Summary: We meet Bazani's father and Bilbo and Thorin share their news.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction
Family
Balgrim Ironquarry re-read the letter sent by his daughter. He knew this marriage was a bad idea, but did Bazani ever listen to him? Of course not. As stubborn as her mother that one. And now, Balgrim had no choice. He had to help his daughter. She was family. And nothing was more important to dwarves than their family. He grabbed his parchment and pen, already knowing what he was going to say to his daughter.
Dear Bazani,
I warned you about this dwarf. Everyone saw how he looked at that hobbit. Yet, you are my daughter. And I love you. Your brother and I will arrive in Erebor in six weeks to help you woo your husband and get rid of that annoying little halfling. Prepare yourself Bazani. Your brother and I will not be nice or gentle. The hobbit has to die, that is the only way. I shall see you in six weeks.
Love your father,
Balgrim
Bilbo paced his rooms, wondering how he could tell Thorin his news. As he thought it through (maybe write it in icing on a cake? No, Thorin and the rest of the Company would eat the cake before they read the message), Thorin entered the room.
"Bilbo, beloved, I have some news for you."
"Excellent. I have news for you too. Good news, that I think you'll like."
"Let me go first. I have been at a Council meeting. They have told me that I must impregnate Bazani before Durin's Day or I will lose the throne."
Bilbo was silent. He stepped away from his husband, hand resting on his stomach.
"Thorin, Durin's Day is within two months."
"I know beloved."
"So you have to have sex with Bazani within these two months and et her pregnant."
"Yes. Unfortunately, I must have sex until her pregnancy is confirmed."
"So, you will be having sex with Bazani for the next two months."
Thorin rushed to Bilbo, wrapping his arms around the smaller body. He ran a hand through Bilbo's hair, knowing it comforted his husband.
"My Hobbit, I am sorry. This needs to be done. If I have no heir, I have no throne."
"I know Thorin. That doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Look, I know this hard to take, but it must be done. For Erebor. Can you tell me your news?"
"Oh, yes. Maybe you should sit down for this."
Thorin sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his husband. He took Bilbo's hand, trying to offer some comfort to the worried looking Bilbo.
"Thorin, I'm pregnant. About six weeks along, according to Oin."
Bilbo looked up at husband, frowning when he saw how pale Thorin was. He cried out when his husband fell back on the bed, unconscious. Well, at least Thorin's head didn't crack the floor stones again.
A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, Bazani's father arrives, Bilbo battles his morning sickness and Thorin makes an announcement to the Council