Bilbo had, as everyone else, no chance of knowing what was to become of the day. It was like every Monday morning in his life. He woke up, made breakfast, smoked his morning pipe, drank his morning tea and took the bus to his job at Erebor pre-school. He lived alone in a small flat a bit outside the city which he had lived in for the past 7 years. His life was just ordinary and he was happy about it. He had gone to a normal high school, a normal university and had a normal student life where he got educated to a normal job. But there was one thing he missed; his parents.
When he was 14 he came out as gay to his parents and they did not like the idea. His father disowned him and his mother just cried. He could never forget her tears when he told her and his father's words "I have no son!"
They had thrown him out and he went to live with his sick aunt until she died 7 years ago, he was 16 at that time and had been living alone since then.
He pressed the stop button and rose from his seat, the bus stop laid very close to the school and he only needed to walk for 5 minutes before getting there. This day the sun shined and it made him smile and something inside him told him it was going to be a good day.
The usual routines when he got to work was changing, log in to the computer system and take out breakfast for the earliest children. He was the only one working the first 30 minutes on Mondays and he had just gotten everything out when the first child arrived. Soon after that a few more came and soon his colleague Bofur.
"G'morning Bilbo" he greeted and tied his crayon stained apron to his back. "Early as usual I see."
Bilbo smiled and nodded. Bofur and him had gone to university together and were best friends. But when Bilbo saw all the children running around inside he got a bit sad. "Have you heard anything about Fili and Kili?" He asked but Bofur shook his head. "No, nothing more than the information I got a few weeks ago. I do know that they are alright, but I don't know when they're coming back."
Bilbo was worried, he had read about the accident in the newspapers but Bofur had spoken to the twins' uncle on the phone so he guessed that he knew more about it. Bilbo just hoped that they would come back soon, they were his favourite kids. He wasn't allowed to have favourites but they were; always so happy and cheerful, he wondered if they had changed now that their mother was dead. He went outside together with the kids as soon as they had their breakfast to play outside in the morning sun.
About 20 minutes later he saw in the corner of his eyes a black car drive in on the parking lot but he didn't pay much attention to it before he heard two voices he recognised.
"Bilbo!" they screamed and came running towards him, and he began smiling from ear to ear when he saw them. Words could not begin to describe how happy he was and he bent down to embrace them hard. It felt like it was his own children coming back after a long break. Behind them walked a tall man in a well-tailored suit. The man had long, brown, wavy hair and a short beard. Bilbos heart raced when he saw the man, he was very handsome.
"This is our uncle, Thorin. And he wishes to speak to you." Kili said and pulled the man closer. Bilbo had to think hard in order not to stutter and keep calm; he was a teacher after all.
As they walked inside the house Bilbos heart would not settle but pounded hard and fast; for Thorin was someone that Bilbo would easily fall for. Bilbo cursed himself as they got into the teachers room and he started rambling about coffee, counsellors and what not, he did not remember. He did however remember Thorin giving him his phone number and Bilbo wrote his down. He told himself it was for Fili and Kilis sake but deep inside he knew it was for himself, knowing that this handsome man had his phone number made him happy.
When Thorin left Bilbo had to sit down and take a few deep breaths. His heart was right, this was going to be a good day.