AN: Hello, here is the second chapter. Hope you all like this chapter. Please don't forget to review; I would love how I am doing. Thanks.

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Bilbo sat down in front of the low, burning fire in the library with a book in his lap while his fingers ran through the youngest prince's hair. The young prince was trying to formalize a plan that would be suited for hunting that was to take place in the next couple of months. Bilbo tugged on a small knot as he turned a page in his book. All movement froze as Bilbo flinched.

"Auntie Bilbo?" Fili's voice masked with concern for the smaller creature. Bilbo only shook him off saying that he was fine and that he need to not to worry. Still looking worried for his 'aunt', Fili turned back to the map and notes that sat before him. It wasn't three seconds later when Bilbo gasped out and Fili jumped to help the other stand. "Everything is not okay." Fili states as he guides the hobbit out of the library and brought him to the other's room.

"Get Thorin and Oin." Bilbo states as he try to not to flinch. Fili nodded his head and with quick footsteps, he runs out of the room to fine his Uncle and Oin. Bilbo leaned back against the pillows while breathing even breaths as his eyes clenched closed due to pain. Another shot of unbearable pain raced up from his tail bone to only snake around his front. He clenched at his belly with one hand just as the doors of his room were thrown opened. Thorin and half of the company came running to his bedside. "Didn't I say your uncle and Oin." Bilbo questioned the younger prince with pain lacing his voice slightly. Fili had the decently to look give him a sheepishly looking smile and a shrug of shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Thorin asked as he took a seat next to his hobbit. He watched as the other flinch away from his bare touch with a frown upon his face. Bilbo looked over to him with narrowed eyes before he felt Oin start to poke and probe around his belly.

"It's safe to say the babe is on its way." Bilbo stated when another batch of contractions hit him. He felt Thorin take his smaller hand into his as if to give comfort. Bilbo looked down at the hand and kissed the tip of each finger before he felt another wave of contractions burst forth from nowhere. Voices rose at the declaration of the baby coming that Bilbo struggled to not laugh at the dwarfs. They looked like a chicken without its head attached to feathery shoulders. It was quite a scene to look upon later on.

"Out you lot! Out!" Oin shouted as he forced those headless chickens out of the room with a small huff once the door was slammed closed. He looked back over to the couple and started to order the smaller creature to take off his pants and to relax.

Bilbo struggled through the contractions with a little help from Thorin as he worked to get himself out of his clothes from the day. He laid back down into the bed with Thorin holding both of his hands and him (Bilbo) leaned against the strong chest that belongs to his mate. Once pants were down and out of the way, Oin sat down two basins full of water next to him after he probed the hobit's legs up and spreading them to take a look how far along the hobbit was.

"You'll be able to push here in a couple of mintues." Oin states as he goes to grab a cloth to lay where he would be placing the child once it was out of the womb. Bilbo's gripped tighten slightly at the warning while another contraction made itself known.

"Alright, push." Oin states. Bilbo pushes as his grip becomes tighten to the point that it'll break or crush Thorin's own poor fingers. Thorin flinched at the grip as he tried to coach his hobbit. He tried everything that would help ease that pain without interfering with the other dwarf. Bilbo sucked in much needed air after the first push was finished.

"Push."

Bilbo pushed again, again, and again. The grip on Thorin's fingers only grew tighter and harsher with each push that the hobbit was doing. Thorin whispered comforting words into his mate's sharp ears while he tried to hide the flinch of pain that the other was causing.

"You are not touching me ever." Bilbo stated with anger and pain laced in his voice. Thorin flinched. Bilbo's grip tighten as he once again pushed. "You hear me, Thorin! Never again." Bilbo cries out as he felt another contraction shot up his spine.

"Almost done, Shoulders are out. Just one last hard push and it'll be here." Oin states as he flinches at Bilbo's words. Ouch.

"One last push, love. Just one and it's all over, I promise." Thorin whispers as he flinches at the declaration of him not getting laid for a long, long time. Bilbo crushed Thorin's fingers for the final time as a shrill cry burst throughout the air. Bilbo laid boneless against the chest of his mate with a smile upon his lips.

"A baby girl." Oin says as he lays her into Bilbo's arms with a soft smile. Thorin and Bilbo looked down at their little girl with large smiles and love radiating in their eyes. Crystal blue eyes stared up towards them, a slight curved of ears twitched against Bilbo's chest. A small chubby hand reached out slightly while a small noise of happiness sounded in the room. Bilbo quickly grabbed ahold of his daughter's hand while he muttered:

"Hello there, little one. You look just like your papa." And Bilbo was right she does look more like Thorin than him. A small tuff of black hair fell around her head like a crown while her skin was tougher than a hobbit's, but just as light in skin color.

"She's beautiful." Thorin whispers as he runs a hand over her head lightly. "Just like her mama." He states with a small smile. Bilbo groaned at being called mama, but the smile that spilt across his lips told Thorin that he didn't mind much.

"What do you wish to name her?" Bilbo asked as he looked sideways at his husband. Thorin looked down at his daughter in thought. Bilbo waited for him to speak.

"Belladonna Nornia Durin." Thorin spoke after a couple of mintues. Bilbo looked shock at his mother's name coming from the dwarf's mouth and he must have looked like he wanted to ask Thorin something because Thorin started to explain. "She's the reason that you fell in love with adventures. Otherwise, I would have never found you if she didn't tell you stories."

"Thorin." Bilbo said softly. He couldn't believe the other, but a smile split across his mouth.

AN: Well? Let me know what you guys think of it. Thanks.