A Surprise, part 1
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Title: A Surprise
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Frodo/Halbarad
Summary: Frodo and Halbarad living randomly together in Bree. TOTALLY AU. Obviously. And then something VERY unexpected happens. Based on the TLC show “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant.” :D
Warnings: MPREG (male pregnancy), extreme AU-ness as is expected from me, general kink
AUTHOR NOTES: If by chance you miss my Bree AUs and you’re interested in JUST the F/H romance and Frodo interacting with his cousins but without the mpreg, you can click on chapters in which there is no mpreg warning. The story will still make sense, believe it or not!
Frodo's stomach pains had started in the wee hours of the night when he was still half-asleep, a gentle but unpleasant cramps. He had thought that changing position, or snuggling deeper into Halbarad’s embrace and falling back asleep would make the pain go away on its own. Instead it only grew worse. The pain followed him into odd, uncomfortable half-dreams in which he wandered lost in an unfamiliar village. He was sick to his stomach and yet he stumbled along, looking for a place to rest, just for a little while. His back throbbed, and even in the dream he wept from the pain.
He woke to the very real throbbing in his back and more insistent cramps in his belly.
“Confound the timing,” he groaned. Halbarad and Strider had just arrived back in Bree, and the three of them had eaten at the inn closer to the south edge of town. Frodo had wanted to go to the Prancing Pony because they at least employed hobbit cooks, but Halbarad was eager to come home, to the cottage that he and Frodo shared on the south end of Bree. Frodo must have come down with some sort of food poisoning, and that would never happen if there was a hobbit cook. Big Folk simply didn’t have the knack for handling food properly.
Oh, yes, it was a bad day for food poisoning. The sunlight outside the window was bright, and birds chattered with irritating cheer. Frodo guessed it to be quite late in the morning. Halbarad was no longer in bed with him. If Frodo hadn’t felt so rotten, he would indulge thoughts of Halbarad’s hands all over him the night before. After they had parted ways with Strider and come home, Halbarad had made haste to unload his pack and weapons before throwing Frodo on the bed, yanking his own and Frodo’s breeches down just enough to allow him to thrust into Frodo with urgent, rough need. Halbarad was rough, he took no prisoners in war or love, and Frodo was left bruised and throbbing. Afterwards, Halbarad had kissed Frodo all over with tender need before making love to him again in much slower and gentler manner. Frodo had thought they would spend all of this day in bed in much the same way.
And then this confounded stomach ailment.
The weather was deliciously warm, the first real spring day in weeks. Halbarad had been gone for weeks and weeks, and he had just now returned. Strider had given him a generous one-month leave from duty because he and Frodo had hardly seen each other in a year, aside from brief, stolen nights here and there.
Frodo caught the scent of pipe-weed. With a fond smile, he pictured his man sitting out on the front stoop, smoking a pipe and wondering when his lazy hobbit love would get out of bed.
Frodo wanted nothing more than to join Halbarad for a smoke, but a whole delicious month was spread out before them. He fully planned for them to take long walks in the nearby woods, enjoy meals at the Pony, play games of cards with his cousins Merry and Pippin, and spend days in bed together.
But for now this unpleasantness. His stomach rolled alarmingly, and the unpleasantness had seeped down his limbs, as if he was coming down with the flu. He groaned and rolled over, pressing his face into his down pillow.
Just as well, perhaps, he thought, biting his lip as another cramp took him. He had been eating carelessly, perhaps out of loneliness, and had noticed some extra padding in his belly area.
His brow broke into sweat as a particularly vicious cramp grew and twisted inside him.
He tried to go back to sleep, despite desperately wanting to roll out of bed and join Halbarad. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the spring breeze on his brow. He had just started to drift into sleep when a new and vicious cramp gripped his stomach. He could do nothing but groan and roll in agony, twisting inside the sheets.
The cramps lowly subsided. He lay perfectly still, struggling to calm his thoughts. Sleep, sleep. He needed to sleep. When he woke up, he would feel better and then he and Halbarad could have the rest of the day. He closed his eyes, breathing hard, not daring to move, in case the cramps would come back.
“Frodo?”
Frodo cracked his eyes open. “Huh.”
“Is this how late you sleep when I am not here?” Halbarad teased.
Frodo groaned. “I’m afraid I’m ill.”
Halbarad’s smile faded, and he touched Frodo’s clammy brow. “Shall I fetch Strider? He’s at the Pony until tomorrow morning.”
“No, please don’t. I simply need to rest for a bit. It was probably the chicken from last night. I‘m sure I‘ll be well by lunch.”
Halbarad laughed grimly. “Lunch has passed, my dear hobbit.”
“That late?” Frodo said, managing a smile. “Supper then.”
“Would you like some company?” Halbarad asked.
“Oh, yes,” Frodo said, clasping Halbarad’s large, dry hand. The strength therein made him feel a bit better. Just for a moment.
“I’m sorry you’re ill,” Halbarad said. He climbed into bed beside Frodo and slid his arm around Frodo, rubbing his back. “I trust it wasn’t our love last night that brought this on?” He kissed Frodo’s brow. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
Frodo started to laugh, but a fresh stab of pain took him. This pain was far worse than the last, and he turned out of Halbarad’s embrace, curling over and biting down on a twisted piece of sheet to keep from crying out. He felt Halbarad’s strong hands on his shoulders, steadying him. The pain slowly left him again, but he felt limp and out of breath. Sweat pooled on his brow.
Something damp and sticky seeped between his legs, and he looked down in horror. Halbarad saw at the same time, how the blood spread on the pale yellow sheet.
Halbarad jumped out of the bed, all humor gone from him. “Enough. I’m fetching Strider.” He looked pale and shaken, and his terror of losing the one he loved best was evident in his eyes, but his movements were efficient and determined, a Ranger in calm control of every moment.
For the first time since his stomach pains had started, Frodo wondered if he might die. People had died from bad food poisoning before, especially hobbits with their smaller body size. Aside from the possibility of food poisoning, he had heard of people with terrible wasting diseases that caused great agony, especially toward the end, and he had heard of a disease that caused fast and terrible suffering in the stomach region that led to fever and death. He wanted to be brave, but he did not want to die, not when he had only met the love of his life a little over a year earlier at Yule time, when Halbarad had pulled a sword on him and had nearly had him and Pippin thrown in prison for a hobbity prank that was fully Pippin’s fault.
TBC
Go on to next part
lilybaggins because she is awesome beyond awesome and I want to prove that I can post something more than a drabble! Title: A Surprise
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Frodo/Halbarad
Summary: Frodo and Halbarad living randomly together in Bree. TOTALLY AU. Obviously. And then something VERY unexpected happens. Based on the TLC show “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant.” :D
Warnings: MPREG (male pregnancy), extreme AU-ness as is expected from me, general kink
AUTHOR NOTES: If by chance you miss my Bree AUs and you’re interested in JUST the F/H romance and Frodo interacting with his cousins but without the mpreg, you can click on chapters in which there is no mpreg warning. The story will still make sense, believe it or not!
Frodo's stomach pains had started in the wee hours of the night when he was still half-asleep, a gentle but unpleasant cramps. He had thought that changing position, or snuggling deeper into Halbarad’s embrace and falling back asleep would make the pain go away on its own. Instead it only grew worse. The pain followed him into odd, uncomfortable half-dreams in which he wandered lost in an unfamiliar village. He was sick to his stomach and yet he stumbled along, looking for a place to rest, just for a little while. His back throbbed, and even in the dream he wept from the pain.
He woke to the very real throbbing in his back and more insistent cramps in his belly.
“Confound the timing,” he groaned. Halbarad and Strider had just arrived back in Bree, and the three of them had eaten at the inn closer to the south edge of town. Frodo had wanted to go to the Prancing Pony because they at least employed hobbit cooks, but Halbarad was eager to come home, to the cottage that he and Frodo shared on the south end of Bree. Frodo must have come down with some sort of food poisoning, and that would never happen if there was a hobbit cook. Big Folk simply didn’t have the knack for handling food properly.
Oh, yes, it was a bad day for food poisoning. The sunlight outside the window was bright, and birds chattered with irritating cheer. Frodo guessed it to be quite late in the morning. Halbarad was no longer in bed with him. If Frodo hadn’t felt so rotten, he would indulge thoughts of Halbarad’s hands all over him the night before. After they had parted ways with Strider and come home, Halbarad had made haste to unload his pack and weapons before throwing Frodo on the bed, yanking his own and Frodo’s breeches down just enough to allow him to thrust into Frodo with urgent, rough need. Halbarad was rough, he took no prisoners in war or love, and Frodo was left bruised and throbbing. Afterwards, Halbarad had kissed Frodo all over with tender need before making love to him again in much slower and gentler manner. Frodo had thought they would spend all of this day in bed in much the same way.
And then this confounded stomach ailment.
The weather was deliciously warm, the first real spring day in weeks. Halbarad had been gone for weeks and weeks, and he had just now returned. Strider had given him a generous one-month leave from duty because he and Frodo had hardly seen each other in a year, aside from brief, stolen nights here and there.
Frodo caught the scent of pipe-weed. With a fond smile, he pictured his man sitting out on the front stoop, smoking a pipe and wondering when his lazy hobbit love would get out of bed.
Frodo wanted nothing more than to join Halbarad for a smoke, but a whole delicious month was spread out before them. He fully planned for them to take long walks in the nearby woods, enjoy meals at the Pony, play games of cards with his cousins Merry and Pippin, and spend days in bed together.
But for now this unpleasantness. His stomach rolled alarmingly, and the unpleasantness had seeped down his limbs, as if he was coming down with the flu. He groaned and rolled over, pressing his face into his down pillow.
Just as well, perhaps, he thought, biting his lip as another cramp took him. He had been eating carelessly, perhaps out of loneliness, and had noticed some extra padding in his belly area.
His brow broke into sweat as a particularly vicious cramp grew and twisted inside him.
He tried to go back to sleep, despite desperately wanting to roll out of bed and join Halbarad. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the spring breeze on his brow. He had just started to drift into sleep when a new and vicious cramp gripped his stomach. He could do nothing but groan and roll in agony, twisting inside the sheets.
The cramps lowly subsided. He lay perfectly still, struggling to calm his thoughts. Sleep, sleep. He needed to sleep. When he woke up, he would feel better and then he and Halbarad could have the rest of the day. He closed his eyes, breathing hard, not daring to move, in case the cramps would come back.
“Frodo?”
Frodo cracked his eyes open. “Huh.”
“Is this how late you sleep when I am not here?” Halbarad teased.
Frodo groaned. “I’m afraid I’m ill.”
Halbarad’s smile faded, and he touched Frodo’s clammy brow. “Shall I fetch Strider? He’s at the Pony until tomorrow morning.”
“No, please don’t. I simply need to rest for a bit. It was probably the chicken from last night. I‘m sure I‘ll be well by lunch.”
Halbarad laughed grimly. “Lunch has passed, my dear hobbit.”
“That late?” Frodo said, managing a smile. “Supper then.”
“Would you like some company?” Halbarad asked.
“Oh, yes,” Frodo said, clasping Halbarad’s large, dry hand. The strength therein made him feel a bit better. Just for a moment.
“I’m sorry you’re ill,” Halbarad said. He climbed into bed beside Frodo and slid his arm around Frodo, rubbing his back. “I trust it wasn’t our love last night that brought this on?” He kissed Frodo’s brow. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
Frodo started to laugh, but a fresh stab of pain took him. This pain was far worse than the last, and he turned out of Halbarad’s embrace, curling over and biting down on a twisted piece of sheet to keep from crying out. He felt Halbarad’s strong hands on his shoulders, steadying him. The pain slowly left him again, but he felt limp and out of breath. Sweat pooled on his brow.
Something damp and sticky seeped between his legs, and he looked down in horror. Halbarad saw at the same time, how the blood spread on the pale yellow sheet.
Halbarad jumped out of the bed, all humor gone from him. “Enough. I’m fetching Strider.” He looked pale and shaken, and his terror of losing the one he loved best was evident in his eyes, but his movements were efficient and determined, a Ranger in calm control of every moment.
For the first time since his stomach pains had started, Frodo wondered if he might die. People had died from bad food poisoning before, especially hobbits with their smaller body size. Aside from the possibility of food poisoning, he had heard of people with terrible wasting diseases that caused great agony, especially toward the end, and he had heard of a disease that caused fast and terrible suffering in the stomach region that led to fever and death. He wanted to be brave, but he did not want to die, not when he had only met the love of his life a little over a year earlier at Yule time, when Halbarad had pulled a sword on him and had nearly had him and Pippin thrown in prison for a hobbity prank that was fully Pippin’s fault.
TBC
Go on to next part