**I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA. THEY BELONG TO C.S. LEWIS.**

"Wake up," I heard Peter whispering in my ear.

I groaned and rolled over.

"No," I pouted.

"Yes," Peter chuckled.

I shivered when my warmth was pulled away from me. I opened my eyes to see that Peter was getting up and was expecting me to get up as well. I slowly sat up and rubbed the tiredness out of my eyes. I yawned and stretched and tried not to freak out when I saw the look that was on Peter's face. I studied Peter's face and saw that there was a mix of hurt and worry in his eyes.

"Pete," I whispered.

Peter sighed and bent down so that he was at me level. I opened my mouth to say something but Peter stopped me by placing his finger to his lips.

"We are going to the country," he stated sadly.

At first I didn't understand what he meant but when it finally kicked in, I began to shake my head violently.

"No you can't," I cried.

"Monica we have to," he said cupping my face with his hands.

"What about me? You can't leave me," I choked out.

Peter dropped his hands from my face and stood back up. He turned his back to me and I slowly got up.

"Pete?" I asked reaching out to him.

Before I was able to touch him, he moved so that he was just out of arms length.

"Pete?" I whispered dropping my arm to my side.

I was hurt and confused and by Peter not answering me I was starting to get pissed off.

"You're coming with us," he sighed.

He turned back to me with tears in his eyes and I tilted my head to the side.

What is going on?

I snapped my head back up and looked at Peter.

"I can't just leave my mom," I said suddenly.

Peter didn't say anything. He just continued to look at me and that's when I realized that we were alone.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked looking around.

"Packing," he said.

I looked back and him and noticed that he was closer to me.

"What's wrong?" I asked wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Mo, you're coming with us," he stated more firmly this time.

"But my mom-"

"Would want it this way," he said cutting me off.

What it that supposed to mean? My mom wouldn't want me to leave her unless-

I gasped and blinked a few times.

No.

I started to run but Peter grabbed me from behind securely wrapping his arms gently but firmly around me.

"Let me go," I screamed.

"No," he stated.

"Please," I cried "just let me go!"

"NO!" he stated sternly.

I sank to my knees and Peter wrapped me in his arms.

"Momma!" I cried into his shoulder.

He stroked my hair and cooed in my ear.

"Momma," I said a little more quietly.

"I'm sorry," he said rocking me back and forth.

She was all I had. What was I going to do now? I was seventeen years old, my dad was fighting in the war, my mom is dead and I'm pregnant. Helen said her door was always open but I don't think this is what she had in mind when she said it.

We were at the train station getting ready to board. I didn't even notice the Helen was done saying good bye to her children until she turned to me.

"Monica," she said wrapping me in her arms for a hug.

I cried into her shoulder not wanting to let go. She reluctantly pulled away and stroked my cheek. Then she moved her hand down to my stomach and began to rub it. She looked back at me and smiled weakly.

"You're going to be a great mom," she said.

I began to cry at the thought that maybe I wasn't going to keep the baby since I was all alone in the world.

"I told you that my door is always open for you and I mean it," she said patting my hair.

I smiled at her and pulled her in for another hug.

"You were always like a mother to me," I cried.

She gave me a quick kiss and then waved us off as we walked to the train. Everyone was pressed against the windows saying goodbye to their moms and not being in the best condition to be pressed up against something, I decided to go look for a place that we could sit. I had managed to find a cart that had two kids but enough room for the five of us. I walked in and placed my stuff in the racks above the seats. Then I sat down by the window and waited for the others to come in. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, someone was shaking me.

"Mo," I heard Peter say.

I rolled my head over but opened my eyes when something felt weird. That's when I realized that I was sleeping on Peter's shoulder.

When did I fall asleep?

I yawned and snuggled closer to Peter.

"What?" I asked tiredly.

"There is a cart coming by," he said "are you hungry?"

I shook my head no and tried not to think of the car, well train, sickness that was creeping its way into my system.

"Go back to sleep," he murmured in my ear.

I didn't even shake my head or say anything. The fact that I fell asleep yet again let him know that I listened. This time I woke up on my own and I woke up in just enough time to see that we were almost at our destination. I sat up from my seat and went to get my stuff when a pair of hands grabbed my stuff first. I turned my head slightly to see that Peter was the one who was taking my stuff.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"No problem," he said returning the smile.

We walked off of the train and onto the platform only to be greeted by nothing. I looked around for any sign of life and tried not to panic. I subconsciously started to rub my stomach and was grateful that I had yet to throw up; though I was also praying that I didn't just jinx myself.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled," I heard Edmund state.

"My thoughts exactly," I mumbled under my breath.

Just when I thought I was going to cry, whether from hormones or being stuck out in the middle of nowhere I'm not sure, we heard a woman shouting. We looked around to see an elderly lady leading a cart of horses. How I would love to ride one if I wasn't two and a hald months along. There was a sudden pain in my stomach and I turned away from everyone before they knew that something was wrong. I bit my lower lip as to not scream and as quickly as it came, it was gone.

"You ok?" I heard Lucy ask as she slipped her tiny hand into mine.

"Mhm," was all I said.

"You ready?" Susan asked coming to my side.

"Sure," I said.

While everyone else was getting into the back of the wagon, I stood at the end rubbing my stomach.

"You sure you're ok?" Edmund asked.

Edmund?

"Erm, yes," I replied confused.

Since when does Edmund care about anything?

He looked at me one more time before getting into the back. Peter approached me and helped me into the cart. Once everyone was settled the lady, Mrs. Macready I came to realize, headed for the house that we were going to be staying in. The road was bumpy so I placed my arm over my stomach and buried my face into Peter's shoulder so I didn't throw up. We finally arrived at the house, mansion I should say, and I was never happier to be on land. We all got our things, Peter grabbing mine, and headed inside. Once we were inside we looked around the mansion in awe. Known of us had ever been in a house so big.

"…you need to follow," I heard Mrs. Macready say pulling me out of my daze.

"There will be no shouting…"

I really don't feel like listening to the rules. Someone could feel me in on them later. However, I did hear Mrs. Macready when she scolded Susan. I watched at Edmund and Peter shared a look trying not to laugh.

Boys.

Susan looked like she was about to start the water works so I walked up to her and swung my arm over her shoulder.

"At least you're not pregnant," I joked.

Susan gave a weak smile and we continued to follow Mrs. Macready to our rooms.

"Now," Mrs. Macready said stopping suddenly outside the rooms "which one of you is with child?"

I debated whether or not I wanted to let her know that it was me but Peter gave me a encouraging smile to step forward.

"I am," I said stepping forward with my hand slightly raised.

She just looked me up and down before showing me to my room that I would have all to myself.

"Can I be pregnant now?" Susan asked jokingly.

I rolled my eyes and entered my room. Peter came in to drop my stuff off and then went to his room that he was sharing with Edmund.

I really hope there aren't any sharp objects in there.