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"Are you certain?" Bilbo asks as one of his hands instinctively slide across his stomach.
"Yes, laddie" Oin nods. "I'm a bloody healer, for Mahal’s sake. I think I know the start of a pregnancy when I see it." He tilts his head slightly up as if to look smug about his declaration.
Bilbo swallows loudly.
"I'm pregnant." He breathes, thinking if he says enough times he'll probably believe it. He looks down at his stomach, his hand still resting upon it, then at Oin once more.
"I'm pregnant." He breathes out the statement once more, letting the letters roll out of his tongue.
"You are." Oin hums and nods his head, an amused smile plastered on his face as he patiently waits for the hobbit to come to terms with his pregnancy.
A breath of air comes out of Bilbo's mouth as his lips turn into a smile.
And then he faints.
Oin simply looks at the unconscious hobbit on his medical cot before leaving the room to call for one of the guards.
"Tell the king his consort's in the medical wing." Oin orders to one of the guards standing outside his clinic. The guard nods his head and makes a run for it. Oin watches the guard and makes to close his clinic door but pops his head back out again and yells at the guard he just sent away.
"Oh, and tell him it's an emergency!"
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Thorin never likes it when he Bilbo is in Oin's clinic. He dislikes it even more if he wasn't the one who took Bilbo to Oin.
So, despite being in the middle of an important meeting, Thorin does not think twice before swiftly dismissing himself from the meeting and asking Balin to continue in his stead. He rushes pass the great halls and waves dismissively at those who greeted him as he passed, cursing the madmen who made their halls this long.
He reaches the medical wing in record time and barges through Oin's clinic, damn knocking or his manners in general, demanding a full recount of what happened to his husband.
"He's fine, laddie." Oin looks and sounds calm as he greets Thorin, too calm for the king's liking.
"He just fainted."
"Fainted? Why? What happened?" Thorin all but demands as he automatically sticks himself to his still unconscious husband's side.
"He fainted because of what I told him." Oin is holding out on him, he could tell and Thorin is simply not liking it.
"What did you tell him, Oin?" Thorin all but growls as he takes a hold of one of BIlbo's hands.
"Do you know that Bilbo has been sick for quite a few days now? Three days, to be exact." Oin inquires as he maneuvers through his apothecary table to the cot were Bilbo was laying.
"Yes." Thorin furrows his eyebrows. "But he said it was nothing. He said he might've just eaten something bad." Thorin looks down at his beloved, gently brushing away the stray curls from Bilbo's forehead.
"Well, it is most definitely not the result of eating something bad." Oin harrumphs incredulously. Honestly, is he the only one bright enough to notice the telltale signs of a pregnancy in this kingdom?
"Thorin." Oin waits for Thorin to look at him before continuing on what he plans on telling the king. "Bilbo was experiencing what we call, morning sickness."
Oin didn't think Thorin's eyebrows wouldn't be able to be any nearer to each
other as it was a few seconds ago. Apparently, he's wrong.
"Thorin, you're going to be a father."
Thorin's eyes widen as his eyebrows shoot past his hairline.
Father
"You mean..." Thorin pathetically points at his husband while still sporting saucer eyes and missing eyebrows.
"Yes, Bilbo is pregnant." Oin smiles at the king. "Apparently, our hobbit has some fairy blood in him and it enables him to bear a child."
Thorin is still gaping at Oin.
"Congratulations, laddie."
Thunk!
Oin looks down at an unconscious Thorin beside Bilbo's cot.
"Well, I think that's enough fainting patients for one day." Oin muses to himself as he returns to his apothecary table and the concoctions he was pre-occupied with before Thorin barged into his clinic.
~*~
"Thorin I'm fine, honestly." Bilbo sighs exasperatedly as he watches his husband bolt from one end of their quarters to the other, carrying various things in his arms.
"You heard what Oin said, azyungel." Thorin says as he wraps the fourth quilt he could find around Bilbo. "The first trimester is the most crucial part of the pregnancy."
Bilbo couldn't help but smile at how adorable his husband is when Thorin's the one fretting and not him. The dwarf has all but dismissed all his meetings for the day and had at least five guards stationed in front of their door. He insisted on looking after his pregnant husband, much to Bilbo's chagrin.
"Do you need more blankets? What about pillows? Is the bed soft enough? How about tea, you want tea?" Thorin rambles continuously as he moves around the quarters.
"Thorin!" Thorin stops abruptly and looks at his husband. "Come here." Bilbo all but says and Thorin's beside him in a second.
"Stop moving around the room because it's making me quite dizzy and I'm quite certain I'm all tucked in. I can barely move! Just," Bilbo untucks his arms from the tight wrappings Thorin has placed him in and pulls his husband by his side braids.
"Stay here beside me and let's rest and maybe think of a name for the baby. Oh, and how to gently break it to Frodo that he'll be a big brother in a few months."
Thorin burrows his head against Bilbo's neck, inhaling the scent that is entirely his husband. Bilbo's right, as always. They need to relax and figure out a way to tell Frodo.
"I completely forgot about the lad." Thorin murmurs against BIlbo's skin. He feels BIlbo chuckle against him and he couldn't help but smile at the vibrations of BIlbo's skin.
"Well, you best make it up to him and figure out a way to break the news."
Thorin nods his head and hums in agreement.
~*~
"Is it true?"
Thorin and Bilbo startles awake as the door to their bedroom opens with a bang. THorin growls and sits up, cradling his still quilt-wrapped husband beside him. A flury of curly hair come rushing towards the bed and Thorin all but panics and bars his faunt from crushing his Uncle Bilbo and the baby.
"Is it true?" The question raises itself again, courtesy of an excited Frodo. "Are you having a baby?" His large blue eyes all but stare at Bilbo in question.
Bilbo smiles and nods his head. Something inside him pray to the Valar that Frodo takes the news nicely. He's heard enough stories from relatives and friends that how an older sibling would react to the coming of a new addition to the family is how the sibling relationship would go for the rest of their lives. So BIlbo has his fingers crossed that Frodo is alright with a new baby.
"Are you alright with it?" Thorin tentatively asks, eyeing Frodo worriedly while he waits for the faunt's answer. Apparently, it's not only BIlbo who's worried on how Frodo would react.
"Are you kidding?" Frodo asks as his face morphs into the larges smiles his uncles have ever seen. "This is the best thing ever! I'm going to be a big brother!" Frodo all but s jumps both his uncles and hugs them as tight as he could.
"I'll be the best big brother ever, I promise." The faunt whispers and Bilbo all but stops himself from crying at the declaration.
"So," Frodo pulls away from his uncles and looks down at his Uncle Bilbo's stomach. "Thought of a name yet?"