Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia.
A/N: This is just a short oneshot about the Pevensies, particularly Edmund, seeing their mother again.
Helen Pevensie twisted her handkerchief anxiously as she waited for the train to come. At last, after months and months of waiting, her children were coming home. Helen bit her lip and looked at her watch for the seventh time in five minutes. Where were they? She was certain that Susan, Peter and Lucy had been fine – they always were – but Edmund, well, that was another matter. Ever since his father had left, he'd been irritable, surly and grumpy. Or had he always been that way?
In any event, Helen was worried about how he'd been. Her husband had assured her that Edmund would be fine, but Helen remembered how he'd shied away from her embrace when they'd left. The very thought of it made her heart ache.
The train whistle blew through her thoughts and she looked up, her heart pounding. There it was! The train rolled speedily into the station, as if it knew that she'd been waiting and wanted to please her. The doors opened with a hiss, and Helen held her breath. There wouldn't be any other children on the train; it had come directly from the Professor's mansion. She heard footsteps and then three voices:
"MUM!!"
"Mum!"
"Mummy!" Instantly, Peter, Susan and Lucy were clinging to her, laughing happily. She hugged and kissed each of them several times, so happy that they were home. Then she heard a fourth set of feet hitting the concrete platform. The other three stepped to one side, and she saw Edmund, staring at her, as if she were a mirage and he didn't believe she was there. Helen swallowed. Treat him like a man, not a boy, she reminded herself.
"Hello Edmund," she said in what she hoped was a clear and adult-like voice. Edmund's brown eyes widened slightly and then his bags were being dropped on the ground and he was in her arms, clinging to her, his shoulders shaking slightly. Helen hugged him tightly, feeling tears prick her own eyes.
"Mum," Edmund said into her coat. "Mum!"
"I'm here," Helen replied, stroking his black hair. "I'm here." He pulled back, his eyes moist with tears.
"I love you, Mum." He said softly, and there was something in the way he said it that told Helen that he'd grown up a lot since they'd evacuated.
"I love you, too." She said, pulling all four of her children close. "I love you, too."
It'll be all right now, Helen, a voice in her mind said. They're home.
This is just a really random oneshot; hopefully it's not too horrible. Please review, but no flames please!