{He has no qualms about holding his husband and comforting him with the gentle motions of his hand. Once the baby has their fill of the bottle, the nipple is spit out in favor of them giving a big yawn. Thranduil chuckles and guides Maglor's hand to the little round belly under the blanket.}

Much warmer, hm? {The kicking of those tiny feet is stronger than he had expected and he hums his approval.} Yes. They can have as much water as they like. But the milk is essential every three hours.

{The warm lips against his cheek have him smiling more.}

You have a strong child. We will be able to tell their sex in another week.