~:~ Myrida ~:~

Frerin looked at the closed bedroom door and then to Bilbo. "Papa, why can't I see?" he asked, protruding his lip and folding his arms across his chest. "Papa..." he whined.

Bilbo didn't answer. Worry was churning in his gut as he hadn't heard anything come from the room since Dis had announced that the babe would be born in a matter of minutes.

The dwobbit frowned and moved around Bilbo, trying to look up at his papa.

"Frerin, not now," Bilbo scolded, gently moving his son aside. "Go sit down."

"But I wanna see-"

Bilbo knelt down beside his son. "Frerin son of Thorin, you must be patient," he said firmly.

Frerin protruded his bottom lip. "But I wanna see," he complained.

"You will see when Dis and Oin come out of the room. Alright?" he replied. "They're helping Daddy have the baby and making sure they're okay," Bilbo said, trying to assure both himself and his son. "I hope," he added quietly. "When they come out, you can see."

"But-"

"No buts," Bilbo frowned. "Sit and wait."

Soon (but not very soon) enough, the master bedroom door opened and Dis came out with a wide smile on her face. "They're both doing just fine," she said as soon as she saw the worried look on Bilbo's face. "One of the quietest births I have ever seen." She smiled and motioned both her brother-in-law and nephew to enter. "He's been asking for both of you," she added when Thorin's tired eyes lit up at the sight of Bilbo and Frerin.

Thorin smiled at them before looking down at the bundle in his arms.

Frerin immediately ran to his father. "Can I see?" he asked, tugging on Thorin's hair. "Can I see, Daddy?"

"Shh," Bilbo tsked, standing behind his son. "You have to be quiet, Frerin. Very quiet."

"Oh," the little boy whispered. "Can I see?" he asked again. "Please?"

Thorin shifted the bundle in his arms and showed his son. "Frerin, this is your new sister," he said thickly.

Frerin smiled widely at the babe and gently touched her chubby cheek. "She's so pretty."

A small and happy sob escaped Bilbo as he watched Frerin fall in love with their new daughter. "She's perfect," he sighed happily, stroking the babe's head softly. "She has your hair, Thorin."

"She does," the dwarf king agreed gently. "Come here, Ghivashel," he commanded softly, patting the empty space on the other side of him. He smiled as Bilbo didn't hesitate twice and curled into his dwarf's side. "I named Frerin, you shall name her," he said.

The hobbit thought for a mere minute before smiling. "Myrida," he sighed softly. "Myrida daughter of Thorin," he said. "Yes," he repeated again confidently. "Do you like it?" he asked, looking up at Thorin.

"I love it," he replied deeply. "Our little family," he said, fighting back the tears created by what was left of the hormones. "Our children."

Bilbo let out a sob and kissed Thorin sweetly. "And we couldn't be more happier," he added, watching Frerin be gentle with their infant daughter.

"Aye."