AN: Last chapter, hope you guys like it. It's kinda really short, but I hope that won't change much. Please review, thank you.

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Bilbo woke to someone's cold feet digging into his back. He groaned as he tried to move away from the frozen feet, but with each movement the feet followed. He groaned once again as he sat up to look at the bunched up sheets next to him. A lump the size of a small child was shivering slightly in the cool summer eve. Bilbo smiled lightly before he wrapped his arms around the shivering lump after he pulled the heavier blankets over the both of them.

He looked down into cool ocean blue eyes that matched the king's eyes evenly with a small smile as he snuggled the smaller body into his chest. He felt little cold hands trace at the stretch marks that he had gained from his first and second pregnancy. He felt the child follow the marks down his stomach, over his pelvis, before stopping at his sides. He shivered at the light touch.

"Mama?" The child's small voice asked from behind the layers of blankets. He pulled her closer to warm the child's hands before he spoke:

"What is it, dear?" Bilbo asked softly as his hands rubbed at the small hands with a frown upon his lips. Thorin left the balcony doors opened again. He sighed, his mate could be forgettable sometimes with such small things, but he wouldn't have him any other way.

"Why do you have tiger stripes? Are you a skin-changer like Uncle Beorn?" The child asked lightly as he reached out towards the tiger stripes that his mama had. Bilbo smile soften even more as his eyes grew warm. He had forgotten about his stretch marks. They had faded over the years since the last time he was pregnant. He felt his child's small, thick fingers ran over his marks once again. His daughter had acted the same like his son.

"I gained my tiger stripes when I had you and your sister." Bilbo answered as he pulled his son's smaller body up and out of the sheets, but keeping one over his shoulders. Pale fingers wrapped tightly around the layer that laid upon his shoulder as he looked into his mama's eyes.

"Do they hurt?"

"No," Bilbo smiled as he saw how his son had looked at him. It was the same look that Thorin would look at him with when he doesn't believe that he was truly fine. "No, they do not hurt, Frerin." Frerin looked unsure of his mama before pouting asking:

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Frerin smiled before snuggling up to his mama's chest to fall sleep. Bilbo wrapped his arms around his youngest child before he sighed. He looked over to his mate who stood off to the side with a smile at the sight that Bilbo and his son makes.

"Love," Thorin whispered after he closed the balcony doors with his booted foot before walking over towards his hobbit. Bilbo frowned slightly as the cool body of Thorin scooped him and his son up into thick, muscular arms before settling once again back onto the bed. Thorin now sat behind his mate with Bilbo leaning against his chest and his son's mop of hair fell over his hobbit's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You had to wake the both of us. Thorin, I swear sometimes I wonder why I married you." Bilbo answered softly as he felt Thorin's fingers run through his hair. Thorin frowned lightly. "But then I remember why I love you, my dwarf." Bilbo said as he sighed when a pair of lips touched his temple before arms were wrapped tightly around them.

"It's almost morning," Thorin said as both of they looked out the glass doors. The sun painted the sky in light hues, singling a new day is about to start. Bilbo nodded his head in agreement. "Our daughter would be running in any second looking for her brother."

"Yes," Bilbo chuckled. When they had first put the two children in the same room, their daughter Belladonna didn't want anything to do with her younger brother. After few nights, though, Belladonna grew to love her brother. She would always come running into their rooms when she couldn't fine her brother, the look that would cross her face when the two looked at each other, was one that Kili or Fili used to give each other. "Like before, she'll be stomping out of our rooms with a pout on her face like Fili or Kili."

Thorin only chuckled as the first rays peeked over the horizon and the hurried footsteps of their daughter reached their ears. A new day with his family, always gave him a since of tranquility since the reclaimed of his home. Thorin smiled softly as his daughter walked into their room with a short cry, to only stop when she noticed Frerin in her mama's arms.

A new day indeed.

AN: Well? Please review, thanks.