Hot crossed buns- DwalinxReader

A bun?

The last chapter is short and sweet, much like Dwalin! Thank you for reading Hot Crossed Buns! My first fully published fanfiction! Olaila B xxx

2 YEARS LATER-------------------

The Company dinner was a huge hit, now that everyone had returned to normalcy after The King under the Mountain married his queen a month earlier. You were Y/N Fudinson, married for just over a year now, and holding a Yule dinner with the Company and their partners.

Bombur and yourself had combined forces to make the best Yule dinner yet. The food was glorious, and for a group of 20+ Dwarves and 1 Hobbit there was not an ounce left. Your husband had helped as much as possible with keeping the dinner in a running order, stopping Nori from stealing the extra potatoes, from Fili and Kili starting a food fight and from Thorin himself from using all the beef gravy.

One huge happy dysfunctional family.

When desert came everyone had sat ready to demolish the sugary treats, a figgy pudding with hot custard plated before everyone except Dwalin.

"Amralime, where is my pudding? Did you forget me your dear husband?" He teased, you simply shook your head and told him there was a special pudding in the oven, that he had to bring in here. Confused but accepting he trotted off, the table looked at you with a collected confusion themselves as you placed Dwalins figgy pudding on his place setting. They didn't know why you had a special pudding just for him as his regular pudding sat there, the only one knowing was Bombur. He smiled his rosy smile while waiting for the gruff warrior to return.

Dwalin walked in with something round in his hand. A rather large hot crossed bun...

"Love, I have to ask as the oven wasn't even warm.... Why was there a bun in the oven? Why did I have to walk all the way to the royal kitchens for a bun in the oven?" You smiled with Glee as the women picked up on it first, Dis banged her hands on the table excitedly as Tauriel let out a happily disbelieving noooooooooo!

"Well you see my love I put the bun there so you could go get it. I mean... " Pause for effect as Lorluna and Fili caught on and shook each other with glee. B/N realised it and stood up screaming "YESSSSS MAHAL YESSS HAHAAAAA!"

Dwalin was thoroughly confused and walked over to you worry on his face at the others freaking out one by one.

"Well?"

"I asked you to get it dwalin because I am expecting it. I am expecting a bun Dwalin. Our bun. Our pebble."

It dawned on him, expecting? A bun in the oven?

"PEBBLE? YOU ARE EXPECTING?! I AM GOING TO BE AN ADAD!" The guard picked you up and spun you whooping loud, peppering you with kisses once dizzy enough to put you down. The whole table erupted in congratulations at the news, you had asked Thorin to be your child's Godfather , a Hobbit custom Bilbo explained thoroughly. Thorin was so happy to be asked he accepted and made a royal decree for the couple, one that still rings true in Middle Earth years later-

On the anniversary of day of yours and Dwalins child's birth, hot cross buns are sold out in erebor and all the dwarven kingdoms.

Because it became the new Dwarven tradition to share them with your one or the one you were hoping to be with.

Because The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, the sweeter the tooth the bigger the heart!

Thank you so much for reading this fanfic, you are awesome and thank you for your support! Olaila B xxx