a moment to fondly stroke the marriage braid and gently push it behind the pointed ear earning a blush from the owner.

"Yes, I hope that will-ouch!" Bilbo winced at the particularly strong cramp that went through his back and radiated to his belly were it tightened even more than before, he also felt a shift from inside that signaled his child was moving down that signaled one thing to him.

It was time

Oin and Bard came running at the cry of pain and both moved to prepare the room for the delivery.

"Thorin, move me to the floor, I don't want to ruin the bed" Bilbo requested only to catch Bard's confused look out of the corner of his eye "I know you do not care, but I care, besides it will make an upright birth a bit easier, since I can grip the wooden floor better than cloth sheets"

Thorin did not like the idea if his face was anything to go by, but he did as he was asked and helped Bilbo get to his feet and over to where Oin had settled a pillow for him to sit on.

"AHH!"

"Oh, Thorin I'm sorry! did I step on your bad toe?" Bilbo apologized as he was settled to the floor and on the pillow by his husband and could feel Thorin shaking his head behind him.

"No, there is a nail sticking out of the wall and it stabbed me in the rear" Thorin confessed going red as he did his best to hold Bilbo in a position that was comfortable for them both, the dwarf king was on his knees, the pillow offering some support to them, Bilbo's back pressed up against his chest where he could have some support, Thorin's arms wrapped around the hobbits chest from under his armpits and Bilbo had his hands resting on the dwarfs thighs, Oin was setting out some towels under the Shireling and was periodically checking to see if anything was amiss.

Bilbo was glad he wore a long tunic that night, it was preserving any dignity he had left!

Bard also came and went, sometimes even taking over Thorin's position so the king could move around and help move Bilbo into more comfortable positions when he felt he needed to, or at the moments when the hobbit wanted Thorin to be facing him.

It was very uncomfortable, it felt like he had an orc squishing his stomach really hard, it forced air out of the hobbits lungs and exhausted him, even more, each time, plus it seemed like he could not find the perfect position, but he guessed that it was just because he was in no position to be comfortable considering he was pushing out another life.

Then he felt it

"ARG! IT BURNS!" it was the worst thing he had ever felt! And he once had Lobelia bite him on the arm when they had still been fauntlings!

"Oh, there is the little head!" Oin announced smiling a bit gently cupping the babes head as it made its way into the world.

"Does not feel little!" Bilbo snarled to which Oin just chuckled used to being bit, scratched and screeched at by parents and babies alike, a little bit of hissing was nothing to him.

"Yes, it usually is the head that causes the most fuss during delivery from the mum," Oin said patting Bilbo's knee.

"I am not a mummy!"

"Yes, and the sky is green"

"Do not start wi-"

"Seems the little one will have his highnesses hair!" Oin announced as the head popped free and Bilbo almost slumped against Thorin in relief from the pressure and burning sensation, his legs felt like they had turned into mush and were now shaking, only remaining in position from Thorin's help and some force that he did not know he had, he was so close...

"One more push should do it" Oin said giving a gentle pull to the baby to help ease some of the burdens on the hobbits body and with one more push a tiny baby was in the healers hands and he quickly got to work clearing the face off with a towel and with a couple of little grunts from the little body, a full lunged unhappy wail erupted "got a little lad with the kings lungs and temper that's for sure!"

"We are all doomed..." Bilbo deadpanned but was smiling as he was handed the newborn and the new parents took in their son's appearance.

Soft black hair like Thorin's, but he could tell it would soon develop a curl after it was properly dried, a button nose buried itself into Bilbo's chest and gave another half-hearted wail before calming down once the baby seemed to realize he was warming up and was near his parents, small, hairless feet also tried to curl into their Amad's tunic and time would tell if they would remain so, or would develop thick fur and pads.

Thorin was in awe of the small form clutched in his consorts arms, Bilbo's legs had finally given up the fight and the hobbit had fallen into him, thankfully only tired, Thorin held him close and protectively, the thick cord was still connecting the baby to his One, Oin said it was unwise to cut it too soon, the same thing with bathing the babe too soon.

But despite being coated in blood and other fluids from Bilbo's insides, Thorin was already in love with the tiny creature that now was staring right at him with eyes that mirrored his own, resting its head on his consorts breast to listen to his heart, the king was so busy admiring the warm scene that he did not register when Oin had moved to his side and held out a pair of scissors till he was poked with them.

"Want to do the honors? I think it's about time he truly became one with the world" Oin asked smiling at him, this was one of the best parts of his job, seeing tough and hardened warriors who had seen so many horrors, being so in love with some little stranger who could not even speak yet and allowing themselves a calm moment with the one they loved and their new addition.

"I-I can? What if I do it wrong?" Thorin asked, he did not want to risk hurting his son or Bilbo by cutting in the wrong place, but all he got was a soft chuckle from the healer.

"I'll help you laddy, but babes and their birth givers are made of tougher stuff then that just so you know,I have seen women drop their babes in fields picking food and try to keep at it!" And with that said, Thorin made quick work of freeing his son from the cord and Oin had him hold the little dwobbit once the baby had been properly wrapped in a blanket, so Bilbo would be able to focus on finishing the process of birth so they could all get some much-needed rest.

Thorin could not believe something could be so tiny, it was like his arms encased the newborn to where the child almost seemed to disappear, a small yawn from the baby had Thorin smiling even wider, oh yes, this little one already had him at its beck and call! And he found himself not minding it one bit, but a confused noise made him turn to where Oin was feeling around in a place that Thorin did not want to think about someone else enjoying the view of.

"Hm, that is strange..." Oin mumbled looking confused which worried both Bilbo and Thorin.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Bilbo asked, was he going to die after everything that had happened?

"There is another baby in here..."