~:~ Cousin Fili ~:~

"Are there any more council meetings?" Bilbo asked as Thorin sat down on the cushy seat beside him in only his small-clothes.

The dwarf shook his head. "No, I am officially off duty," he said with an easy smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around his hobbit.

Bilbo smiled and kissed his dwarf king sweetly. "Good," he whispered against Thorin's lips. "You shall be mine for the rest of the night." The hobbit smiled and ran his hands over Thorin's tunic-covered muscles. "I love you," he said seductively, sitting on Thorin's lap with his arms around the dwarf's neck.

Thorin chuckled. "And I you, my burglar," he said.

"And our little new dwobbit," Bilbo added, running his hands over his husband's chest and stopping at Thorin's rounded midsection. "I am very pleased you've decided to carry our second child."

"Anything to know what you went through," Thorin replied with a kiss. "Speaking of which," he began, taking Bilbo's hands in his. "He's kicking."

"He?" Bilbo prompted, raising an eyebrow as Thorin pressed his hands against the moving flesh. "I thought you wanted a girl," he said, smiling when he felt the babe's small kicks.

"I do," Thorin replied. "A little dwobbit lass with your hair and my eyes, now that would be a beautiful creation." He kissed his hobbit before saying, "I say 'he' because we might have another boy."

"Daddy!"

"Now that you mention 'boy'," Bilbo laughed, sliding off of Thorin's lap and onto the space next to the dwarf.

Frerin came into the room and climbed up on the seat beside Thorin, eyeing his father's belly carefully. Since Thorin and Bilbo had told him the news, five months ago, that they were expecting another dwobbit, Frerin had been really confused at the thought of his father pregnant and had asked thousands of questions about the new dwobbit which made both dwarf and hobbit uncomfortable to talk about. Now, the child was entering the phase of staring at Thorin's midsection every time he was in the room, still completely confused and perplexed at how much more his daddy's belly would grow. "Daddy?" he asked again, tearing his eyes away for a minute and looking at Thorin's face. "When's Uncle and Auntie coming over?"

"In a little while."

"Oh," Frerin said, returning his gaze to Thorin's belly.

"Frerin," Thorin began softly, watching his son stare at their unborn child. "The babe's kicking," he said and Frerin began to frown. "Would you like to feel?" The dwarf king reached for his son's hand when Frerin didn't move. "Here," he said, placing the child's hand on his swollen belly. "Do you feel it?"

Frerin's eyes widened and he stared at Thorin's stomach as he felt little thumps against his hand and a smile soon lit his face. "Daddy!" he squealed, moving until he sat on his knees on the seat. "Daddy! I feel it! I feel it!"

Thorin chuckled. "This is your little brother or sister's way of saying hello," he said, glancing at his husband as Bilbo curled into his side with his hand rubbing circles on the other side of the dwarf's stomach.

"Hi," Frerin said quietly, poking the flesh back.

The dwarf king laughed. "Don't do that," he chuckled. "That tickles."

Frerin giggled at his daddy's laughter. "Sorry," he said.

Bilbo leaned over Thorin and whispered into Frerin's ear. "I know of a way to make Daddy laugh," Bilbo said and the dwobbit smiled and leaned over Thorin too.

"Conspiring against the King," Thorin observed as Bilbo whispered into Frerin's ear. "That is treason, you two know. A crime... Why are you looking at me like that...?" he asked, warily eyeing his two favorite people, both of whom were staring at him with wide grins on their faces. "No," he argued though he had no idea what they were thinking. "No-"

"Now!" Bilbo commanded.

Thorin barely had time to realize what was happening before Frerin's hands attacked his side and Bilbo's hands got his neck. "Hey!" he exclaimed, laughing as both hobbit and dwobbit tickled him. "Stop!" he said playfully. He roared with laughter as his family tickled him mercilessly. Frerin's fast hands got underneath his arms and up on his neck. Bilbo, on the other hand, had a way of tickling Thorin's neck while moving his other hand down to the dwarf's special tickle spot. "Bilbo!" Thorin whined, feeling his husband's hands tickle him. "Alright! I give up!" he laughed breathlessly. "Okay..." Thorin breathed, holding his chest. "Okay... no more... please..."

Frerin giggled and Bilbo laughed. "Come now, dwarf," Bilbo said, his hand rubbing Thorin's leg. "Surely you can handle more. After all, you lot are made of stone."

The pregnant dwarf grinned and pulled Bilbo close for a kiss.

"Ew!" Frerin complained, jumping off the seat with his parents laughing behind him.

"Hello," came a familiar voice through the doorway. "Are we interrupting something?"

"Auntie!" Frerin exclaimed, running to Dis who had her arms outstretched to the dwobbit.

"How's my little nephew?" she asked, letting Frerin go.

The little dwobbit nodded. "Good," he said before glancing at his parents who were still curled together on the couch, kissing. "Daddy and Papa. Eww," he said, pointing to the couple.

Dis made a similar face to what her nephew was wearing. "I know," she replied. "They do that a lot, don't they?"

"Yes."

"Ahem?" the blond dwarf behind Dis said. "What about my hug?"

"Uncle!" Frerin squealed, nearly jumping into his uncle's arms. "Daddy!" he exclaimed as his uncle carried him to the seat where Thorin and Bilbo were sitting. "Can-can-can-can Uncle Frerin and Auntie Dis take-take-take me to Cousin Fili and Kili?!" he asked excitedly, climbing off of his uncle to rest his elbows on Thorin's belly, looking up at his father. "Please, Daddy?"

Thorin looked to Bilbo for help and the hobbit smiled. "What do you think?" he asked in a quiet tone.

"Well, for one, he loves Frerin. And two, it's Fili and Kili, he's going to have a good time," Bilbo said with a wink. "Which leaves us to ourselves..." he added in a whisper against Thorin's ear. "Let them go," Bilbo said, sexily threading Thorin's ear through his teeth. "And I'll be waiting in the bedroom."

Thorin growled as Bilbo left the room. The dwarf king looked back as his son whose emerald eyes were wide and pleading. "Of course they can," he said and chuckled as his son leaped off the couch and nearly dragged his brother out the door.

"We can keep him overnight," Dis offered after Thorin stood up.

"Will you?" Thorin asked, surprised his sister offered.

"Yes," she replied. "You and your hobbit can have the whole night to yourselves."

Thorin blushed at Dis' remark. "Thank you."

"Uncle!" Frerin squealed, pulling his uncle by the hand towards Fili and Kili's chamber. "Come on!"

"We'll be keeping him overnight," Dis told her brother as he was being dragged by the ten-year-old dwobbit.

"Thought... as much," her brother answered with a grunt. "Glad... Thorin... slow down Frerin... glad Thorin... found some... one... Geez!" he exclaimed, rubbing his sore hand as Frerin let him go when Fili appeared in the hallway. "As I was saying, glad our old brother found someone that he loves."

"Loud and annoying love that disturbs my beauty sleep," Fili added, taking his cousin by the hand and walking him into the chambers. "So, Frerin and Frerin," he began with a wink at the older dwarf. "What shall we do today?"

"Where's Kili?" the dwobbit asked, his emerald eyes wide again.

"He's out on the archery range," Fili answered. "Practicin' for the next battle."

"Can I see?"

Dis shook her head at her son who was about to say yes to his cousin. "No, sweetheart," she said softly, glaring at Fili. "Your papa won't be very happy if we let you out of the mountain."

"Again," Uncle Frerin added quietly.

"Again," she continued, a fake smile plastered on her face at her brother's comment. "Now, we have all night with you so you'll have plenty of time to see Kili when he gets back."

Frerin scowled. "But we don't have to tell Papa-"

"No," Dis cut in firmly. "Your papa will find out, and he might not let us spend any days with you."

"Again," Fili added this time.

"Right," Dis breathed, annoyed with the interruptions from the dwarfs. "So, what do you want to do Frerin?"

The dwobbit thought for a minute before pointing at Fili. "You!" he said almost accusingly. "You can help me with my Khuzdul."

Uncle Frerin and Dis tried to suppress their laughter but it didn't work. "Fili..." Dis sputtered. "H-helping F-Frerin... with..." She laughed even harder. "Khuzdul...!"

Fili glared at his mother. "Ma, stop," he said in an annoyed voice. "Ma... please... Oi, parents..." He glanced at his cousin and shook his head. "I don't know about them. Maybe you should let Uncle Frerin teach you Khuzdul. Auntie Dis always told us how Uncle Thorin complained that Uncle Frerin knew Khuzdul better than he did."

The laughing blond dwarf sobered and glowered at Fili. "Now, I thought you didn't like your lessons?" he asked, kneeling down to the dwobbit's height. "What makes you want to learn now?"

Frerin shrugged and played with the hem of his shirt. "I want to give the new baby something and show Daddy and Papa I learned Khuzdul." He looked down at the floor and continued. "I want to write a letter or a poem about my new brother or sister... in Khuzdul. And I can't ask Daddy 'cause he'll know why... 'cause he'll read it... That's all," he finished, looking up at his Uncle and Auntie, who had matching soft smiles on their faces. "Can you help me?"

"Of course we can," Uncle Frerin said, giving the dwobbit a wink. "And we won't tell your parents."

"Not a word," Dis added before sending a warning glare to Fili who held up his hands in defense.

"I didn't tell Bilbo about the out-of-the-mountain thingy, remember," he huffed.

"Well, relate that to your brother," Dis said. "He'll need to train himself not to speak in front of the hobbit," she finished before turning around and looking for Khuzdul books.

Fili stuck his tongue out.