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Door closed quietly behind Thorin. It was very late, he promised Bilbo to be home by supper, but work in forge run late, and he could do nothing about it. Just because you, technically, didn’t have to work, didn’t meant that the job could’ve been done sloppily. Financial support from Erebor came regularly and they should want nothing more, but one used to work a lot, or fight, or travel, was able to sit at home only for so long. His love understood it perfectly, and dwarf was sure that some left-over food will be waiting for him. Hopefully, however, Bilbo went to sleep, he shouldn’t have exhausted himself too much now. Nevertheless, very often, hobbit decided to wait up for his husband to come home, and accompany him while eating. Thorin really should stop taking up as many commissions. He was useless at saying no, especially when one came with broken pot or wanted new hinges, or their lock broke. Tonight he was really late, sun set many hours ago, but this job was really important – Proutfoots couldn’t just spent the night with doors wide open, Thorin had to fix it and Bilbo would understood.
In the living-room fire was dying down, the room was still warm, but the glow from the fireplace gave little to no light at all. Quickly he lighted up a candle sitting on a table close to entrance. Indeed supper was waiting for him, or at least empty plate was. Knowing Bilbo there was something in the, slowly cooling down, oven and ale in the pantry. Moving to the kitchen he almost didn’t notice sleeping figure in the armchair in front of the remains of the fire. The book was lying on the ground next to the feet. Bilbo, after all, didn’t go to bed, but waited up till his husband comes home from work. Thorin picked up the book, one of the many in common tongue that was shipped from the Mountain, when dwarf king decided to leave his kingdom behind, if only for a while, and heal, in body and mind, in peace of his One’s home. That happened only a year and a half ago, and Fili did well as a Prince Regent, so Thorin saw no reason to come back just yet. Putting the book on a small table next to the armchair, he looked at peacefully sleeping hobbit, wondering how on earth he got so lucky.
Forgoing meal, temporarily, dwarf moved through the house lighting up lamps that would guide him to their bedroom. Making sure that the bed is ready to welcome his hobbit, he went back to the sitting-room and carefully lifted sleeping man. Bilbo whimpered lightly and snuggle closer to the source of dwarf's heat. Thorin smiled, cradled his husband in his arms and made for bedroom. Careful not to wake Bilbo, dwarf laid him of the soft sheets and covered with heavy quilt. Later he proceed with stroking fire in the room, so his husband would be warm.
He made quick work with his supper, debating whether to do the dishes now, or hope to wake up before Bilbo and do them in the morning. Giving the hour, there was no way he would wake up first, especially since Bilbo’s bladder demanded attention, at least, every 3-4 hours, he opted for cleaning everything quickly and then going to snuggle up behind his love.
By the time Thorin made it to bed, Bilbo woke up to relive himself.
“I didn’t hear you coming home, was it long time ago?” he asked yawning.
“A couple of hours. You fell asleep in front of the fire, so I moved you here.” Thorin answered lowering his head to kiss hobbit’s head and muttered, “my love.”
“I would gladly stay here with you on the doorstep, but if I don’t pee in this very instant we might find ourselves in a bit of a pickle.” Thorin chuckled and released Bilbo, so he could go. The latter grumbled closing the door to the bathroom:
“I’m glad that good humour is not abandoning you!” that mad Thorin laugh even more, booming sound resonated through the hole. “Laugh all you like, but remember you still might go to sleep without supper tomorrow!” Walking slowly back, hobbit grimace, “my back is killing me today, would you mind giving me a bit of massage?” Thorin frown with concern.
“Are you sure I don’t need to fetch help?”
“No, darling. I’m quite sure, there’s no need for help. Swollen ankles, bloating, sweating, often need to pee and backache – those are quite common symptoms in a sixth month of a pregnancy. No need to worry. Let’s go to bed, you need to be up early!” He grabbed dwarf’s hand and tugged him towards the bed. Thorin followed, still a bit worried.
“I’m not going tomorrow. I spent there enough time as it is, and we both know I don’t need to be there every single day. I will stay and have some time with you, my love.” Bilbo turned around and gave him the most beautiful smile in a whole world.
“Thank you, darling. Now come and give me that massage!” Thorin happily obliged. Later when smaller man was fast asleep, dwarf curled closer around him, counted all his blessings, and sent prayers to Mahal and Yavanna, so they would always keep both, Bilbo and their unborn child, safe and sound!