Summary: Eowyn and Aragorn enjoy their family. Rated T by Savannah (Eowyn and Aragorn)

Fourth Age, Year 1

"Shhh," Eowyn said from her place behind the door. Eldarion nodded, holding the wooden sword tight in his small fist. Eowyn listened to the footsteps coming up the hall and crouched down, slowing her breathing into an audible whisper. The door clicked open and Eowyn jumped from her hiding place, her arm slid behind the man's back and pinned his arms, her other hand clamped down on his mouth.

Eldarion ran in front of his father, sword in hand. "Foul creature!" he screamed. "I will send you back to the pit you came from!"

Aragorn smiled against the hand on his mouth. He grabbed Eowyn around the waist, pulling her off her feet and swinging her around. Eowyn gasped as she fell onto her back on the soft carpet. Aragorn laughed, lunging at Eldarion as he tripped over his mother's body. He grabbed the boy in his arms, picked him up and then fell back onto the big bed in one movement. Aragorn lay on his back, throwing the boy up into the air. Eowyn came and sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling as she watched Eldarion's curls fly.

"Look at me, Momma! I'm an eagle!" Eldarion giggled as he flew up in the air.

Eowyn lay down beside Aragorn, propped up on her elbows, playing with a strand of his dark hair. "I love you," she said under her breath.

Aragorn turned his head, looking into her eyes. Eldarion was slowly lowered, he glared at his parents as he was set down on the bed and ignored. Aragorn's fingers brushed Eowyn's cheek, gliding just over her skin. She grabbed his hand and pulled it down, pressing it onto her face. Her leg glided up to brush his, every inch of her wanting to touch him. She moved her head, tucking it into the spot under his chin, in her spot.

Eldarion crawled over Aragorn's back and lay down in the small crevice between his parents' bodies. Eowyn smiled down at him, brushing the blond curls away from his forehead. Aragorn pulled the two bodies close to him, holding them in his arms. 'This is mine,' he thought to himself. He felt perfect, at home, at peace, in love and being and loved. Aragorn closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of family.

"Daddy," Eldarion said, climbing to sit on his father's broad chest. "Momma has a secret."

Aragorn chuckled, brushing his hands through Eldarion's soft hair. "What's that?" He turned to Eowyn, questions in his eyes, but she only shrugged.

"What secret?" she asked Eldarion.

"Momma has a baby in her tummy," he said.

Eowyn flew up. "How did you know that?"

Eldarion smirked knowingly. "I know," he said.

"Who told you?" Eowyn asked, her eyes blazing.

Eldarion slid off of Aragorn, cowering beside him, pulling Aragorn's arm around him, trying to hide. Aragorn sat up; Eldarion tried to scramble away but Aragorn pulled him back. "Is that true?" he asked, looking intently at Eowyn. The fire faded from Eowyn's eyes and she smiled. Aragorn sat silent for a heartbeat then his hands rose to her face, pulling her close to him and kissed her passionately.

Eldarion stared up at his parents as their bodies moved closer he was pressed between them. "Momma," Eldarion said. "Momma, I can't breathe."

Aragorn let Eowyn's lips slip from his, their bodies drifting apart but their foreheads still resting on each other's. Eowyn smiled as Eldarion climbed from the cage of their arms and trotted away, picking up his wooden sword on the way. She felt Aragorn's hand on the small of her back, pulling her mouth back to his. Their lips brushed as Aragorn lay back on the mattress, pulling Eowyn down with him.