Chapter Five
"This is so wonderful!" Mum exclaimed when Pippin and I told her of the news. We sat at the den table, while Mum, and Eglantine Took gushed. Pippin was silent, but our mothers were completely ecstatic. Hobbit mothers liked grandchildren. "And oh, this baby will be born in December."
"Mum," I sighed.
"Don't give me that 'sigh'," she scolded, but still in a singsongy voice. "We have to get your house ready. And you," she pointed to Pippin. He looked up at her, slightly frightened. "No more smoking and no more getting into trouble down with Father Maggot."
"She's right, Peregrin," Eglantine agreed.
"Yes, Mrs. Foxburr," he quietly replied.
"This is just," Mum wiped her brow. "This is just so wonderful. I've dreamt of the day for my first grandchild."
"I just never imagined this young," Eglantine spoke, but still in a happy voice. "We must have a shower."
"Ma," Pippin tried. "The baby-"
"The baby's not even coming for another six months-" I tried, but the grandmother's to-be wouldn't listen to our pleas.
"You must get Estella to be the midwife-"
"Make sure to rest-"
"And eat well-"
"No more smoking, Peregrin-"
And they went on like that for hours until I told them I had some business to attend to. Pippin and I walked in silence on the way back to our home. "That' was horrid." I said."
"Not as bad as I thought,"
"How do you figure?"
"She dinn'a yell at me for gettin' making you with at thirty-one," he joked. I had to smile. "Everything's gonna be okay, I promise," he kissed me.
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:: She was sleepin' an' all I could do was watch her stomach rise an' fall. Her stomach was gettin' bigger each day an' now I could see a lump where the baby was growin'. I was always touchin' her belly, just feelin' that baby beneath her skin. When I did she would get jittery and push m'hand away. It hurt when she did.
"Pip?" she asked, wakin' up and pushin' my hand away.
"Why do you do that?" I finally asked. "Not let me touch you?"
"Pippin," she pushed herself up. "Things are just...different now."
"How?"
"We're not children anymore. We...we have to grow up now. We can't go around playing in the fields or, or stay up to watch the stars or make love everynight! There's going to be a baby!" she pushed further away from me and stood in the open room. "Everyone...everyone keeps talking about how it's such a wonderful occasion this and such a blessed event and how I should be proud and happy! Your mother, my mother, Rosie, Estella the whole blasted Shire keeps talking about it, but no one cares how I feel! And you do it too! You go to the Green Dragon! And you drink a mug of ale in celebration, but no one! No one cares how I'm feeling!" tears were freely fallin' down her face and she put her hands over her mouth to help stop the sobbin'.
I dinn'a know what to do. How to make her feel better. All I could do was sit up and coax her to come to me. Even though she was screamin' and cryin' at me, she willingly came into my open arms and sobbed harder. I ran my fingers along her hair. "Do you not want the baby?"
"I don't know," she sniffled and pushed away. "I feel it inside of me, growing bigger each day. Needing more and more of my energy and time. And..." she couldn't finish her sentence.
"Are you mad at me for doin' this to you?" she shook her head. I let out a sigh. "What do you want me to do? I mean, I hate seein' you like this. Knowin' that, that I did this to you and...you'd think this would be eaiser."
"What would?"
"Bein' married," I tried smilin' at her.
"Well, we didn't really get a chance to be married now did we?" she wiped some tears away with the back of her hand.
"Do you love me?" I quietly asked, fearin' the answer.
She stopped her snifflin' at looked at me. "What?"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" I shrugged. "I've always loved you."
I slowly reached out and put my hand over the small lump in her belly. She didn't push away, but put her hand over mine. ::
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I hope you like. Sorry for lack of updates school and all that jazz.
"This is so wonderful!" Mum exclaimed when Pippin and I told her of the news. We sat at the den table, while Mum, and Eglantine Took gushed. Pippin was silent, but our mothers were completely ecstatic. Hobbit mothers liked grandchildren. "And oh, this baby will be born in December."
"Mum," I sighed.
"Don't give me that 'sigh'," she scolded, but still in a singsongy voice. "We have to get your house ready. And you," she pointed to Pippin. He looked up at her, slightly frightened. "No more smoking and no more getting into trouble down with Father Maggot."
"She's right, Peregrin," Eglantine agreed.
"Yes, Mrs. Foxburr," he quietly replied.
"This is just," Mum wiped her brow. "This is just so wonderful. I've dreamt of the day for my first grandchild."
"I just never imagined this young," Eglantine spoke, but still in a happy voice. "We must have a shower."
"Ma," Pippin tried. "The baby-"
"The baby's not even coming for another six months-" I tried, but the grandmother's to-be wouldn't listen to our pleas.
"You must get Estella to be the midwife-"
"Make sure to rest-"
"And eat well-"
"No more smoking, Peregrin-"
And they went on like that for hours until I told them I had some business to attend to. Pippin and I walked in silence on the way back to our home. "That' was horrid." I said."
"Not as bad as I thought,"
"How do you figure?"
"She dinn'a yell at me for gettin' making you with at thirty-one," he joked. I had to smile. "Everything's gonna be okay, I promise," he kissed me.
******
:: She was sleepin' an' all I could do was watch her stomach rise an' fall. Her stomach was gettin' bigger each day an' now I could see a lump where the baby was growin'. I was always touchin' her belly, just feelin' that baby beneath her skin. When I did she would get jittery and push m'hand away. It hurt when she did.
"Pip?" she asked, wakin' up and pushin' my hand away.
"Why do you do that?" I finally asked. "Not let me touch you?"
"Pippin," she pushed herself up. "Things are just...different now."
"How?"
"We're not children anymore. We...we have to grow up now. We can't go around playing in the fields or, or stay up to watch the stars or make love everynight! There's going to be a baby!" she pushed further away from me and stood in the open room. "Everyone...everyone keeps talking about how it's such a wonderful occasion this and such a blessed event and how I should be proud and happy! Your mother, my mother, Rosie, Estella the whole blasted Shire keeps talking about it, but no one cares how I feel! And you do it too! You go to the Green Dragon! And you drink a mug of ale in celebration, but no one! No one cares how I'm feeling!" tears were freely fallin' down her face and she put her hands over her mouth to help stop the sobbin'.
I dinn'a know what to do. How to make her feel better. All I could do was sit up and coax her to come to me. Even though she was screamin' and cryin' at me, she willingly came into my open arms and sobbed harder. I ran my fingers along her hair. "Do you not want the baby?"
"I don't know," she sniffled and pushed away. "I feel it inside of me, growing bigger each day. Needing more and more of my energy and time. And..." she couldn't finish her sentence.
"Are you mad at me for doin' this to you?" she shook her head. I let out a sigh. "What do you want me to do? I mean, I hate seein' you like this. Knowin' that, that I did this to you and...you'd think this would be eaiser."
"What would?"
"Bein' married," I tried smilin' at her.
"Well, we didn't really get a chance to be married now did we?" she wiped some tears away with the back of her hand.
"Do you love me?" I quietly asked, fearin' the answer.
She stopped her snifflin' at looked at me. "What?"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" I shrugged. "I've always loved you."
I slowly reached out and put my hand over the small lump in her belly. She didn't push away, but put her hand over mine. ::
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I hope you like. Sorry for lack of updates school and all that jazz.