~:~ First Words ~:~

Thorin lifted little Frerin into the air and smiled when the one year-old dwobbit giggled, his fist in his mouth.

"Don't do that," Bilbo complained from the armchair in the sitting room. "I don't want you to drop him."

Thorin glanced at his husband then brought his son down into his arms, kissing the dwobbit's chubby cheek. "Papa's no fun, huh?" he asked Frerin who giggled. "Tell Papa all you want to do is have fun with Daddy."

"Thorin," Bilbo grumbled, watching his dwarf sit down on the floor with their son in his lap. "Don't go making excuses. I don't want my child-"

"I know Âzyungâl," Thorin interrupted gently, tossing Bilbo one of his famous grins. "I just love our little Frerin," he cooed, playing with his son.

Bilbo sighed and joined his family on the floor in front of the fireplace. He watched lovingly as Thorin tickled their baby boy mercilessly. "You know," he began, leaning his head on Thorin's broad shoulder. "I never thought that you could be domestic."

Thorin scoffed. "I am a dwarf, and dwarfs, especially the King, can be domestic," he said, scooping up Frerin as the baby dwobbit began to crawl away. "Oh no you don't," he laughed heartily, attempting to raise his son in the air again.

"Thorin," Bilbo warned, lifting his head.

"Just this once, love," Thorin pleaded, pouting to his hobbit. "Please."

Bilbo rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No," he said. "That is my final word. Put him down now."

The dwarf groaned and set Frerin on the floor again. "Bilbo, he wants to have fun," he replied.

"He is not even two!" Bilbo retorted in an annoyed tone. "I don't want you dropping him!"

Noticing Bilbo's temper running low, Thorin pulled his hobbit close and apologized to him. "I'm sorry, Bilbo," he said softly, bringing Bilbo flush against him. "I just..." He grunted and reached for Frerin who was attempting to escape the room, holding the baby between he and Bilbo. "I have seen Gloin with his son and Bofur with his daughter," he began, rubbing Bilbo's back gently. "I just want to make him laugh and giggle and remind me of you," he confessed, kissing his hobbit's curls. "I could never drop him and I never will."

"I know," Bilbo sighed, pulling away. "I'm overreacting."

Thorin smiled his dashing smile. "No, you're not," he replied easily. "It's our sleepless nights."

Bilbo nodded tiredly. "Speaking of which," he began, yawning. "I hope Frerin's fever won't start up again. I need my sleep."

"Go to bed," Thorin suggested with a soft smile. "I'll put Frerin in his crib and then I will join you."

The hobbit yawned and kissed his dwarf and dwobbit. "I love you both," he said tiredly. "Don't lift him," he warned Thorin before getting up and heading for the bedroom.

"I won't," Thorin called behind him. He looked at his baby boy against his chest. "Papa's no fun, isn't he?" he told the dwobbit again. He smiled as Frerin yawned. "Come, little one. Time for bed." Thorin stood and stepped into the master bedroom to find his husband already in bed with the furs up to his chin. The dwarf king went over to the oak crib beside their bed and set Frerin on the soft bed. "There," he said, tucking the soft blankets around Frerin before leaning over and pressing a small kiss to his son's forehead. "Good night, Frerin," he whispered before turning around.

"Da..."

Thorin froze. "What?" he asked, looking into the crib again. "Frerin, what did you say?" he asked, choking on the words as tears of joy came to his eyes. "Bilbo!"

The urgency in his dwarf's voice made Bilbo scramble off the bed in a hurry and appear at Thorin's side. "What is it?" he asked.

"Frerin," Thorin urged gently, reaching into the crib again. "What did you say, Frerin?"

"He talked?" Bilbo asked in disbelief.

Thorin nodded and tickled Frerin.

"Da..."

"Oh!" Bilbo exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Thorin's neck and unexpectedly kissing the living daylights out of his husband. He grinned against his husband's mouth as he startled the dwarf causing them to fall backwards onto the bed.

Giggling came from the crib, and Thorin and Bilbo pulled apart laughing.

"Our wittle Frerin," Thorin cooed again, sitting up, reaching into the crib, and lifting his dwobbit. Quickly, Thorin looked to Bilbo as he held Frerin halfway in the air. "Can I?" he asked.

Bilbo rolled his eyes and smiled softly. "Just once."

Thorin grinned and lifted Frerin into the air, only letting him go for a second before bringing the baby against his chest. "Oh, my son," he said, kissing Frerin's chubby cheeks. "I love you so much."

"As do I," Bilbo said, wrapping his arms around the dwarf's waist. "Now, put him in bed and join me in ours."

"Papa's bossy, isn't he?" Thorin asked baby Frerin.

"Thorin."

"Coming!"