Narnia Fic: “Hohoho! Have a Merry, Merry Christmas!”
Another Christmas ficky! Let's get in the happy mood. This was written for the Holiday Challenge last december at Gentle and Magnificent.
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Title: “Hohoho! Have a Merry, Merry Christmas!”
Beta: Not betaed yet, I think...
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Peter, Susan, (Edmund), (Lucy)
Pairing: Peter/Susan
Warnings: Incest, nakedness
A/N: Set during the Golden Age.
Diaclaimer: I own only this plot.
Summary: Becasue Father Christmas really knows better.
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Susan opened her blue eyes slowly and lazily, stretching in a cat-like manner she almost meowed as she rolled to her side, facing the empty -and still warm- side of the bed. The Gentle Queen hugged the other pillow and had to bit her tongue to prevent the giggle that attempted to escape, realizing that today she felt amazingly happier than any other day.
Turning to the other side, Susan fixed her gaze on the large windows and as she watched the snowflakes dance around Narnia, she suddenly understood why.
Christmas had arrived.
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Peter walked down the main stairs as he pulled his robe more tightly around his body -the chill of the hall on that winter morning was getting to him- tying the belt tightly. He scowled himself half-heartedly for sleeping in, and half-heartedly because he really didn’t mind sleeping in if that meant he could snuggle up with his beloved betrothed for a while longer, but he knew that if -at least- one of them wasn’t up by breakfast time, little Lucy would most likely storm into his room and order them to wake up, and Peter didn’t want Lucy walking in on them while they were sleeping together… on the same bed… and naked.
No, he didn’t want to scar little Lucy for life.
Peter sighed and reached to grab the door-handle to enter the family-room, but just as he touched the metal, the doors pulled open and a very frustrated-looking Lucy appeared before him.
“Finally! We’ve been waiting for hours now!”
“Really, it was just twenty minutes,” replied Edmund from his spot next to the fireplace.
Lucy frowned at him, “It still felt like ages,” she then turned to him again, “Where’s Susan?”
An image of a naked Susan lying sexily on his bed crossed Peter’s mind and a deep blush tinted his cheeks, he cleared his throat several times before answering, “She’s asleep.”
Lucy groaned exasperatedly, “I’ll go wake her up.”
“No!” Peter cut in, clearing his throat again afterwards, “I mean, that won’t be necessary, she didn’t get much sleep last night, so… let her rest for a little while longer.”
“But I want to open the presents and it wouldn’t feel right if Susan’s not here,” Lucy protested.
“That’s right,” said Edmund, “And how do you know she didn’t sleep much last night, eh?”
Peter blushed again, growling at his little brother, “I just do.”
Edmund smiled knowingly.
“Let’s have breakfast while we wait for Susan-”
“That won’t be necessary, Lu, I’m already here.”
They turned to look at Susan as she walked over to the Christmas tree, sitting down next to the presents. And for a moment there they stood stunned by her graceful movements, staring at her because… Aslan, there was something different in her.
“So, who wants to open the presents first?” Susan turned to look at her siblings when she got no response. “What?”
Lucy gasped, “Susan! You are, you are… you…!”
“You are positively glowing!” Edmund finished for her.
“Like the radiant sun you were named after,” Peter added.
Susan smiled amusedly at that, “That was so cliché.”
The youngest Queen squealed in delight and ran to the presents, as if she had just remembered they were there. “I’ll open my presents first!”
The young men walked closer to their sisters and sat down on the carpeted floor, and they began to exchange their presents. It didn’t pass long before they all had their presents exchanged and were ready to go eat breakfast.
That’s it, until Edmund noticed one last present, “Who is this for? Because it’s not mine.”
Lucy leaned over his shoulder inspecting the parcel, “It’s not mine either.”
Edmund smirked as he looked at his older siblings, shaking the present a bit, “It could be another present to Susan, from Peter.”
“Shut up, Edmund,” Peter said, blushing slightly.
“No…” Lucy said suddenly, leaning closer to the present, “It says something here… uh… To High King Peter, the Magnificent and Queen Susan, the Gentle.”
The Just King chuckled lightly, a joke already on the tip of his tongue, “So, you two got a present for yourself, how sweet!”
“Shut. Up. Edmund!”
“Peter, relax, you are only giving him reasons to annoy you,” said Susan, smiling amused, not at all bothered by her little brother’s behaviour.
“It’s from Father Christmas!”
The young monarch turned to their youngest sibling when she gasped, they leaned over to see if it was true what they heard, well just Susan and Peter scooter over the present.
And, indeed, it was true.
“I thought he said he would only bring us presents when we really need them…” Lucy mused.
“Well, maybe there’s something we need right now,” Peter proposed.
“It’s possible, but why only you two and not the four of us? It doesn’t make sense,” argued Edmund, trying to find an answer that didn’t exist, “What could you two possibly need right now and at the same time?”
Susan took the present from Edmund and undid the lace, “Why not open it and see what’s inside? It’ll give us the answer we are looking for,” that said, she unwrapped it and opened it.
The moment Susan -and everyone else- landed her gaze on the contents of the box, she gasped loudly and remained awfully quiet after that, watching silently as Peter picked up a garment of the size of a toddler, if not smaller; it was a tunic, the emblem of Narnia embroidered on the front, there was also a pair of socks and a pair of tiny trousers -was that a cape?- and little shoes in the box.
Obviously, those were garments for a new-born.
“What is that?” Edmund asked feeling rather disconcerted.
It was Peter’s time to make fun of his brother, then and he wasn’t going to let it pass, “Why, and you think yourself so clever, Edmund,” he paused for effect and then proceeded, “This is baby’s clothing.”
“I know that. I want to know why it here as a present, unless…” Edmund turned to Lucy, narrowing his eyes slightly, “Lucy, just out of curiosity, I would like to know if you’ve picked up another lost child from the woods and brought it to Cair Paravel without consulting any of us, again?”
“No, I haven’t and I found the other children’s family last month and returned them all, as you requested,” Lucy replied, narrowing her eyes as well, “Besides, the present is addressed to Peter and Susan, if anything, you should ask them. But I don’t think that’s the case either…”
The young men looked at Lucy confused when she trailed off.
“Why not?” asked Peter.
“Because the clothing is obviously fitting for a new-born, and I don’t think there had been any births in Narnia.”
“Whoever this baby is, it must be part of the royal family, as this tunic has Narnia’s emblem embroidered on it,” Peter concluded.
And just then, they heard Susan clear her throat to catch their attention.
“I know why Father Christmas sent this present,” she said shyly.
Her sibling waited for her to elaborate, looking curious and a bit confused.
“I mean, now I am sure why he sent it, but I don’t know why he knows… how he found out about…”
“Susan, you are rambling,” Peter said, worried by her sudden discomfort.
Lucy felt something begin to click inside her head and she was reminded of Mrs. Beaver giving her the Talk -her siblings had refused to do so- and suddenly everything seemed to make sense. She gasped softly.
Just when Susan managed to get enough courage to speak, there was a soft knock on the door and, with a disappointed sigh, she said, “Come in,” loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door.
The door opened slowly and a servant stepped in, bowing his head, “Excuse me, your majesties, Father Christmas left a few presents for King Peter and Queen Susan in the throne-room.”
Peter stood up and nodded, “Thank you, we will be there in a moment.”
The servant nodded and left quietly.
The High King turned to his sibling and beckoned them to stand up and follow him, “Come on, let’s go to the throne-room.”
Edmund and Lucy stood up without complaining and started to follow him towards the door, however Susan only stood up, looking impatient and nervous.
“Peter, I need to talk to you,” she said, almost pleadingly.
“Yes, Susan, I haven’t forgotten about what you were saying,” Peter replied, looking back and stopping by the door, “but you can tell us on the way here.”
“No, I really need to talk to you, right now,” Susan stressed the last word and by Peter’s expression she knew she made him worried.
“Uh, Peter, we’ll go ahead,” said Edmund, pushing a curious Lucy out of the family-room.
Before anyone -Lucy mainly- could say something, they were out of the room and the eldest monarchs were left alone.
“Susan, what is going on?” he demanded, but then his gaze softened, “you’re worrying me.”
Susan sighed frustrated and began to pass around the room, until she came to a stop and picked up the cute, little baby-tunic and held it before him, as if trying to make him see something.
Peter just looked at her and then at the clothes in her hands, and back at her again, tilting his head to the side clearly not understanding what she wanted to imply.
The Gentle Queen groaned in frustration, “Can’t you see, Peter? Don’t you understand?”
“Su, what are you rambling about?” Peter asked again, confused, though some part of his mind was already processing all this sudden information and drawing a conclusion.
“I am pregnant, Peter! I’m expecting a child!”
Susan breathed deeply; Aslan, she didn’t want to be so blunt and she surely hadn’t expected to have to spell it out to him, but her brother seemed to be too oblivious to all the hints. Sighing tiredly, she sat down again, brooding.
Ah, wonderful, now her good mood was ruined.
“We are… having a child?”
Susan looked up the moment she heard the whisper, just in time to see Peter falling to the floor with a loud thud.
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A few minutes later, Edmund and Lucy were heading back to the family-room, having got tired of waiting for their older siblings.
“Are you absolutely sure, Lucy?”
“Yes! It is too obvious, I mean, if it wasn’t that why else would they need a cradle and baby toys?”
They turned around a corner and strolled down the hallway to the family-room.
“You got a point there.”
And they arrived, stepping into the room in time to see Susan trying to wake Peter up for the umpteenth time. And before she could say something to them, the youngest monarchs began to speak quickly and at the same time.
“Susan! It’s a cradle and baby toys and more clothes!/Susan! Is Lucy telling the true?”
Susan looked back and forth between them, not quite understanding what they were saying, “Uh?”
“Father Christmas presents!/That you’re having a baby!”
“What…?”
Peter’s low moan draw everyone’s attention and the Pevensie turned to look at him, the youngest kneeling besides him. Peter seemed to be dazed for a while there, then he looked at Lucy and then at Edmund, turning finally to Susan. His eyes widened and he sat up quickly, nearly knocking his head with Lucy’s if it wasn’t for Edmund’s good reflexes.
“Susan! You, you… you! And a baby! And, and…! Are you alright? Do you need anything? Are you feeling ill? Do you need me to call the physician or someone?”
The other Pevensie watched somewhat confused and amused at their brother’s sudden ramble and unnecessary worry.
Susan sighed; still she couldn’t help but smile at his behaviour, “Peter…”
“Are you sure you feel fine? Because I can get you anything and… How’s the baby? Is he -or she- kicking? Can I feel it? Does he -or she- moves too much? Does it bother you? Susan-”
“Peter!”
The High King quietened then, finally paying attention to the mother-to-be, as well as to his little siblings, who were leaving the room at the time.
“I’m alright. No, I don’t need anything. No, I’m not feeling ill. No, there’s no need to call the physician,” Susan raised her hand when she noticed he wanted to say something, stopping his rambling before it started, “Yes, I am certain I feel fine. The baby’s alright and no, it doesn’t kick or moves at all, so it doesn’t bothers me. The baby’s too young for me to feel him -or her- move yet.”
“Then how did you know you are pregnant?” Peter finally asked.
“I’ve been having these symptoms as of late… morning sickness and… I’ve been a little bit too emotional… but I wasn’t sure and I thought it was too early to go to the physician for a check up, so…” she trailed off, sighing, “Father Christmas presents confirmed my suspicions…”
Susan averted her eyes to her lap, feeling a traitorous blush creeping across her cheeks. Edmund and Lucy had gone to see if breakfast was ready somewhere along Peter’s rambling, to give them some privacy and she was glad, Susan didn’t think she could’ve told Peter about the symptoms with them in the room.
“We’re having a baby…”
The tenderness in his voice made her want to melt and when she raised her gaze to meet his; he had already embraced her in a tender hug, burying his face into her hair.
“You are… not angry?”
The light chuckle he let out made her blush and something warm enveloped her heart; she hugged him, putting her arm around his neck.
“How could I be?” Peter said, pulling away enough to look her in the eyes, “You just gave me the best present ever, that’s all I ever wanted since I realized I love you.”
His love-filled eyes made her feel shy and blissfully happy, she blushed even more. “Then, I guess we ought to thank Father Christmas.”
Peter looked puzzled, “Uh?”
“Well, if it wasn’t for his presents, I wouldn’t have been sure of my pregnancy until after my belly’s big enough for everyone to see,” Susan said, smiling amused.
There was a prolonged silence, in which Peter caressed Susan’s still flat stomach, allowing his mind to wander to a not-so-far future where that belly will be round and full of life.
“A baby…” he breathed.
The Gentle Queen giggled, “Yes…”
“A little bit of you and me.”
“That was so…” she trailed off, searching for the right words.
“Cheesy, I know.”
Susan giggled again and kissed his cheek, “I was going to say lovely,” she said, “but whatever you say, my King.”
High King Peter smiled, suddenly feeling more like a common man waiting to be a father than a King having an heir, but that was just it, he felt like a man, embracing the woman he loved, about to start a new life.
“I love you, Su.”
“I love you too, Peter.”
They shared a sweet and innocent kiss, completely oblivious to the world around them.
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Edmund sighed tiredly as he sat next to his little sister and waited for her to find it proper to leave. But, knowing Lucy, that might be never.
“You know, Lucy,” he began, “when I said let’s leave them alone, I meant it as let’s give them some privacy, not as let’s go outside to spy on them.”
Lucy brushed him off and kept on with her task.
Edmund sighed again and adopted the same position as Lucy, putting his ear on the door, “This better be worth it,” he grumbled.
Lucy stifled a giggled, “Oh, it will be, I’m sure of it.”
No doubt about it.
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Title: “Hohoho! Have a Merry, Merry Christmas!”
Beta: Not betaed yet, I think...
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Peter, Susan, (Edmund), (Lucy)
Pairing: Peter/Susan
Warnings: Incest, nakedness
A/N: Set during the Golden Age.
Diaclaimer: I own only this plot.
Summary: Becasue Father Christmas really knows better.
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Susan opened her blue eyes slowly and lazily, stretching in a cat-like manner she almost meowed as she rolled to her side, facing the empty -and still warm- side of the bed. The Gentle Queen hugged the other pillow and had to bit her tongue to prevent the giggle that attempted to escape, realizing that today she felt amazingly happier than any other day.
Turning to the other side, Susan fixed her gaze on the large windows and as she watched the snowflakes dance around Narnia, she suddenly understood why.
Christmas had arrived.
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Peter walked down the main stairs as he pulled his robe more tightly around his body -the chill of the hall on that winter morning was getting to him- tying the belt tightly. He scowled himself half-heartedly for sleeping in, and half-heartedly because he really didn’t mind sleeping in if that meant he could snuggle up with his beloved betrothed for a while longer, but he knew that if -at least- one of them wasn’t up by breakfast time, little Lucy would most likely storm into his room and order them to wake up, and Peter didn’t want Lucy walking in on them while they were sleeping together… on the same bed… and naked.
No, he didn’t want to scar little Lucy for life.
Peter sighed and reached to grab the door-handle to enter the family-room, but just as he touched the metal, the doors pulled open and a very frustrated-looking Lucy appeared before him.
“Finally! We’ve been waiting for hours now!”
“Really, it was just twenty minutes,” replied Edmund from his spot next to the fireplace.
Lucy frowned at him, “It still felt like ages,” she then turned to him again, “Where’s Susan?”
An image of a naked Susan lying sexily on his bed crossed Peter’s mind and a deep blush tinted his cheeks, he cleared his throat several times before answering, “She’s asleep.”
Lucy groaned exasperatedly, “I’ll go wake her up.”
“No!” Peter cut in, clearing his throat again afterwards, “I mean, that won’t be necessary, she didn’t get much sleep last night, so… let her rest for a little while longer.”
“But I want to open the presents and it wouldn’t feel right if Susan’s not here,” Lucy protested.
“That’s right,” said Edmund, “And how do you know she didn’t sleep much last night, eh?”
Peter blushed again, growling at his little brother, “I just do.”
Edmund smiled knowingly.
“Let’s have breakfast while we wait for Susan-”
“That won’t be necessary, Lu, I’m already here.”
They turned to look at Susan as she walked over to the Christmas tree, sitting down next to the presents. And for a moment there they stood stunned by her graceful movements, staring at her because… Aslan, there was something different in her.
“So, who wants to open the presents first?” Susan turned to look at her siblings when she got no response. “What?”
Lucy gasped, “Susan! You are, you are… you…!”
“You are positively glowing!” Edmund finished for her.
“Like the radiant sun you were named after,” Peter added.
Susan smiled amusedly at that, “That was so cliché.”
The youngest Queen squealed in delight and ran to the presents, as if she had just remembered they were there. “I’ll open my presents first!”
The young men walked closer to their sisters and sat down on the carpeted floor, and they began to exchange their presents. It didn’t pass long before they all had their presents exchanged and were ready to go eat breakfast.
That’s it, until Edmund noticed one last present, “Who is this for? Because it’s not mine.”
Lucy leaned over his shoulder inspecting the parcel, “It’s not mine either.”
Edmund smirked as he looked at his older siblings, shaking the present a bit, “It could be another present to Susan, from Peter.”
“Shut up, Edmund,” Peter said, blushing slightly.
“No…” Lucy said suddenly, leaning closer to the present, “It says something here… uh… To High King Peter, the Magnificent and Queen Susan, the Gentle.”
The Just King chuckled lightly, a joke already on the tip of his tongue, “So, you two got a present for yourself, how sweet!”
“Shut. Up. Edmund!”
“Peter, relax, you are only giving him reasons to annoy you,” said Susan, smiling amused, not at all bothered by her little brother’s behaviour.
“It’s from Father Christmas!”
The young monarch turned to their youngest sibling when she gasped, they leaned over to see if it was true what they heard, well just Susan and Peter scooter over the present.
And, indeed, it was true.
“I thought he said he would only bring us presents when we really need them…” Lucy mused.
“Well, maybe there’s something we need right now,” Peter proposed.
“It’s possible, but why only you two and not the four of us? It doesn’t make sense,” argued Edmund, trying to find an answer that didn’t exist, “What could you two possibly need right now and at the same time?”
Susan took the present from Edmund and undid the lace, “Why not open it and see what’s inside? It’ll give us the answer we are looking for,” that said, she unwrapped it and opened it.
The moment Susan -and everyone else- landed her gaze on the contents of the box, she gasped loudly and remained awfully quiet after that, watching silently as Peter picked up a garment of the size of a toddler, if not smaller; it was a tunic, the emblem of Narnia embroidered on the front, there was also a pair of socks and a pair of tiny trousers -was that a cape?- and little shoes in the box.
Obviously, those were garments for a new-born.
“What is that?” Edmund asked feeling rather disconcerted.
It was Peter’s time to make fun of his brother, then and he wasn’t going to let it pass, “Why, and you think yourself so clever, Edmund,” he paused for effect and then proceeded, “This is baby’s clothing.”
“I know that. I want to know why it here as a present, unless…” Edmund turned to Lucy, narrowing his eyes slightly, “Lucy, just out of curiosity, I would like to know if you’ve picked up another lost child from the woods and brought it to Cair Paravel without consulting any of us, again?”
“No, I haven’t and I found the other children’s family last month and returned them all, as you requested,” Lucy replied, narrowing her eyes as well, “Besides, the present is addressed to Peter and Susan, if anything, you should ask them. But I don’t think that’s the case either…”
The young men looked at Lucy confused when she trailed off.
“Why not?” asked Peter.
“Because the clothing is obviously fitting for a new-born, and I don’t think there had been any births in Narnia.”
“Whoever this baby is, it must be part of the royal family, as this tunic has Narnia’s emblem embroidered on it,” Peter concluded.
And just then, they heard Susan clear her throat to catch their attention.
“I know why Father Christmas sent this present,” she said shyly.
Her sibling waited for her to elaborate, looking curious and a bit confused.
“I mean, now I am sure why he sent it, but I don’t know why he knows… how he found out about…”
“Susan, you are rambling,” Peter said, worried by her sudden discomfort.
Lucy felt something begin to click inside her head and she was reminded of Mrs. Beaver giving her the Talk -her siblings had refused to do so- and suddenly everything seemed to make sense. She gasped softly.
Just when Susan managed to get enough courage to speak, there was a soft knock on the door and, with a disappointed sigh, she said, “Come in,” loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door.
The door opened slowly and a servant stepped in, bowing his head, “Excuse me, your majesties, Father Christmas left a few presents for King Peter and Queen Susan in the throne-room.”
Peter stood up and nodded, “Thank you, we will be there in a moment.”
The servant nodded and left quietly.
The High King turned to his sibling and beckoned them to stand up and follow him, “Come on, let’s go to the throne-room.”
Edmund and Lucy stood up without complaining and started to follow him towards the door, however Susan only stood up, looking impatient and nervous.
“Peter, I need to talk to you,” she said, almost pleadingly.
“Yes, Susan, I haven’t forgotten about what you were saying,” Peter replied, looking back and stopping by the door, “but you can tell us on the way here.”
“No, I really need to talk to you, right now,” Susan stressed the last word and by Peter’s expression she knew she made him worried.
“Uh, Peter, we’ll go ahead,” said Edmund, pushing a curious Lucy out of the family-room.
Before anyone -Lucy mainly- could say something, they were out of the room and the eldest monarchs were left alone.
“Susan, what is going on?” he demanded, but then his gaze softened, “you’re worrying me.”
Susan sighed frustrated and began to pass around the room, until she came to a stop and picked up the cute, little baby-tunic and held it before him, as if trying to make him see something.
Peter just looked at her and then at the clothes in her hands, and back at her again, tilting his head to the side clearly not understanding what she wanted to imply.
The Gentle Queen groaned in frustration, “Can’t you see, Peter? Don’t you understand?”
“Su, what are you rambling about?” Peter asked again, confused, though some part of his mind was already processing all this sudden information and drawing a conclusion.
“I am pregnant, Peter! I’m expecting a child!”
Susan breathed deeply; Aslan, she didn’t want to be so blunt and she surely hadn’t expected to have to spell it out to him, but her brother seemed to be too oblivious to all the hints. Sighing tiredly, she sat down again, brooding.
Ah, wonderful, now her good mood was ruined.
“We are… having a child?”
Susan looked up the moment she heard the whisper, just in time to see Peter falling to the floor with a loud thud.
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A few minutes later, Edmund and Lucy were heading back to the family-room, having got tired of waiting for their older siblings.
“Are you absolutely sure, Lucy?”
“Yes! It is too obvious, I mean, if it wasn’t that why else would they need a cradle and baby toys?”
They turned around a corner and strolled down the hallway to the family-room.
“You got a point there.”
And they arrived, stepping into the room in time to see Susan trying to wake Peter up for the umpteenth time. And before she could say something to them, the youngest monarchs began to speak quickly and at the same time.
“Susan! It’s a cradle and baby toys and more clothes!/Susan! Is Lucy telling the true?”
Susan looked back and forth between them, not quite understanding what they were saying, “Uh?”
“Father Christmas presents!/That you’re having a baby!”
“What…?”
Peter’s low moan draw everyone’s attention and the Pevensie turned to look at him, the youngest kneeling besides him. Peter seemed to be dazed for a while there, then he looked at Lucy and then at Edmund, turning finally to Susan. His eyes widened and he sat up quickly, nearly knocking his head with Lucy’s if it wasn’t for Edmund’s good reflexes.
“Susan! You, you… you! And a baby! And, and…! Are you alright? Do you need anything? Are you feeling ill? Do you need me to call the physician or someone?”
The other Pevensie watched somewhat confused and amused at their brother’s sudden ramble and unnecessary worry.
Susan sighed; still she couldn’t help but smile at his behaviour, “Peter…”
“Are you sure you feel fine? Because I can get you anything and… How’s the baby? Is he -or she- kicking? Can I feel it? Does he -or she- moves too much? Does it bother you? Susan-”
“Peter!”
The High King quietened then, finally paying attention to the mother-to-be, as well as to his little siblings, who were leaving the room at the time.
“I’m alright. No, I don’t need anything. No, I’m not feeling ill. No, there’s no need to call the physician,” Susan raised her hand when she noticed he wanted to say something, stopping his rambling before it started, “Yes, I am certain I feel fine. The baby’s alright and no, it doesn’t kick or moves at all, so it doesn’t bothers me. The baby’s too young for me to feel him -or her- move yet.”
“Then how did you know you are pregnant?” Peter finally asked.
“I’ve been having these symptoms as of late… morning sickness and… I’ve been a little bit too emotional… but I wasn’t sure and I thought it was too early to go to the physician for a check up, so…” she trailed off, sighing, “Father Christmas presents confirmed my suspicions…”
Susan averted her eyes to her lap, feeling a traitorous blush creeping across her cheeks. Edmund and Lucy had gone to see if breakfast was ready somewhere along Peter’s rambling, to give them some privacy and she was glad, Susan didn’t think she could’ve told Peter about the symptoms with them in the room.
“We’re having a baby…”
The tenderness in his voice made her want to melt and when she raised her gaze to meet his; he had already embraced her in a tender hug, burying his face into her hair.
“You are… not angry?”
The light chuckle he let out made her blush and something warm enveloped her heart; she hugged him, putting her arm around his neck.
“How could I be?” Peter said, pulling away enough to look her in the eyes, “You just gave me the best present ever, that’s all I ever wanted since I realized I love you.”
His love-filled eyes made her feel shy and blissfully happy, she blushed even more. “Then, I guess we ought to thank Father Christmas.”
Peter looked puzzled, “Uh?”
“Well, if it wasn’t for his presents, I wouldn’t have been sure of my pregnancy until after my belly’s big enough for everyone to see,” Susan said, smiling amused.
There was a prolonged silence, in which Peter caressed Susan’s still flat stomach, allowing his mind to wander to a not-so-far future where that belly will be round and full of life.
“A baby…” he breathed.
The Gentle Queen giggled, “Yes…”
“A little bit of you and me.”
“That was so…” she trailed off, searching for the right words.
“Cheesy, I know.”
Susan giggled again and kissed his cheek, “I was going to say lovely,” she said, “but whatever you say, my King.”
High King Peter smiled, suddenly feeling more like a common man waiting to be a father than a King having an heir, but that was just it, he felt like a man, embracing the woman he loved, about to start a new life.
“I love you, Su.”
“I love you too, Peter.”
They shared a sweet and innocent kiss, completely oblivious to the world around them.
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Edmund sighed tiredly as he sat next to his little sister and waited for her to find it proper to leave. But, knowing Lucy, that might be never.
“You know, Lucy,” he began, “when I said let’s leave them alone, I meant it as let’s give them some privacy, not as let’s go outside to spy on them.”
Lucy brushed him off and kept on with her task.
Edmund sighed again and adopted the same position as Lucy, putting his ear on the door, “This better be worth it,” he grumbled.
Lucy stifled a giggled, “Oh, it will be, I’m sure of it.”
No doubt about it.
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