Chapter Ten
"I missed this so much," he mumbled into my neck.
"Shh, she's sleeping," he softly chuckled and kissed me.
It had been two months, and Eowyn was finally soundly sleeping through the night. He ran a hand up my side, sending chills through my body. "I was thinkin'..." he began. "Do you want another one?" he stopped to look at me.
"What?"
"Don't you think she needs a little brother or sister?"
"You're serious aren't you?" I lifted myself up. He nodded. "Pippin, she's only two months old."
"I know," he replied, using one hand to scratch the back of his head and one to balance himself. "I was a lot younger than my sisters growin' up, that's why I played with you an' Merry an'...you know we dinn'a even talk about havin' kids before Eowyn, she just sort of happened."
"How many did you want to have?" He shrugged. "I tell you what, we'll just see what happens."
"Half the fun is tryin'," he grinned before kissing me again.
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June 1424, SR
::Eowyn giggled as I softly tickled her stomach. A cool breeze thankfully cut through the thick, humid summer air, brushin' my hair outt'a my face and givin' Eowyn a small break from the heat. She laughed harder I blew onto her stomach.
"Uncle Pip!" I heard a little girl call. I looked away from my daughter, seein' Wisteria walkin' up with Rosie, Elanor and baby Frodo.
Elanor came rushing through the front gate, and barely stopping to look over my shoulder, watching Eowyn kick her chubby legs and laugh. "She's getting big."
"Yup," I replied, moving to sittin' down, and holdin' Eowyn in my arms. "She gonna be catchin' up to you soon."
"Momma says Frodo's getting big too,"
"That he is,"
Rosie, baby Frodo and Wisteria made through the gate. "How was she?" Wisteria asked. Without an answer, she scooped Eowyn into her arms. Wisteria had become most attached to the baby in the last months.
"She was fine," I placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Come on, Elanor," Rosie called. Elanor jumped up and went to her mother. "We'll see you tomorrow, Wisteria." Rosie called as she cut across the yard. Elanor gave me a large wave and Wisteria went for the house.
"How are you feelin'?" I asked as we ducked into the house.
"Better," she placed Eowyn on the floor, with her favorite stuffed doll. "I got more herbs today and the stomach pains are subsiding." She sat in the large red chair that sat in front of Eowyn.
"What do you think it'll be?" I asked, kneeling at her side and softly rubbing her leg.
"Too early to tell that," her hand wondered to her stomach. She wasn't growin' too much yet, but soon she's be bulging.'
I never noticed how much I paid attention to her belly, until I saw her holding it while she was her normal size. I put my hand over hers.::
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November 11, 1424, SR
The leaves outside were golden and frosted over. Soon the snow would be setting in. It snowed the night Eowyn was born. I glanced at Pippin standing at the window, holding his son.
Eowyn started to pull herself onto the side of the bed and patted the mattress. "Ma." she asked, opening and closing her little hands.
"I can't pick you up honey," I sadly answered. She of course didn't understand.
"I'll get her," Estella put some of the towels in the bucket and placed Eowyn onto the bed. The baby crawled to me, trying to get on my stomach.
"I don't think so," Rosie ducked by to grab her before Eowyn could press onto my stomach. "How about you come out and play with Frodo." She walked out.
"I'll just get these and be out of your way," she tossed more towels into the bucket and lifted it with a heavy sigh. "Few more months and I'll have to take a break," she grinned looking down at her belly. Her and Merry had been married for four months, but she would be having the baby in three. There had been a small uproar in the Brandybuck family about the child being conceived out of wedlock.
Estella closed the door behind her.
"Want to see your mum?" Pippin asked, walking away from the window and sitting on the bed with me.
"He's going to look like you," I smiled as I looked at my son. "Aren't you, Pip." I held to his tiny fingers.
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Sorry it's been so long, and Yes I know the chapter sucked, but it's the best I can do right now. I hope you all don't mind too much. Review and let me know.
"I missed this so much," he mumbled into my neck.
"Shh, she's sleeping," he softly chuckled and kissed me.
It had been two months, and Eowyn was finally soundly sleeping through the night. He ran a hand up my side, sending chills through my body. "I was thinkin'..." he began. "Do you want another one?" he stopped to look at me.
"What?"
"Don't you think she needs a little brother or sister?"
"You're serious aren't you?" I lifted myself up. He nodded. "Pippin, she's only two months old."
"I know," he replied, using one hand to scratch the back of his head and one to balance himself. "I was a lot younger than my sisters growin' up, that's why I played with you an' Merry an'...you know we dinn'a even talk about havin' kids before Eowyn, she just sort of happened."
"How many did you want to have?" He shrugged. "I tell you what, we'll just see what happens."
"Half the fun is tryin'," he grinned before kissing me again.
******
June 1424, SR
::Eowyn giggled as I softly tickled her stomach. A cool breeze thankfully cut through the thick, humid summer air, brushin' my hair outt'a my face and givin' Eowyn a small break from the heat. She laughed harder I blew onto her stomach.
"Uncle Pip!" I heard a little girl call. I looked away from my daughter, seein' Wisteria walkin' up with Rosie, Elanor and baby Frodo.
Elanor came rushing through the front gate, and barely stopping to look over my shoulder, watching Eowyn kick her chubby legs and laugh. "She's getting big."
"Yup," I replied, moving to sittin' down, and holdin' Eowyn in my arms. "She gonna be catchin' up to you soon."
"Momma says Frodo's getting big too,"
"That he is,"
Rosie, baby Frodo and Wisteria made through the gate. "How was she?" Wisteria asked. Without an answer, she scooped Eowyn into her arms. Wisteria had become most attached to the baby in the last months.
"She was fine," I placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Come on, Elanor," Rosie called. Elanor jumped up and went to her mother. "We'll see you tomorrow, Wisteria." Rosie called as she cut across the yard. Elanor gave me a large wave and Wisteria went for the house.
"How are you feelin'?" I asked as we ducked into the house.
"Better," she placed Eowyn on the floor, with her favorite stuffed doll. "I got more herbs today and the stomach pains are subsiding." She sat in the large red chair that sat in front of Eowyn.
"What do you think it'll be?" I asked, kneeling at her side and softly rubbing her leg.
"Too early to tell that," her hand wondered to her stomach. She wasn't growin' too much yet, but soon she's be bulging.'
I never noticed how much I paid attention to her belly, until I saw her holding it while she was her normal size. I put my hand over hers.::
******
November 11, 1424, SR
The leaves outside were golden and frosted over. Soon the snow would be setting in. It snowed the night Eowyn was born. I glanced at Pippin standing at the window, holding his son.
Eowyn started to pull herself onto the side of the bed and patted the mattress. "Ma." she asked, opening and closing her little hands.
"I can't pick you up honey," I sadly answered. She of course didn't understand.
"I'll get her," Estella put some of the towels in the bucket and placed Eowyn onto the bed. The baby crawled to me, trying to get on my stomach.
"I don't think so," Rosie ducked by to grab her before Eowyn could press onto my stomach. "How about you come out and play with Frodo." She walked out.
"I'll just get these and be out of your way," she tossed more towels into the bucket and lifted it with a heavy sigh. "Few more months and I'll have to take a break," she grinned looking down at her belly. Her and Merry had been married for four months, but she would be having the baby in three. There had been a small uproar in the Brandybuck family about the child being conceived out of wedlock.
Estella closed the door behind her.
"Want to see your mum?" Pippin asked, walking away from the window and sitting on the bed with me.
"He's going to look like you," I smiled as I looked at my son. "Aren't you, Pip." I held to his tiny fingers.
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Sorry it's been so long, and Yes I know the chapter sucked, but it's the best I can do right now. I hope you all don't mind too much. Review and let me know.