It wasn't a year. Not exactly. A year had been a more formal occasion with a party and guests and dressing up and people doing bows and curtseys and Willow worrying about whether, if she had food stuck in her teeth, would anyone let her know or would they be too polite to mention it or, worse, would they think it was some kind of new fashion craze ( Read more... )

Willow was tired. This was to be expected. It had been a long day which had followed some long weeks and months of planning and prep and unfortunately a few false positives starts. But finally it was over, and Willow could feel tired in an accomplished and somewhat disheveled way ( Read more... )

Birthdays were nice. Birthdays were wonderful, especially when you had all sorts of friends and family who loved you and wanted to partake in both wooing and hooing in honor of the fact that you had been born.

Granted Willow still wasn't used to the concept that because she'd married into shinyhatdom that there were lots of people - well, Narnia ( Read more... )

Winter in Narnia could be a tiny bit scary if, as for example, you were a witch. But it could also be filled with the joy of fluffy snowflakes, warm woolen items of both mitten and non-mitten varieties, hot cocoa, and playing while safe in the knowledge that between being a queen and being a witch, there was no chance of there not being enough hot ( Read more... )

Willow sat on her and Peter's bed, with Alex in front of her ( Read more... )

It was still Hanukkah, and there were fried foods to eat, and going through various traditions again with patient explanations and sometimes diagrams, but it wasn't sunset yet and a soft snow was falling and darn it Willow wanted to take her son out so he could enjoy it. Or at least enjoy it as much as a baby could. If nothing else Willow hoped to ( Read more... )

Willow was sitting on her bed with Alex beside her. She watched as Alex waved his hands and feet in the air.

"If you think watching those is exciting, just wait until we get you into books," Willow told him.

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Willow had had a long day, what with an early wake up call on behalf of someone who had felt very eager to meet the family.

Which was why, now, Willow was resting with her ohmygodactuallybornandrealnow son swaddled up and also resting nearby.

There was also a wee fennec fox on top of a bureau so that he could watch over everything ( Read more... )

Willow had a wee Rosenberg-Pevensie inside of her. Willow, being Willow, was naturally making a point of reading up on every possible aspect of what it was like to have a wee Rosenberg-Pevensie inside of her ( Read more... )

Peter was scheduled to be back from his trip any moment now. Which was why Willow had tea at the ready. It was also why she was testing different methods of starting a certain conversation ( Read more... )