Summary:

Special moments between the brothers each year of their life. This fic should last from when Ed is born probably throughout the Golden Age. So yeah, around 25-26 chapters. I hope I explained that clearly enough because if I didn't that made no sense at all to you.

Rating: K+

Genre:

Family/Humor

Author's Note: This will be a messy project! Some chapters will be humorous and fun, while others will be quite angsty and sad. So bear with me. (Yes, they have an advanced vocabulary for children.) Please leave a review if you enjoyed! :)

Birth

The baby to Peter was fascinating.

He couldn't clearly remember when Susan was born, only some really loud crying. Now, as he, a very grown-up three-year-old (for he was a Big Kid now), looked down at this new baby, he felt instantly in love. It was quiet as it slept. Kinda chubby, he thought as he watched it. Mum says that's how babies are. That it'll probably change.

There was a tuft of very dark hair on its head, he noted, and it didn't quite match his own tawny blond. When he poked it, it's eyes opened very large, and they were rather brown. Peter frowned. "Why don't you look like me, baby?" he asked it.

"Now, Peter," he heard his mother say from the rickety rocking chair where she was reading a thick book. "I told you not to wake him up."

"He isn't crying," Peter remarked. "He's a calm baby." His mother nodded with a smile. "How come it doesn't look like me?" asked Peter. "I suppose God didn't make him that way," she replied, closing her book. "And 'it' has a name."

"Oh yeah," Peter grinned sheepishly. "Ed-mond." "Edmund," his mother corrected kindly.

Peter nodded. Ed-mund, he repeated in his head fondly. Ed-munddd. "It's kind of a funny name," he announced, turning back to the baby, who sat there under the quilt and looked up at him. "Peter," his mother chided.

"Sorry."

"You should let him sleep. Why don't you play with Susan?" she suggested. "But Susan's boring," Peter moped. He thought having a sister would be cool at first, but all she ever wanted to do was play with dolls. Although one time they played Castle, and he got to be the knight in shining armor. That had been fun. "You can play Castle," she said as if noticing his thoughts. Peter looked back at the baby guiltily.

"He won't disappear," his mother laughed. Peter nodded shyly and got down from the wooden crib. "But couldn't we play Castle with Ed-mund, too? He could be a dragon. RAWR!" He grinned toothily.

"Your baby brother is not going to be a dragon," said his mother, amused and horrified at the same time at the thought. Peter sighed in defeat.

He glanced back at Edmund, who still watched him curiously, with thoughtful brown eyes. Peter thought that was cute.

"I think it would make a good dragon," Peter said finally. "GO OUTSIDE," his mother half-demanded, half-snorted, attempting to keep a straight face as she pointed at the door. Peter pouted and did as told.


Extremely short, I know! That was more of a drabble. Forgive me. When they get older I will have a lot longer chapters.