Title: A Special Gift
Paring: Frodo/Aragorn PG-13
Warning: MPreg! (don't like it? Don't read it!)
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never have, never will. Don't make any money either, so there!
A/N: Written as a Christmas present for Lilybaggins
A/N2: Story is set later in my universe.
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Aragorn surveyed the room with satisfaction. Boughs of holly and evergreen adorned every available surface, the mantle and table tops were covered with glowing candles, and the tree was decorated to within an inch of its life.
'Now all that awaited was a visit from Father Yule,' he thought with a grin as he set down the sack of gifts, wrapped and ready for the tree.
A movement behind the tree brought him out of his reverie.
"Frodo?"
Frodo's "here," was barely more then a strangled gasp.
He was across the room in two strides of his long legs as he asked "What's wrong?", but the sight of Frodo on his hands and knees, rocking in pain rendered that question moot.
"It's time?" he questioned gently.
Frodo could only nod as another pain took his breath away.
"Breathe, Frodo," Aragorn reminded him as he stroked his back soothingly while waiting for the contraction to pass.
"Okay," he murmured when he was able, taking in deep breaths.
Aragorn carefully gathered him up and carried Frodo to their chambers, calling for a runner to fetch the Master Healer.
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Long hours passed as Aragorn sponged Frodo's sweated brow, told him when and when not to push, and reminded his lover to breathe; to which Frodo responded with choice words that made even the King of Men blush.
Shortly after the dawn broke, a welcoming cry of triumph shattered the stillness, followed by the angry squall of a newborn babe, upset at being taken from it's warm, dark, world and thrust into the cold light, yet soothed by loving arms and warm breast.
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Aragorn watched from his perch on the side of the bed as Frodo acquainted himself with the tiny bundle he had carried for what seemed so long.
"She's beautiful," he whispered. "What would you like to name her?"
"Primula Gilraen, after our mothers?"
A commotion at the door startled them, but before they could look to see the cause there was a soft thump of a small body flinging itself at the bed.
"Fro-da, I waited as long as I could, but you've been taking forever! Can I open my presents now?" the little lad whined.
"I'm sorry dear one, Frodo and I have been a bit busy this morning. Come and see," Aragorn said as he lifted his son to the bed.
"Our family has received a very special gift this Yule. Estel, I'd like you to meet your baby sister, Primula."
"A baby..." Estel said in a hushed voice as he took in the small form. He looked up at Frodo and Aragorn with huge imploring blue eyes, "but - I wanted a pony!"
-End-
(for now)