A Surprise, part 5
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claudia603Title: A Surprise part 5
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, graphic mpreg stuff
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lilybaggins!!! Sorry it's taken me so long to get out this part! I really hope you enjoy! <3
Previous Parts:
Part 1-mpreg
Part 2
Part 3-mpreg
Part 4
Present time
The pain.
Frodo did not think that the wretched, cramping, relentless pain could possibly worsen, but each contraction proved him wrong and the relief between contractions grew much shorter. Surely he would perish before this was all over. Surely there had to be a threshold of pain that just could not be crossed in a living body. Of course it seemed rather unfair that he would perish in such an indelicate situation, his legs spread apart, moaning like a dying animal in front of his lover and his friend.
Halbarad still sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, his legs spread apart to allow Frodo to rest against his chest.
"One thing is for sure," Frodo said to himself. "There will be no more mystery between us after this."
Halbarad had indeed seen him at his very worst. He had vomited several times, was sweating like a hog, and there was a bloody discharge leaking from him where no blood should ever be for a lad.
Just when he thought it could not get any worse, wet heat gushed from between his legs, soaking the sheets.
Oh, bother, bother, bother. I’ve had an accident on top of it all
He buried his face into the pillow. He should be mortified, was mortified, but he was too weak from pain to move. “I’m sorry,” he managed. He could never look into Strider’s eyes again, and Halbarad would never let him see the end of this. Never.
He felt Strider’s hands on his inner thighs, pulling his legs slightly apart. “Ah, your water has broken.”
“My what?” It was enough that Frodo had wet himself, but now Strider had invented an undignified name for it.
“Your water. It’s what happens when the babe is truly coming. It's nothing to be ashamed of.”
Frodo looked down between his legs. The sheets were soaked but there was some blood mixed in and just seeing that made him feel woozy and dizzy. This was actually happening. There was a baby inside him, a baby pushing to come out, a baby that might have his hobbit feet and Halbarad's keen gray eyes and be bigger - oh bother it, the baby was surely going to be big but perhaps not because how was it that it fit so snugly inside him and he had not realized it. All these thoughts ran through Frodo's mind, yes, but the main horror had begun to take shape, that the last few hours had just been a warm-up for what was to come.
“Do you mean to tell me that it’s only just begun?” Frodo managed to pull himself up to lean on his elbows. His arms were weak and trembling, and sweat poured down his face. He turned a withering glare at Halbarad. He had done this, he had caused this pain, this never-ending awful ongoing misery, and did he have to suffer? Not for a moment. He had enjoyed the pleasure of it, but in no way did he have to suffer like this. Well, this was going to end. This was never going to happen again. No matter how much pleasure he deprived himself of in the future, he was never going to let Halbarad touch him. Halbarad would sleep on the floor, in the dirt outside, anywhere he pleased, but not in this bed.
Halbarad, having no idea of the poisonous thoughts Frodo had for him, rubbed Frodo's back and shoulders. Frodo geared up to yell some choice words at him, but another pain took him and whatever he was going to say turned into incoherent moaning.
Strider had not lied when he had predicted this babe would take a long time. Hours and hours of wretched cramping, the pains coming closer and harder, but no sign of the babe. Strider checked Frodo again, poking and prodding.
“What?” Frodo barked, thoroughly put out. “What is happening? Why isn't this done with yet?”
“I’m sorry,” Strider said. “But the passage is still too small.”
“I don't care," Frodo said, throwing his head from side to side against the pillows. "Can you not just pull him out?”
"Hush," Halbarad whispered and wetted Frodo's brow with a wet cloth.
Strider looked at him with infuriating pity. “If I could do something to ease your pain, I would, but I can‘t. Only by your pushing will this babe come out.”
If only Strider could yank him wide enough by hand and just pull the babe right out. If only it could end soon. He could not take much more. He sagged into Halbarad's arms, despite still feeling a terrible fury at him.
“I can’t…I can’t do this.” Frodo looked up into Halbarad’s eyes, seeking strength and encouragement there. “I just can’t.” He shook his head.
“Yes, yes you can,” Halbarad said, squeezing his arms.
“You did this to me,” Frodo said as another pain started to build. He pictured a majestic ocean wave, building out of the deep and growing larger and larger, cresting with sparkling white (pain) foam and then crashing to shore with no mercy. The waves would build and crest and crash over and over again with no heed to whether Frodo could take any more of it. The babe was coming or it would kill him in the process.
Not to mention that Frodo had no idea what he was going to do with the baby when it came. He had never imagined in a million years that he would have a child to raise and certainly not in this manner. He had nothing, no cloths for diapers, no cradle, no clothing, no swaddling blankets. And he had no idea how he would feed the baby. Lasses were built for childbirth and feeding babes. He was not.
At least he had believed so until this morning.
Strider pressed his fingers around Frodo's inner thighs. Then he laughed a little. Frodo wished he had the strength to give him a big kick in the stomach so that he could feel even a tiny amount of the pain that Frodo did.
“This is interesting. Very interesting.”
“Pray tell,” Frodo said icily.
“It seems you have a birth canal.”
Frodo grimaced in a growing pain and Halbarad hurriedly wiped his brow. “I beg your pardon?” The wave was building off shore.
Birth canal. Next Strider would be telling him that he had milk in him to feed the babe.
“Have I always had it? Is it me?”
“I doubt it,” Strider said, shaking his head. “It developed just to accommodate the baby inside. Otherwise how would the babe be able to come out?”
“I can’t believe this,” Halbarad said. “I’ve wanted a son or a daughter, but I had long accepted this could never be for me, but I won’t have it if Frodo’s health is at stake.”
“There’s no way to turn back now,” Strider said. “But fear not, Halbarad. He’s in good hands.”
The pain grew unbearable and soon Frodo was barely aware of his surroundings.
Frodo’s voice grew hoarse and his grip on Halbarad weakened. Strider gave him a bit of cold water - and a treat from the Pony, ice cubes to suck on. The sun went down and it was dark. Frodo shuddered in pain, unable even to cry out any more. It seemed he had fallen into a nightmare through which he struggled to breathe while orcish knives pierced him from all angles.
“Strider, how long can this go on? He’s so weak.”
I’m not. I‘m not weak.
“He’s doing all right for now,” Strider said in a low voice, mindless that Frodo's sharp hobbit ears could catch every word he said. “And he is widening. However, if there’s not significant progress in the next two hours, more drastic measures will need to be taken.”
“Do you mean to cut the babe out?” Halbarad’s whisper was horrified.
“If the babe does not come out, it will kill him.”
"But cutting into him--"
"It may be the only way."
Halbarad gathered Frodo in his arms and kissed his head several times. “Come on, let’s fight this. Let's get this babe out,” he said, trying but miserably failing at hiding the fear in his voice.
go on to next part
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, graphic mpreg stuff
For
lilybaggins!!! Sorry it's taken me so long to get out this part! I really hope you enjoy! <3Previous Parts:
Part 1-mpreg
Part 2
Part 3-mpreg
Part 4
Present time
The pain.
Frodo did not think that the wretched, cramping, relentless pain could possibly worsen, but each contraction proved him wrong and the relief between contractions grew much shorter. Surely he would perish before this was all over. Surely there had to be a threshold of pain that just could not be crossed in a living body. Of course it seemed rather unfair that he would perish in such an indelicate situation, his legs spread apart, moaning like a dying animal in front of his lover and his friend.
Halbarad still sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, his legs spread apart to allow Frodo to rest against his chest.
"One thing is for sure," Frodo said to himself. "There will be no more mystery between us after this."
Halbarad had indeed seen him at his very worst. He had vomited several times, was sweating like a hog, and there was a bloody discharge leaking from him where no blood should ever be for a lad.
Just when he thought it could not get any worse, wet heat gushed from between his legs, soaking the sheets.
Oh, bother, bother, bother. I’ve had an accident on top of it all
He buried his face into the pillow. He should be mortified, was mortified, but he was too weak from pain to move. “I’m sorry,” he managed. He could never look into Strider’s eyes again, and Halbarad would never let him see the end of this. Never.
He felt Strider’s hands on his inner thighs, pulling his legs slightly apart. “Ah, your water has broken.”
“My what?” It was enough that Frodo had wet himself, but now Strider had invented an undignified name for it.
“Your water. It’s what happens when the babe is truly coming. It's nothing to be ashamed of.”
Frodo looked down between his legs. The sheets were soaked but there was some blood mixed in and just seeing that made him feel woozy and dizzy. This was actually happening. There was a baby inside him, a baby pushing to come out, a baby that might have his hobbit feet and Halbarad's keen gray eyes and be bigger - oh bother it, the baby was surely going to be big but perhaps not because how was it that it fit so snugly inside him and he had not realized it. All these thoughts ran through Frodo's mind, yes, but the main horror had begun to take shape, that the last few hours had just been a warm-up for what was to come.
“Do you mean to tell me that it’s only just begun?” Frodo managed to pull himself up to lean on his elbows. His arms were weak and trembling, and sweat poured down his face. He turned a withering glare at Halbarad. He had done this, he had caused this pain, this never-ending awful ongoing misery, and did he have to suffer? Not for a moment. He had enjoyed the pleasure of it, but in no way did he have to suffer like this. Well, this was going to end. This was never going to happen again. No matter how much pleasure he deprived himself of in the future, he was never going to let Halbarad touch him. Halbarad would sleep on the floor, in the dirt outside, anywhere he pleased, but not in this bed.
Halbarad, having no idea of the poisonous thoughts Frodo had for him, rubbed Frodo's back and shoulders. Frodo geared up to yell some choice words at him, but another pain took him and whatever he was going to say turned into incoherent moaning.
Strider had not lied when he had predicted this babe would take a long time. Hours and hours of wretched cramping, the pains coming closer and harder, but no sign of the babe. Strider checked Frodo again, poking and prodding.
“What?” Frodo barked, thoroughly put out. “What is happening? Why isn't this done with yet?”
“I’m sorry,” Strider said. “But the passage is still too small.”
“I don't care," Frodo said, throwing his head from side to side against the pillows. "Can you not just pull him out?”
"Hush," Halbarad whispered and wetted Frodo's brow with a wet cloth.
Strider looked at him with infuriating pity. “If I could do something to ease your pain, I would, but I can‘t. Only by your pushing will this babe come out.”
If only Strider could yank him wide enough by hand and just pull the babe right out. If only it could end soon. He could not take much more. He sagged into Halbarad's arms, despite still feeling a terrible fury at him.
“I can’t…I can’t do this.” Frodo looked up into Halbarad’s eyes, seeking strength and encouragement there. “I just can’t.” He shook his head.
“Yes, yes you can,” Halbarad said, squeezing his arms.
“You did this to me,” Frodo said as another pain started to build. He pictured a majestic ocean wave, building out of the deep and growing larger and larger, cresting with sparkling white (pain) foam and then crashing to shore with no mercy. The waves would build and crest and crash over and over again with no heed to whether Frodo could take any more of it. The babe was coming or it would kill him in the process.
Not to mention that Frodo had no idea what he was going to do with the baby when it came. He had never imagined in a million years that he would have a child to raise and certainly not in this manner. He had nothing, no cloths for diapers, no cradle, no clothing, no swaddling blankets. And he had no idea how he would feed the baby. Lasses were built for childbirth and feeding babes. He was not.
At least he had believed so until this morning.
Strider pressed his fingers around Frodo's inner thighs. Then he laughed a little. Frodo wished he had the strength to give him a big kick in the stomach so that he could feel even a tiny amount of the pain that Frodo did.
“This is interesting. Very interesting.”
“Pray tell,” Frodo said icily.
“It seems you have a birth canal.”
Frodo grimaced in a growing pain and Halbarad hurriedly wiped his brow. “I beg your pardon?” The wave was building off shore.
Birth canal. Next Strider would be telling him that he had milk in him to feed the babe.
“Have I always had it? Is it me?”
“I doubt it,” Strider said, shaking his head. “It developed just to accommodate the baby inside. Otherwise how would the babe be able to come out?”
“I can’t believe this,” Halbarad said. “I’ve wanted a son or a daughter, but I had long accepted this could never be for me, but I won’t have it if Frodo’s health is at stake.”
“There’s no way to turn back now,” Strider said. “But fear not, Halbarad. He’s in good hands.”
The pain grew unbearable and soon Frodo was barely aware of his surroundings.
Frodo’s voice grew hoarse and his grip on Halbarad weakened. Strider gave him a bit of cold water - and a treat from the Pony, ice cubes to suck on. The sun went down and it was dark. Frodo shuddered in pain, unable even to cry out any more. It seemed he had fallen into a nightmare through which he struggled to breathe while orcish knives pierced him from all angles.
“Strider, how long can this go on? He’s so weak.”
I’m not. I‘m not weak.
“He’s doing all right for now,” Strider said in a low voice, mindless that Frodo's sharp hobbit ears could catch every word he said. “And he is widening. However, if there’s not significant progress in the next two hours, more drastic measures will need to be taken.”
“Do you mean to cut the babe out?” Halbarad’s whisper was horrified.
“If the babe does not come out, it will kill him.”
"But cutting into him--"
"It may be the only way."
Halbarad gathered Frodo in his arms and kissed his head several times. “Come on, let’s fight this. Let's get this babe out,” he said, trying but miserably failing at hiding the fear in his voice.
go on to next part