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“Ummmm…” Frodo groaned.

“Does that feel good?”

“You cannot imagine.” Frodo’s eyes were closed, his head thrust back against Aragorn’s chest like a purring cat. Aragorn sat behind him, leaned against the headboard. He had pulled Frodo’s nightshirt up to the hobbit’s hips. Aragorn nudged his hands into Frodo’s aching hips, massaging with firm but sure strokes.

Frodo was huge. It did not seem possible that the skin on his belly could stretch more, though there were two more months left. Aragorn’s stomach clenched to imagine how the poor hobbit could breathe, much less move. He looked like a sluggish snake that had just swallowed his meal.

*But how will he bear it?*

Aragorn blocked the dark thought, determined not to disturb Frodo’s peace.

“Thank you, Aragorn. He was kicking something fierce.”

Aragorn took a break from massaging long enough to rest his hands over the bulbous shape that had once been Frodo’s abdomen. Sure enough, he felt sharp little thrusts against Frodo’s skin. That there was a living being inside that carried both traits of himself and Frodo seemed beyond the realm of possibility, nothing short of miraculous.

“How do you know it is a he?”

“I just know.”

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Oh, yes, it would be absolutely precious. They would make beeyutiful half-halfling babies together. :-)