12. Son of Gondor
Morning found the king with his head settled on his wife's lap – or what passed for it, caressing her belly and laughing when his touch was answered by a little hand or foot. With a slightly foolish grin, he addressed the life within, having been told only recently that the baby was now old enough to hear the sound of his voice.
"Already you are a fierce fighter, my son."
He looked at Arwen and saw the raised eyebrow.
"How can you be so sure that it will be a boy, hm?"
Aragorn sat up and took her into his arms, bringing his mouth close to her ear.
"Now you would not disappoint Gondor, would you?"
Arwen smiled at his grunt of pain as her elbow connected with his stomach.
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