Originally written in 2005 for the Toilanddrouble 'second thoughts' challenge.
A high-pitched squeal of laughter rang out. Primula Baggins and Esmeralda Brandybuck, enjoying a comfortable coze in a sunny spot in the garden, exchanged smiles.
“That child does love your son,” commented Esme.
“Frodo is wonderful with children, isn’t he?” Prim said fondly.
“And soon he’ll have his own little brother or sister to love. I still can’t believe you’re increasing again, Prim, and at your age!”
Prim set her hands over the mound of her belly and laughed. “It’s like a miracle. I don’t know who’s more excited: Drogo or Frodo.” She sighed. “Sometimes I feel guilty, Esme. I have all this,” she waved at the lovely gardens and magnificent smial, “because dear Bilbo died.”
“Would you rather Lobelia had Bag End? It was the pleasantest shock of my life when Bilbo’s will was read.”
“No, of course not. But Bilbo’s life was so solitary and lonely. He simply faded away, alone. They say a wizard once came here and tried to lure him into an adventure, and he refused.”
“As he should have,” Esme stated firmly.
“Maybe…” But Prim’s voice was pensive as she watched her son hold Sam Gamgee’s hand, and he took his first, unsteady steps.