Blessings
Susan and Peter toddled around, Susan still babbling in her babyish voice and Peter trying his best to 'translate' whatever she said. Mr. Pevensie smiled at his two children as he walked toward the kitchen to find his wife. This pregnancy had been more than just a little surprise it had been altogether frightening. After all the trouble they had had with Susan and dealing with her doctors for the past year and a half they had thought that they wouldn't have more children. Even the doctors where surprised after the trauma of the last birth that Mrs. Pevensie was able to have another child.
Still as the months rolled by and the baby still didn't come she began to get very impatient. "Two kids already and this one doesn't have the decency to be on time." She said rather crossly. He took her hands and held them gently rubbing his thumb across each knuckle before he pulled her into a kiss. "That helps." She sighed.
"I hoped." He said.
"Now let go of me, it's already entirely too hot in this room." She complained. He slowly released his wife.
"They said the baby was supposed to be born three weeks ago!" Helen yelled in frustration. Her due date had come and gone and each day brought her a new discomfort. She couldn't even pick up her children anymore without help. She knew that the baby could be born anytime now but she couldn't help but feel like he or she was trying to make up for the earliness of Susan.
She tried to sit down, but it was becoming such an effort. "Mamamamama." Susan came dawdling in.
"Mummy," Peter raced in after. He had been clinging to her for the last couple of weeks. It was sweet but at the same time annoying to the impatient mother-to-be.
"What is it darling?" She tried to find a comfortable position to sit in.
"I wanna broder." Peter exclaimed.
"You mean a brother Peter?" The little boy nodded his blond head in excitement. "It could be another sister you know." He looked disappointed. "Oh come now, you like Susan don't you."
He thought about it for a moment. "She's okaaaaaay, but I wanna lil broder." She laughed at her son's insistence. She just wanted the baby out.
On October 23, 1930 Edmund Randall Pevensie made a screaming appearance into the world. Both parents were thrilled at this third edition to their family when not all that long ago they had expected to never even have this option.
"He is alright, isn't he?" Hellen asked for the twelfth time.
"Yes dear, he's perfectly healthy." Her husband patiently answered.
"Peter got his wish." She chuckled. Her husband chuckled and as she started to close her eyes a moment he started speaking again.
"Lord, I pray for this second son you have given us. I pray that you will guide him and protect him. Let him be a shield to his brother and let his brother never fail him. Let him pour into both of his siblings as they pour into him all of his days. Thank you for protecting both this baby and Helen today amen." He said simply as a wave of pride and humility rushed over him. He knew that his boys would protect one another and he could only feel joy at his beautiful family.