"Here," said Bilbo as he put the clean laundry basket on Thráin's bed. "Put this in your closet."

"Do I have to," asked Thráin. "Can't you do it for me?"

"No," was all Bilbo as he walked out of the room.

"That's not fair!"

"Pretend that I care," called Bilbo back. He returned to the living room where Thorin was lying on the couch, watching another match. He hasn't moved in the last hour and Bilbo knew why. This was his way of showing that he didn't agree with the arrangement for the evening. "Thorin!" Bilbo narrowed his eyes at his husband. "I told you half an hour ago to go shower, shave and change into clean clothes."

"I'm watching the game." It was more than obvious that he wasn't enjoying it but he wanted to defy his husband no matter what. Bilbo took the remote and turned the TV off. "Hey, I was watching!"

"Stop acting like a child and go change!" said Bilbo before he disappeared into the kitchen. He was preparing a special dinner since they were expecting a guest. It meant a lot to Thráin to make a good impression on his boyfriend so Bilbo would try to do his best.

Half an hour later Thráin joined him in the kitchen. "Smells delicious," he praised.

"Well, I hope that…"

"Náin," Thráin filled in.

"Yes, I hope that he'll like it."

"You know he will. Everyone loves you cooking," complimented Thráin with that smile on his face.

Bilbo eyed him suspiciously. "Stop brownnosing and tell me what you want."

"Please make dad behave. I'll do anything, just please don't allow him to ruin this for me."

"I'll do what I can," promised Bilbo. "He won't embarrass you, don't worry."

"I'm not worried about him embarrassing me," said Thráin dryly, "I'm more afraid of him killing Náin."

"Just..." started Bilbo, unsure how to proceed, "You know… Don't give the chance to get angry. He is very protective of you, you know that."

:::

Twenty minutes later Thorin finally showed up. Impeccably dressed in what Bilbo put out for him. "I thought we were trying to go for 'we are a normal family thing'," he commented dryly. "I don't understand why I'm dressed in this."

Bilbo rolled his eyes before he approached him and straighten the collar of his shirt. He couldn't allow for Thorin to meet their son's boyfriend wearing pants so Bilbo put out for him new jeans and a light blue dress shirt. "Because I know you, and I know you are not enjoying this."

"Of course I'm not enjoying this."

"I'm right here," reminded him Thráin who was sitting at the counter. "At least you can pretend that you care for me."

"It's because I care for you that I'm not enjoying this."

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" Thráin raised his voice and Bilbo knew this was to end in a shouting match. "I'm your son!"

"You are underage-"

"Okay that's enough," interrupted Bilbo. "Tonight, it's not about you, Thorin, it's about Thráin and we should respect his decisions. We don't know the boy yes so we can't really judge him." He put an arm around Thorin waist and pulled him closer. "You are going to behave or-"

"If you are planning to threaten me with sex again I can tell you that I'm not buying it."

Bilbo frowned. "I wanted to say that…" he looked around the room, "Thráin won't forgive you… Where is Thráin anyway?"

"Guess," said Thorin plainly.

Bilbo took his hand and led him to the front door which was open. In front of their house was now parked a car and they could see that Thráin was talking to someone and not a minute later they were both approaching them. Bilbo squeezed Thorin's hand as a last warning to behave. Thráin held the taller boy's hand and led him into the house. He was smiling happily as they finally stood in front of his parents.

"Hi."

"Khmm," started Thráin rather awkwardly, "Náin, these are my parents…"

"Hello," smiled Bilbo and offered him his hand, "Nice to meet you. I'm Bilbo."

"Náin." He presented a bottle of wine. "Little something."Bilbo accepted the gift with a smile.

"Thorin," warned Bilbo silently.

Náin offered the hand to Thorin. "Nice to meet you, Sir."

Thorin didn't drop his piercing gaze when he accepted the hand, squeezing it so hard that Náin almost winced from the pain.

"This is Thorin," filled in Thráin as Thorin didn't say anything. Náin knew better. There was no way he was calling him Thorin.

"Well why don't we all sit down," suggested Bilbo. "Dinner is ready. I hope you'll like it, Náin."

They all followed Bilbo to the dining room; Thorin still hasn't said a word. He kept an eye on Náin, trying to figure the boy out, but he didn't succeed. Everything was unusually quiet.

"Dad can you please pass the peas," asked Thráin when they were all seated at the table. Thorin of course, sitting at his usual place at the head of the table. He did as he was told and passed the peas to Náin who then passed them to Thráin, who sent his father a look.

"So," started Bilbo. "What are you planning on studying?" he asked Náin.

"I haven't decided yet," answered Náin. "I have a whole year to decide."

"Are you interested in anything in particular?"

"Psychics and Astronomy." Thorin snorted at that. "I did some research and I looks like an interesting study," continued Náin, and doing his best to ignore Thorin.

"Well, as long as it makes you happy I think you should pursue it," said Bilbo and Thorin snorted again, earning a warning kick from his husband.

"What?!" asked Thorin as if he did nothing wrong. "He is going to spend hours daydreaming about gasses in space that glow, oh and don't let me forget about extensive research he will do about why apple falls from a tree." Surprisingly it was Náin who almost burst out laughing but held back when Thorin shot him a glare. "Do you think this is funny? Do you think that my son will support your living?"

"I was thinking more that we'll live from all the money you'll leave me when you die," Thráin answered back so that his father would stop. "Since I'm planning to become a ballet dancer," Thorin's eyes widened in surprise, just what Thráin wanted to achieve, "I'm going to need all the money I can get."

"Don't you dare," threatened Thorin, who knew that his son was just pushing his buttons, but he was really not in the mood for that. Bilbo just shook his head before leaning back into the chair. "I will not allow you to throw away your future-"

"To what? Pursue my dreams?" interrupted Thráin.

"This is fun," commented Náin as Thráin continued to have a shouting match with his father.

"You have no idea," answered Bilbo who now sat with arms crossed over his chest, waiting for the yelling to stop.

"I always wondered from whom Thráin got his temperament."

"It's all Thorin's, believe me."

"I can do whatever I want with my life!"

"Not when you are living in my house! I won't allow you to throw away your life for some nonsense dreams. I expect more from you!"

"You can be so… Argh! Everything has to be the way you like it!"

Thorin was just about to open his mouth to say something back when Bilbo stood up. "Enough! Enough," he repeated once again. "I think you both proved that you have absolutely no manners at the table."

"It wasn't-" tried to argue Thráin.

"I don't want to hear a word," cut Bilbo sharply.

"Náin, let's go," said Thráin visibly offended and tried to pull his boyfriend with him.

"Sit down," ordered Bilbo sternly and surprisingly his son obeyed. "Now, let's finish this dinner without and yelling, or calling names, or anything really."

They ate in silence for the next couple of minutes until Thorin spoke again. "So when were you planning to tell us that you were having sex with our son?"

"Thorin. Dad." Came a warning from Bilbo and Thráin at the same time.

"What did I do wrong this time?" questioned Thorin as if his behavior was perfectly acceptable. "It's a perfectly appropriate question."

"No it's not," answered Thráin. "This is not Middle Ages when you had to ask the parents to marry. This is the 21st century and I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions. It's not like you and Papa didn't do it before you got married."

"Actually," interrupted Bilbo, "I was two months pregnant when we got married."

"Really?" asked Thráin, genuinely surprised with this new information. "I didn't know that." Bilbo just shrugged.

"That's not the point-"

"Not the point, dad? You managed to get Papa pregnant, which means that I am either a result of a broken condom or that you simply didn't use one."

"You were planned," lied Thorin.

"Not really, sweetheart," corrected Bilbo, "you kind of snuck upon us, no offense."

"None taken," answered Thráin at Bilbo's honesty. "What I was trying to say that at least we are responsible when we have sex. We take every possible precaution that I don't get pregnant."

"Sir," started Náin, "I would never do that to your son, he means too much to me. And if it were to happen then I would take full responsibility."

The only thing keeping Thorin from exploding was the fact that Bilbo was holding his hand under the table, and that, for some reason, always calmed him down.

"Can we now please stop talking about sex," requested Bilbo, "we are, after all, still having dinner."

"Dad started it," pointed out Thráin before finishing his meal.

:::

Once they were done they moved to the living room where Bilbo poured Thorin a generous amount of scotch before they all sat down. "So tell us, Náin, how many innocent children have you managed to spoil?"

"Dad!" warned Thráin.

"What I was trying to ask you is how many relationships were you before," clarified Thorin.

"Three," answered Thráin instead of his boyfriend. "The first one lasted three months, the second one six, and now he's with me. Happy with the answer or would you like to read his medical record?"

Thorin lifted his hands as in surrender. "I was just trying to get to know him better, just like you told us to."

"It's alright, Sir," said Náin. "I understand. You are just trying to protect your son, which is normal. Who wouldn't want to protect something so special." Thráin had to hold back so that he didn't lean forward and kiss the life out of his boyfriend for being so sweet. "It's normal for parents to feel this way," continued Náin. "You are afraid that I will take him away from you, that I will spoil him and corrupt him, but I can assure you, Sir, that I'm not planning to do any of these things. I love him and he means the world to me. I would never do something that he wouldn't want me to."

"I think that by having sex with him you managed to achieve exactly that."

"That's how you see it, Sir. But I can assure you that Thráin is more mature than he looks like and that he has a clear vision of what he wants to achieve in his life. You can either support him and be in his life or he will eventually push you away. It's up to you."

"I don't think I need parenting advice from you. I raised him, I know what he's like," answered Thorin.

"Then why do you keep questioning his decisions if you are so sure about the way you raised him?"

"I'm not questioning his decisions! I'm just trying to protect him from-"

"Enough!" interrupted Thráin who had enough of everything now. "Excuse us for a moment," he said as he stood up, "I need to talk with my dad for a moment. We'll be right back."

Thorin sighed before he followed his son, Bilbo did the same.

"Could you be any more annoying than you already are?" Thráin questioned as he closed the doors of Thorin's study behind them. "Náin is my boyfriend. I invited him over because you wanted me to. He is important to me that is why I wanted for you to meet him. If I had known you were going to behave like this I would have never invited him over."

"He doesn't deserve you," said Thorin calmly.

"You don't even know him! You are not even trying to get to know him! Do I really mean this little to you?"

"He-" Before Thorin was able to finish Thráin threw his hands in the air in defeat before he stormed out of the room.

"Well played Thorin," said Bilbo before he followed their son. He found them in the living room, apologizing to his boyfriend for his father's behavior. Náin seemed to understand. They sat alone for the next ten minutes when Thorin finally decided to join them. He forced a smile before he sat down.

"So tell us," Thorin started. "Where did you two meet?"

The rest of the evening was surprisingly pleasant since Thorin stopped acting like a child and actually tried to get to know his son's boyfriend. He could only hope that Bilbo would repay him later, somehow.

When Náin was getting ready to leave Thráin was smiling again as he stood next to his father. "Thank you," he said to Thorin. "Thank you for supporting me."

"I still don't like him," said Thorin and Thráin's smile fell. "But," Thorin continued, "I can see that he means a lot to you and he makes you happy so I'll let him live." Thráin smiled happily before he hugged his dad.

"I love you."

"Love you too, son."

As Thráin escorted Náin to his car Thorin and Bilbo watched him through the window. Thorin growled when he saw Thráin kiss his boyfriend. He still wasn't used to the idea that his baby boy had a boyfriend.

"Oh let them be," said Bilbo and placed a kiss on his cheek. "It's not that a big deal."

"Not a big deal," questioned Thorin. "I think it's a big deal. They are rubbing it in our face. They could at least have a little decency."

"You had no decency," reminded him Bilbo.

"Me?" questioned Thorin. "When you introduced me to your parents we didn't have a make out session in front of your house."

"Yes we did," said Bilbo. "Don't tell me you forgot."

"We didn't," insisted Thorin. "I brought your mother flowers, we had dinner and then I left. I didn't try to take your virginity in front of your house."

"No, you brought my mother that recipe book and then we kissed…" Bilbo trailed off when he saw the look on Thorin's face. "That wasn't you…" he said silently, with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He knew he pressed the right buttons on his husband. "Oops…"

"Bilbo," growled Thorin. His husband just smiled when he saw that predatory look in Thorin's eyes, before he ran up to their bedroom. Thorin immediately went after him, the two teenagers, who were snogging, completely forgotten.

Author's notes:

All mistakes are mine.

I hope this was enough embarrassing for you :P

It's finally here. I know it took me ages, but I finished it. I guess this counts for /
This is the reason why I stopped writing for a month. You should see the draft of this chapter, it was absolutely /
Anyway, I'm already preparing for my exams in the middle of January, fingers crossed I pass everything, because that means I'll have whole February free.

In the next few days you can expect a new story (the ones who follow me on Tumblr know what I'm talking about). Short summary: 17,000 words of pure Christmas-Bagginshield-Domestic-Fluff.