Sam loved the morning. Even in the darkness of Bag End he could feel it seeping into his heart like the press of love that lay beside him. Gently he eased a tangle of tawny curls from his shoulder. Rosie shifted and tucked an arm across her swollen middle.
For a moment, Sam paused. Sliding a cautious hand over the life that bloomed inside her belly he smiled, feeling under his palm the promise of life that her taut flesh contained. His heart filled near to bursting with sweet anticipation.
Silently, he greeted both child and dawn with a smile.