Um, SF SLASH with implied MPreg :)
Remembering
"What are you doing Frodo?" Frodo yawned and scratched his nose, eyes closed against the sunlight shining through the open window.
"Remembering."
"Remembering what?" The older of the two opened one eye slowly and smiled up at Sam, looming over him, sunny and smiling and his and there.
"When you were younger and I could avoid you once you'd been taken home." Frodo closed his eye again, a smile playing on his lips.
"Now, you don't mean that Mr Frodo." He half shrugged, slowing tapping a finger on his stomach.
"Maybe. Do you know what else I remember?"
"No."
"Lying on my stomach. And staying there for hours."