Prompt: Imagine telling Thorin that your child will be a girl and he kneels in front of you and starts whispering to his unborn child, calling her his little Princess
Author's note: Part 2 of "Not careful Enough"
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You turned over in your sleep, and cracked your eyes open, when you felt the kick. You groan slightly, and turn over in a bid to earn a few more precious moments of sleep. Which didn't arrive. The active little one that continued to kick inside of you decided that it had had enough of sleep.
The rough kicks and extra weight made doing anything a real challenge, and now you could barely walk with the strain you were being put under. Added together with the lack of sleep you were getting, you were feeling less than great.
But the way that Thorin would pamper you, and have your every need seen to, made it all worthwhile. Even with the threat of a great war looming over the entire of Erebor, Thorin was making sure that you were alright. And that included letting you sleep in until at least midday.
As you sat yourself up in the comfortable bed (Which was covered in the finest quilts and blankets that you'd ever seen) you groaned once more as another round of kicks swept through you. Leaning against the intricate headboard, you run your hand over the very noticeable bump and left your right hand lying across; your left rise to your mouth as you yawned.
The door opens and then closed; glancing over to the door, you see Thorin walking towards you, his kingly robes suiting him well.
"Still in bed at this our, lass?" He asks playfully, a smirk lies itself across his features.
"The little one refused to let me sleep during the night. I was simply catching up on rest." You explain as he reaches the bed, takes your hand and rests on the floor cradling your hand. You can't help but smile as he gently presses his lips to your knuckles.
"She's going to be a warrior, this one is." Thorin snaps his head up to you, when he notices that you specified a gender for your child.
"Love, what do you mean? She's going to be a warrior?" He asks, and your smile flows onto his features as you explain.
"It's going to be a girl. Our child," you reply, tightening your grip on his hand slightly.
"How do you know this?" Thorin asks, whispering and you lean forward slightly, so that your faces are much closer. Your little girl kicks again and you answer him.
"Because I know." You say, removing the contact between your hands to run your fingers through his grey streaked mane of hair. The feel of it always calmed you - not that you weren't calm, relaxed and undisturbed now, being here with him. Thorin lets out a low laugh and reaches out to run your stomach; within seconds of him creating the contact, the little girl inside you began kicking once more. You groaned in frustration before slapping his hand lightly.
"Stop that!" You cry at him, laughing. "You'll end up bruising my insides!" Thorin retracts his hand before leaning closer to your unborn child. You chuckle as soon as soon as you realise what he's about to do.
"Hey there, little princess." He whispers, and you can't help but smile wider at the sight.
"You've got the best Amad in the world, you realise? She's the kindest, person you'll ever meet, and we both love you so much."
He kept talking to her for a bit, rubbing your swollen abdomen for a while; as you listened to him, you smiled, laughed and scolded him whenever you needed to. His words were amazing to hear, but they were hiding something; you were sure of it. There was a hidden sadness and reluctance beneath Thorin's words, and you were sure that he had been thinking about something that troubled him grately.
When he finished talking to your unborn daughter, he took our hand and sat on the edge of the bed. He stared down at your entwined hands, while you glanced at his face, concerned.
"Thorin, is everything okay?" You asked, whispering lightly. Thorin moved his eyes from your hands to your face; when you saw the inner torment that had spread to his facial features, you gave him a reassuring smile.
"[Your name] some of the guards have told me, that there's an army on its way here," He replied, and the smile was instantly fading from your face. "And we believe that they're coming for the mountain."
You were silent for a moment, thinking of something to say - but Thorin continued. He said the words that you were dreading to hear, but he spoke them anyway. "I must fight, [your name] for the safety of everyone here. And for her too."
You squeezed his hand a little tighter, and sighed lightly. You didn't want to let him; you wanted to make sure that he was safe - you knew how violent he could get in battles.
"I know you have to go, Thorin." You replied, sitting up beside him. You rested your head on his shoulder, and Thorin put his arm around your shoulders. "I know that they're going to try their hardest to take this away from you. But they won't do it, not if you're here."
You both sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying one another's company; Thorin kept his arms around you, as you both moved to lie down. You curled into him, and looked up, to find him looking down at you.
"Thorin, just promise me one thing." You whispered, and he nodded, indicating for you to continue. "Just try to be careful. For her. We can't lose you."
You moved your gaze away from his face, and rested your head on his chest; Thorin kissed your messy hair and sighed.
"Of course I will."