AN: I could go on about my day and the effect it had on why this wasn't up sooner..but why bother? Let's just get to the chapter, you've all been kept waiting long enough.

It was the weekend but Peter didn't really know how a weekend was different from any other weekday. How could he know about weekends when nothing had ever changed from Friday to Saturday in his life? In the nursery, he was expected to be just as quiet on weekends as on weekdays.

But he woke up with a strange feeling that there was something very different about this day after all. the strange excitement was only added to when he noticed that for the first time in five days, Mr. Pevensie was home when he woke up. Usually he was gone in the mornings and came back in the evening. But now he sat with his paper sipping coffee.

"Ah, good morning, Peter." He said when the boy entered the room. "...Pevensie." He remembered to add.

Peter smiled. "No work today?"

"No, son, today is Saturday." Mr. Pevensie explained, folding up the paper neatly into two parts before setting it down on the table. "Today, we are going to the zoo and then we are going to visit your grandmother."

Peter though he knew of something like a zoo. It was in one of Auntie's picture books. It was a sort of animal prison. Peter thought they must have been very naughty animals indeed to end up there in the first place, but he also thought he would like to see them anyway. But what seemed the most surreal of all was the 'visiting a grandmother' bit.

He'd never had a grandmother before. He knew what they were though because Adele who was the youngest of all the maids had once been singing a lullaby as she dusted the room and Gwen, noticing that the song made Peter smile, had asked Adele to teach it to her.

"It's an old song, my grandmother taught it to me." Adele had said before giving in and teaching the words of the song to Gwen.

Gwen had afterwards explained everything about Grandmothers to Peter. "You haven't got one on either side now. Bertha's gone and so's your other one...I can't remember her name. but You've got a Grandfather who's still alive, your Mum's papa."

He was very excited now that he would have one at last. "What's Grandma like?"

Mr. Pevensie grinned. "Like an old woman trying to get into heaven." He joked.

"Huh?" Peter didn't get it. After all it is a bit rough humor for a three year old.

"Dear!" Helen scolded her husband, as she wobbled into the room. This would be the last time she would be able to see her mother-in-law because soon she'd be too close to giving birth to do much of anything.

"Morning Mummy." Peter said.

"Good morning darling." She gave him a warm smile. Then she explained that his father had been joking and that Grandma Pevensie was a perfectly delightful woman.

"I didn't think that when she spanked me." Mr. Pevensie chuckled.

Mrs. Pevensie rolled her eyes at that one.

"Will Grandma spank me?" Peter asked. He hadn't gotten very many spankings other than one or two from Gwen when he refused to settle down and he hadn't liked them.

"Of course not." Mrs. Pevensie said. "She only spanks naughty children..." She eyed her husband playfully and lowered her voice. "...Like your father."

"I heard that." Mr. Pevensie laughed.

Peter giggled into the palm of his hand.

After breakfast and a long car ride, the family strolled down the walkway along the animal cages in the zoo.

"What's the elephant in for?" Peter wanted to know.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Pevensie was genuinely confused by his question.

"This is were the cops put animals that commit crimes right?" Peter asked with out so much as a hint of 'joking' in his voice.

Mr. And Mrs. Pevensie both burst out laughing. The boy honestly thought the zoo was full of animal convicts!

"What's so funny?" Peter asked wondering what in the world had caused them to react like that.

While, Mr. Pevensie tried to stop laughing, Mrs. Pevensie explained what a zoo actually was.

Peter was somewhere between pleased that the animals were good, and disappointed that they weren't excitingly evil. "Oh." Was all he said when she'd finished speaking.

"Look at that lion!" Mr. Pevensie gasped pointing to an enclosure where a huge manned lion stood staring back at them.

"Lion." Peter smiled at the large feline that seemed to give him a strange all-knowing sort of look before shaking its mane and slowly walking away. "I like lions." He decided.

After they left the zoo, they drove several miles to Grandma Pevensie's house. (Because it was so far away they'd have to stay the night)

Grandma Pevensie's house was small and almost engulfed in muli-colored flowers and shrubs. The house itself was painted a bright blue and the door was painted orange. Leading up to the door, there where three stone steps that had been painted wood-brown but cracked in some places where the original gray-stone color peeked through.

Mr. Pevensie rang the door bell which rather than going 'ding dong' played what might have once been a soft-tune love song but due to it being an old bell, now sounded more like a caribou breaking wind.

The door opened and a lady who's eyes were such a dark blue it they looked almost purple-black, with snow-white hair stood there.

"Mother," Mr. Pevensie said proudly. "I would like you to met your new grandson, Peter."

Grandma Pevensie smiled at him. She had heard quite a bit about the little boy they'd adopted. "Aren't you just a darling." She said, beaming down at the little boy. Then she turned to Mrs. Pevensie. "You've gotten so big, Helen. Soon I'll have two grandchildren to spoil." Then she laughed to herself and added, "Unless, god forbid, you have twins, then I'll have three."

They all followed Grandma Pevensie into the kitchen. She opened a cupboard and pulled out a cow-shaped cookie jar. "Let's see if grandma can't get little Peter a snack." She lifted the lid and held the jar out to him.

Peter pulled out a cookie and started munching on it. "Thank you." he said with his mouth full. Then he asked where the bathroom was. (It had been a very long trip over).

"How old is he again?" Grandma Pevensie asked them as soon as Peter left the room. "You told me before, but my mind's not as sharp as it used to be."

"He turned four yesterday." Mr. Pevensie told her.

"Ow!" A sudden scream came from Mrs. Pevensie as she grabbed her belly and moaned, "I think I'm in labor."

Mr. Pevensie helped her back out to the car. "Mother, could you watch Peter for a few hours while I get my wife to the hospital?"

"Of course! Now go before Helen gives birth in the car." Grandma Pevensie told him, practically shoving her son out the door. "And for the love of all that's holy don't stop just because you see a red light! She's in labor for god's sake!"

Flush Peter came back from the bathroom. "Where's mum and dad?"

"Your parents will be back soon." She assured him. "Now why don't we go do a nice old-fashioned puzzle?" She pulled out a cardboard box from a draw.

He didn't answer, just blinked in confusion.

"Look, it's a kitty." Grandma Pevensie added, showing her new grandson the picture on the box.

"Where's mum and dad?" He asked again.

"Er...they went to get the new baby..." She said quickly as she led him into the living room and started spreading out the puzzle pieces on the coffee table.

"But they already have the baby." Peter said looking at the puzzle and trying to figure out if the piece closest to him was the cat's ear or the tip of it's tail. "It's in Mum's belly, it kicked my hand."

"But it can't stay in there forever, dear." Grandma Pevensie started connecting the pieces that formed the cat's hind leg.

"How's it going to get out?" Peter asked. "And how'd it get in there in the first place?"

"I'll tell you when you're older." She said working even more intently on the puzzle now. "Let's see if we can't find the other part of this kitty-fellow's paw."

After the puzzle was half done and they'd had supper, Peter started yawning.

"It's bedtime for you, young man." Grandma Pevensie told him.

"Mum and dad...they're coming back...right?" Peter asked, thinking of Elise and Jacob for the first time in a nearly a week.

"Of course they are dear." Grandma Pevensie said. "Why would you think otherwise?"

Peter shrugged not really wanting to talk about it. He was then taken to a guest room and tucked into a flower-patterned bed sheet. "Goodnight, Grandma." He yawned as he started to fall asleep.

"Goodnight sweetheart." She said. She turned off the light and then wondered if maybe the boy was afraid of the dark. "I'll leave the door open and the hall light on." She said almost as much to herself as to him.

The next morning, Peter slept in late and when he woke up and walked down stairs, he saw Mrs. Pevensie holding something in a pink blanket in her arms. Mr. Pevensie was smiling down at it and Grandma was looking all teary-eyed at the thing.

"Baby?" Peter asked pointing to the blanket.

"Yes." Helen told him. "Her name is Susan." She held the baby a little lower so Peter could see her. She was a small, pale-skinned baby with bright blue eyes.

Peter held out his finger and Susan grabbed onto it. She had a surprisingly tight grip for such a little baby.

"She's so little." Peter said in a tone of wonder, noticing how much tinier the baby's fingers were than his.

"Of course she is." Mr. Pevensie said. "She was just born yesterday."

"Isn't she the sweetest thing?" Mrs. Pevensie sighed looking down at her daughter.

"I wonder what sort of live she'll lead." Grandma Pevensie said thoughtfully. "She's so regal looking. She'll probably marry a king when she grows up."

"Yeah, right." Mr. Pevensie laughed. "A king...honestly mother..."

Peter laughed too, he liked it when the whole family laughed together. But he had the strangest feeling that Grandma Pevensie was right. That Susan really was regal looking to the point of having the face of a king's bride. And for some reason, he kept thinking of lions as well. He wondered if Susan liked lions too.

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