The Miracle of Love

Chapter 31

"And there's a silent storm inside me looking for a home.
I hope that someone's gonna find me and say that I belong…"

Thorin hadn't had such a good sleep in a very, very, very, long time. There were times when Bilbo stayed and they slept together but that was far off from what he was feeling right now. His muscles were pleasantly sore and he was just feeling tired enough to lie in bed for a few more hours. Not to mention he was spent after just one round.

He never stayed with anyone after they had sex, always dreading the awkward moment of waking up in the morning and facing reality. What could he possibly say? Thank you for sleeping with me? No, that wouldn't have worked. Who would even want to hear something like that in the morning; and what could you possibly say to a person you spent an evening, okay maybe an hour flirting with, and then before you know it you're both naked and, well…

But this was Bilbo who was next to him, his Bilbo. And that meant that things wouldn't be awkward because there was no reason for it. They knew each other and this wasn't just a hookup. They were together, they had decided to be together and because of that Bilbo had every right to be in his bed, even if that meant waking him up, accidentally or not.

The moment Thorin stirred Bilbo withdrew his hand from where he was caressing his cheek. He tried to stay still and not wake Thorin up, but he just could help himself. His boyfriend was beautiful when he slept. Not to mention completely naked – and Bilbo always blushed at the thought of seeing Thorin naked. Or at the memory of what they were up to the night before.

Thorin, still half asleep, reached over to Bilbo's waist and pulled him closer, not missing the fact that he was dressed, when he clearly remembered him being completely naked when they went to sleep last night.

Bilbo did his best to move as close to Thorin as possible before placing a kiss on his lips. He could feel Thorin smile as he returned it.

"Morning," mumbled Thorin and slowly opened his eyes. Bilbo was completely awake and looking at him expectantly. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well," Bilbo answered quietly, knowing that Thorin was still waking up. "You?"

"The same."

Bilbo smiled wider when he felt Thorin move his hand on the side of his belly waiting to feel their baby move.

"You're dressed."

It wasn't a question, but Bilbo understood what Thorin was trying to say. "I needed to pee and I just couldn't walk around naked, could I."

"So you borrowed one of my shirts?"

Bilbo blushed. "You don't mind, do you?"

Thorin didn't mind. Seeing Bilbo wearing one of his shirts always turned him on. Before Thorin was given a chance to reply he felt the baby move and he smiled before whispering another 'hi' to Bilbo's lips and kissing him.

"It's nine," Bilbo pointed out once they pulled apart.

"So?"

"Nothing. It's late, that's all."

"We're allowed to sleep in." Thorin rubbed his eyes before continuing: "You're not tired?"

"I'm fine," Bilbo smiled as he noticed that Thorin was studying him. "I really am," he assured him. "And I'm also very happy right now."

"No discomfort then?" Thorin asked.

Bilbo smiled, but didn't answer immediately and Thorin got worried for a second that something was wrong.

"I feel fine, don't worry," Bilbo assured him and allowed himself to kiss him again.

"You hesitated."

"No I didn't," Bilbo argued.

"Yes you did. Were you in pain?" Thorin asked cupping Bilbo's cheek in his hand. "Are you uncomfortable now?"

"I'm fine," he said in a more high pitched voice that he wanted, but Thorin was being annoying. And it looked like he wasn't planning on letting this go until he heard what he wanted to hear, and that meant telling the truth. "I was not in pain, nor am I feeling any pain right now. But I can't really say that I don't feel what we were doing last night." He quickly continued before Thorin had a chance to speak: "I feel fine. It feels right."

He silenced Thorin's next attempt to speak with a kiss, which quickly became more heated and Bilbo let out a whine when Thorin's tongue brushed his. Thorin, more than happy with the sounds Bilbo was making, couldn't help but smile.

"This. Is. Not. Funny." Bilbo pointed his finger at Thorin's chest when he noticed how happy he was with himself.

"Not funny at all," Thorin agreed. And before he knew it Bilbo pushed him on his back and straddled his hips.

Thorin let out a laugh when he saw Bilbo's face.

"You're being mean," Bilbo scolded.

"The horror," Thorin continued to laugh. He rested his hands on Bilbo's hip and met his eyes. "You being horny and letting out those amazing needy sounds. You have no idea what that does to me."

Bilbo's ears turned red but he refused to let Thorin be right this time. "I am being horny? I'm needy?" he asked in a teasing tone. "I'll show you needy!"

He was determined to wipe that smug smile from Thorin's face. He would do everything to make Thorin take back his words…which meant making him beg for his release. He leaned down to kiss him, but was unable to do so due to the fact that his belly was in the way.

Thorin couldn't help but burst out laughing when the realization hit Bilbo that he wouldn't be able to show him how wrong he was. Bilbo let out a huff of annoyance as he rested his hands on Thorin's stomach for support.

"You can stop now."

"Oh, the look on your face," laughed Thorin, "priceless."

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny."

Thorin finally stopped laughing and looked at the younger teen. "You wanted to kiss me?"

Bilbo just sent him a look. It was more than obvious what he wanted to do.

In once swift motion Thorin sat up and sealed their lips together in a hot kiss.

"I would be able to pull you up if you were wearing something."

"Don't you like what you see?" asked Thorin as he was placing kisses down Bilbo's neck.

"I love it," Bilbo said and pulled Thorin back up by his hair so that he could kiss him. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I know." Now it was Bilbo's time to smirk. He was wearing one of Thorin's old t-shirts, but it was too big for him and it almost reached his knees, and his underwear. But his boyfriend was still naked and Bilbo managed to make Thorin hard again by just rolling his hip and teasing his nipples while they were kissing. Thorin didn't even notice the younger teen's plan until he saw how Bilbo was looking at him.

"Oh…"

Bilbo's smile became wider when Thorin realized that that was his plan all along.

"Are you planning to do something about this?" he asked, hoping that Bilbo would now be willing to help with those sorts of problems.

"No." Bilbo's answer was short, firm and held a teasing tone and before Thorin could react, Bilbo was already off the bed out of his reach.

"Bilbo," Thorin growled lowly at his boyfriend. He knew he deserved this, but Bilbo was just being cruel to leave him like that.

"Thorin," purred Bilbo back and blew him a kiss.

"You little minx!"

Bilbo just offered an innocent smile.

Suddenly Thorin jumped out of bed and ran after him. He thought he would be able to catch him, but the pregnant teen smartly ran to the door and out of the room, and Thorin, being completely naked didn't dare to go after him.

"That's cheating."

"That's thinking smart," replied Bilbo with a cheeky grin.

"Come back here."

"No. I'm going downstairs to find something to eat because I'm hungry."

"Please," Thorin almost whined.

"No," said Bilbo and wiggled his butt at Thorin before disappearing. "I know you want it, I know you need it… Come and get it," he sang teasingly as he walked downstairs.

:::

In the week that followed Bilbo and Thorin didn't stop teasing each other which meant that everyone around them were rolling their eyes and looking away every time they forgot they weren't alone in the room. Bilbo was excellent at teasing at Thorin at getting what he wanted. Which most of the time meant dragging Bilbo back home and to his room and having his way with him. Not that the younger teen was complaining.

They were spending more and more time together which meant that Thorin was more than welcome – actually Bilbo insisted on him coming to his birthing classes. And so Bilbo found himself sitting between Thorin's legs, as instructed, trying to relax and be close to your partner, and all that other stuff that they were told but neither of them listened.

Bilbo and Thorin were enjoying spending time together which meant that a lot of kiss and inappropriate touching was included. Luckily they were sitting in the back but that didn't meant they were quiet.

Thorin had his hands on Bilbo's belly and he was kissing his neck while Bilbo had his fingers buried in Thorin's hair. Occasionally he let out a quiet moan, breaking the silence.

"Everything alright back there?" the instructor asked when she noticed they were making out instead of doing an important exercise.

Bilbo turned red from embarrassment and said nothing.

"Perfectly fine," answered Thorin.

The instructor smiled and then approached them, helping Bilbo into a position he was supposed to. "Let's try to relax and focus on our breathing, shall we."

Bilbo nodded in agreement and waited for the instructor to turn her attention to the others, before turning back to Thorin and kissing him. It was an unspoken promise of what will happen once they were done here.

:::

After the class Bilbo insisted on going home for dinner, and who was Thorin to deny him anything. He parked the car in front of the house and then Bilbo almost dragged him in.

"Hi dad," Bilbo greeted the moment they stepped in.

Bungo was sitting in the living room watching the news. He watched Thorin help his son out of the winter coat he was wearing before greeting him. It had only been a few days since the last time Bilbo was home but Bungo could swear that his son's belly was getting bigger every day.

When Belladonna heard her son in the living room she immediately came to see him.

"Bilbo," she smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"Hi, mum. What's for dinner?"

Belladonna and Thorin couldn't help but smiled at Bilbo's interest in food, while Bungo warned him about manners.

"I'm making something you'll like." Bilbo mouth watered at the thought of what his mother was preparing. It already smelled delicious. "Would you like to help?"

"No. We'll be in my room." He was about to lead Thorin upstairs when his mother stopped him.

"How about you two stay here."

"We haven't spent much time together lately," Bungo continued.

"But-" Bilbo wanted to protest, but Thorin stopped him with a gentle squeeze of his hand.

"We should stay here. You can help your mother and I'll-"

"Thorin!" they all heard Frodo call from upstairs.

"And I'll stay with your father and brother."

Bilbo didn't want to do it, but he still nodded and kissed his boyfriend in front of his parents so that they would feel uncomfortable, before following his mother into the kitchen. Thorin stayed in the living room talking about this and that with Bungo, while Frodo just sat there and listened and occasionally asked a questions.

"How are you, sweetheart?" asked Belladonna.

"I'm fine," Bilbo sighed as he continued to chop vegetables. He was hungry and tired, and the last thing he wanted right now was an interrogation from his mother. And that was exactly what was happening.

"How's school?"

"It's fine, mum. The same as always."

Belladonna could sense how irritated her son became after just a few simple questions. "And Thorin?"

"He's fine," snapped Bilbo and Belladonna looked disapprovingly at her son.

"Have you two been fighting?" she carefully asked.

"No, mum! We haven't been fighting, okay?"

"I'm just trying to understand-"

"Understand what?!"

"Lower your voice, young man," his mother warned. "You've been on edge since you entered this house. I just have a feeling there is something bothering you."

Bilbo put the salad bowl on the table with more force than he intended too. "You invited me over for dinner-"

"I told you to come home," corrected his mother firmly. "You've been spending way too much time at that house."

Bilbo rolled his eyes. "I live there."

"You live here, and will continue to do so," his mother told him, leaving no room for argument.

Bilbo stared at his mother with disbelief. "You can't tell me what to do!"

"You are seventeen, which means I get to tell you what to do. And I've witnessed enough outbursts of yours in the last few months. You will be back home every day before dinner."

"You've got to be joking!"

"You'll be home on time or you'll be grounded. We are your family and it's only right that you spend some time with us."

"I was with Thorin! It's not like I was on the other side of the world!"

"You have a room and a bed under this roof and until you are eighteen you will be sleeping here every night. I'm not arguing about it," Belladonna finished when Bilbo wanted to protest.

"Frodo told you…"

"No, your brother hasn't said a word."

"Then what is all this about?!"

Belladonna sent him a warning glare and Bilbo immediately lowered his voice. "It's about Thorin," Bilbo guessed.

"As a matter of fact it is."

"What? So now I'm not allowed to see him? Is that what this is about?"

"It's about the fact that you need to get you temper under control. I'm not Thorin, I'm your mother and you'll use a different tone with me." She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "My coworker saw you two yesterday together in the middle of a supermarket groping each other…"

"So what? He's my boyfriend, it's not like we haven't done worse," Bilbo muttered the last part to himself, but his mother still heard. And Bilbo was angry enough to confirm it. "Yes, I had sex with my boyfriend. Happy?"

"Your room, now!" ordered his mother.

"Why? Just because I had sex with my boyfriend?"

"Because you are becoming impossible to control!" Belladonna raised her voice. "Because you don't know how to behave, because you speak to me like that, because you don't listen! Do you want me to go on or do you see where this is going? I don't know what's changed in the last few weeks since you and Thorin started dating, but I'm considering locking you in your room."

"You're crazy!" Bilbo screamed before storming out of the kitchen.

Thorin knew something was wrong the moment Bilbo stormed out of the kitchen fuming, his mother following close behind.

"Bilbo!"

"Thorin, we're leaving," Bilbo explained quickly as he was getting dressed.

Thorin just stared at him not knowing what to do while Belladonna repeated that he wasn't allowed to go anywhere.

"Stop telling me what to do!"

"Son," warned Bungo, but Bilbo refused to listen. He kept his eyes on Thorin, but when he realized that his boyfriend hadn't moved he'd had enough.

"Fine! I'll go alone!"

Before anyone had a chance to say anything Bilbo stormed out of the house and closed the doors with a loud thud.

Thorin needed a couple of seconds to collect his thoughts before he apologized to Bilbo's parents and hurried after him. He knew that Bilbo wouldn't walk back and as expected he was waiting for him by his car visibly annoyed.

"Open the car, Thorin," he ordered as Thorin slowly approached him but refused to open the car.

"Care to explain what this is all about?"

"You too?" Bilbo snapped back and glared at him. "Can we just go?"

"Not until you explain why you yelled at your mother and now you're acting like a spoiled brat."

"Like you have the right to judge," countered Bilbo, "you don't even have a relationship with your parents!" Thorin just crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited for Bilbo to start explaining. The younger teen sighed before he spoke: "She told me to stay here."

"And that's why you started yelling?"

"Thank you for being on my side!"

"I'm just trying to understand," Thorin said defensively. "What did she say to you that you reacted like that?"

"She started preaching about how I don't know how to behave anymore and how I spend too much time with you, and that one of her friends saw us kissing, like it's some sort of big deal. And I know what she started this in the first place. She is worried that you and I are having sex so I told her that it's too late to be worried about that."

Bilbo smiled victoriously, hoping that Thorin would be proud of the way he handled the situation, but the older teen didn't smile. His face showed no emotions at all.

"I just told her what she wanted to hear," Bilbo defended.

"It didn't look like it."

"Are you just going to stand there or are we going home?"

"I'm not going anywhere until you explain to me why you reacted the way you did," said Thorin calmly. "I know you, and I know you could have handled this differently, but instead you decided to fight with your mother."

"She has no right to tell me to stay here!"

"Actually, she does."

Bilbo frowned.

"I think you should go back inside and apologize."

Bilbo stared at Thorin for a moment, anger boiling inside, before storming past him, heading back inside the house.

Thorin caught his hand and held him back. "I'll wait for you here."

"Don't bother," Bilbo snapped at him and pulled his hand away before storming back inside the house, leaving Thorin alone and without a clue what to think for the second time that night.

:::

Bilbo didn't even give his parents a chance to ask any questions, he just went up to his room and locked the doors. He didn't want to talk with anyone or see anyone.

A few hours later he received a text from Thorin which he read and deleted, not wanting to deal with him at that moment. They were all playing smart but in truth no one knew what he was feeling. No one understood what he was going through. No one thought about the fact that in one short month this would all be over.

He couldn't sleep much. Once he calmed down and he started thinking about the things he'd said and done he realized that Thorin was right. This wasn't him. But he couldn't control himself; it was too hard. And most importantly it wasn't fair. There were things that he couldn't change and now were keeping him awake.

The morning came and he knew what he had to do. He had been rude to some people and he needed to apologize.

He headed downstairs the moment he heard that his parents were awake. Luckily his brother was still sleeping so they would be able to talk without any interruptions.

"Mum," he started carefully when he entered the kitchen. His mother was preparing coffee while his father was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. Neither of them expected to see him, and they both looked disappointed. But above everything they were still his parents and they loved him very much, and they knew something was troubling him.

"I'm so sorry about everything I said last night." Bilbo held back his tears as his mother looked at him. He needed her more than anything else right now.

Luckily Belladonna knew her son well enough that something had to be very wrong for Bilbo to behave the way he did last night and the second she opened her arms to embrace him, Bilbo was there looking for comfort in his mother's hug, letting his tears fall freely.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed and all his mother did was pull him closer in her loving embrace and kiss his head.

"I know. Don't worry; everything is going to be okay. You'll see."

Bilbo sobbed for a few minutes, allowing his mother to hold him close and whisper comforting words to him. The walls he'd built were slowly collapsing and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He had to say it now, or he would never gather the courage to do it again.

"I don't want to give up my baby. Please, don't make me do it. Please..." The last words were muffled by his sobbing.

Author's notes:

A big 'thank you' to Chamelaucium, who does an amazing job with everything I write :)

This chapter was extremely hard to write due to the fact that a week ago there were still more votes for a girl. I have to admit that I started panicking how am I going to finish this, since I have a lot of trouble writing Bilbo and Thorin having a girl. In my head they can only have boys.
I talked with a few people and they gave me their opinion on the matter.
But I discovered something today. The poll I created has more votes for the boy, and with the votes I got in comments it's a tie. I'm closing the poll since it has been causing me more trouble than actually helping me decide. I'm still not 100% sure what I'm going to do at the end, but all who have been reading my stories can guess what my decision will be.

I know this chapter was shorter, but I wanted to end it this way.