A/N: This is based off of Narnian Nights' story, "This Is Home". She gave me full permission to do this:) Anyway, this will not be updated simultaneously with "Back To The Golden Age". The updating schedule is only when I have time or an idea to write. So, yeah. Hope you like this one and don't forget to review :D
Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, nor do I claim to. I only own the copies of the DVDs and the books but not The Chronicles of Narnia itself. That belongs to the amazing C.S. Lewis.
Chapter 1: Breakfast
Lucy's POV:
I felt the heat of the sun, piercing through my eyelids as I sleepily forced them open. For a moment, I thought I was in Narnia due to the bedroom, but that dream shattered when I realized I was in England. I tried to stifle a giggle as I listened to Peter's snores. I removed his arm that was rested protectively over my shoulders and placed it over his stomach as I sat up. I stretched my arms and realized the three of us must've fallen asleep here last night. One question though-where's Ed? I quietly got out of bed and tried to hide my laughter as Peter snored again. He had his mouth wide open and was drooling all over the pillow.
Note to self. Wash that pillow when Peter wakes up.
I tiptoed over out of the room and was hit by the delicious smell of bacon.
I made my way downstairs and followed the scent to the kitchen and heard Edmund whistling, followed by sounds of clanging kitchenware and sizzling.
I got to the kitchen and couldn't believe my eyes.
This could not be happening.
"Oh Edmund! Are you wearing mum's old apron?!" I shrieked as he jumped, dropping the spatula.
Edmund looked embarrassingly at me. He was wearing mum's old apron. It was pink and frilly and had carnations designed on it.
Edmund immediately removed the apron and tossed it to the side.
"Morning Lucy!" he smiled, pretending I didn't see him wearing an apron.
"Morning Ed" I replied, confused.
"Sleep well sister?"
"Yes…"
"Good. Do you want some breakfast?"
I nodded and sat at the counter, waiting to be served by my brother.
"Why?" I asked, as he plated the bacon and pancakes on a plate.
"Why what?" he asked back, placing the plate in front of me.
"Why are you making breakfast? And why were you wearing mum's apron?"
"I don't know what you mean Lu" he shrugged as he turned off the stove and put the rest of the bacon on a plate.
"I came in here, and you were wearing mum's old pink apron"
He sighed and sat on a stool in front of me.
"I found it in one of the boxes in the attic yesterday. And I decided to cook breakfast today since it's your first day here with me and Peter, then I remembered mum's apron, so I tried it on"
I almost choked on the pancake, trying to hide my laughter.
"What?" he asked.
"I just didn't picture my brother. The King. The soldier. The manly man brother who refuses to be hugged by his siblings, to cook breakfast wearing a pink apron owned by our mother"
"Just finish your breakfast"
"Alright, alright. Pick up your apron, it might get dirty. Unless of course you decide to do the laundry now in mum's dress now as well"
"Haha very funny"
Suddenly, Peter came into the kitchen groggily. His hair was standing up in different directions and he had dried drool on the side of his face.
"What a beautiful sight to see in the morning!" Edmund teased.
"Shut up, I'll go wash my face" Peter yawned as he made his way to the sink and washed his face.
"Good morning Peter" I smiled.
"Morning Lu" he replied as he dried his face with a towel. After hanging up the towel, he looked at the floor and his eyes grew.
"What is mum's apron doing on the floor?" he asked, picking it up and putting it on the counter.
I laughed so hard at the memory and Edmund shot me a glare.
"Well?"
"Edmund was wearing it while he was cooking breakfast"
Peter laughed so hard, his cheeks were growing red and he had tears coming out of his eyes.
"Oh, what a fine way to start the morning" Peter smiled as he sat down on a chair beside me and wiped away a few stray tears.
"Shut up" Edmund groaned as he shook his head.
"Why were you wearing it anyway?" Peter asked.
"I found it yesterday and tried it on. Quite snug actually, no wonder mum bought another one. It hardly fit around my waist" Edmund replied coolly.
That sent Peter and I into another fit of laughter.
"All right enough of this. I spent half the morning cooking breakfast for you two" he glared.
"We're sorry Ed" I smiled, continuing to eat the rest of my breakfast.
Peter though, looked like he was looking for something. He craned his neck to see behind Edmund, or over the table or even on top of the stove.
"What is it?" Edmund asked.
"Oh, I just assumed that since you have the apron, I thought you might've found mum's pink oven mitts as well. You know, the ones with the tiny red hearts?" Peter teased and I laughed so hard I almost spit out the food at Edmund.
"Do you want me to find it for you Ed?" Peter teased again.
And with that, Peter jumped out of his chair and ran around the house with Edmund on his tail.
I could hear their footsteps, rushing across the second floor, then down the stairs then up the stairs and around the second floor. I was laughing so hard, I could barely chew my food.
My brothers. My deeply disturbed brothers.
"I FOUND THE OVEN MITTS!" Peter yelled from another room, which was then followed by a loud thud, which meant Edmund had tackled him to the ground.
"Don't fight over the oven mitts!" I yelled at them.
Well, it seems like living with my brothers is gonna be a new adventure for me.
