Today I spent basically the whole day in bed with my beloved. It's been three months since the death of our baby and three weeks since Bilbo hurted himself.

I started to see an progress in his condition. Bilbo is always surrounded by our friends and makes me feel better to know that they will help me with not letting him being alone. Not that I do not trust my husband. He promised me he would not do that anymore.

- Hey, look at me. - I said, holding his chin and forcing him to look into my eyes. - I just want to make sure that you will not get hurt again.

- I know .. - He replied looking away. - But you don't need to stay the whole time watching me.

- Please, just try to understand me. - I pulled him into a hug. - It was hard for me seeing you in that way. Please, promise me you will not do that again.

- I promise. - He said hugging me back.

It's just a precaution.

- Honey, Thranduil called us to have lunch at his house tomorrow. - Bilbo said as he kissed my chin. - We are going, right?

- You want to go? - I asked and saw him nodding. - Then we're going.

He smiled. And suddenly my heart was filled with happiness. That smile. How I missed that smile.

I ran my hand over his face and kissed him. I felt his hands running through my hair as I pressed his body on mine. When we stopped the kiss, I started to kiss all over his neck.

He shivered and I smiled.

We made love all night. I explored every little piece of him. I ran my hands in his thighs as I felt his fingers squeezing my shoulders and occasionally scratching my back. I missed his warmth. I missed being inside of him. It had been so long since the last time we had a contact so intimate and tonight seemed endless. I couldn't get enough. I couldn't take my hands of his body. I just wanted to keeping taking him for hours and hours.

When I woke up in the morning, I looked by my side and saw my husband still asleep. I smiled at the view. His hair was all messy and his face was serene. The blanket was covering only up to the waist. I saw his thighs full of bite and I gave a low laugh.

- Honey, wake up. - I said as I hugged him and gave little kisses on his face. - It's late and we need to get dressed, remember?

He looked at me and mumbled something that I didn't understand and closed his eyes again.

- Okay, I just thought you wanted to go to Thranduil's house today. - I said laughing.

- I want to go, but I also want to sleep and I'm not sure what to choose. - He said whimpering.

- So how about we have lunch at his house and then we come home and spend the whole day in bed? Sounds good to you? - I said, putting my chin leaning on his waist.

- Yup. - He said running his hand through my hair.

When we arrived at Thranduil's house Bilbo gave his friend a big hug.

- Hi, Thrandy! I missed you. - I won't say I didn't get jealous, but a few years ago I promised Bilbo that Thranduil and I would try to.. not fight so much.

- I missed you too, Bill. - The other man replied. - Hi Thorin.

- Hi.

The lunch went well. Despite our past disagreements. Thranduil cared a lot about Bilbo and with all that had happened I think he had also noticed that the last thing Bilbo needed was we fighting over silly things.

We went home after a couple hours and spent the rest of the day in bed. Everything was going perfectly fine until a week later Bilbo was very ill and I decided to take him to the hospital.

'' - Congratulations, you're pregnant. ''

The doctor's words still in my head. We returned home in silence, Bilbo kept looking out the car window with a mortified expression.

We arrived at our house, and he quickly went to our room. I found odd his attitude, because I thought he'd be happy with the news. Of course I understood that he was afraid. I was afraid too.

When I got our room, he was sitting on our bed with his knees drawn up to his chest and he had tears in his eyes.

- Baby, what's going on? - I asked climbing into bed and pulling him in my arms.

- Thor.. Thorin, I don't .. I don't want this. - He said and I was confused by his words.

- What are you talking about, love?

- I don't want this. - He said looking at his belly. - Not anymore. Not again.

I sighed and ran my hands through his hair as he cried on my shoulder.