Chapter 10
Peter's dream
Peter slept soundly in the large bed which had been created for him and his queen. Elektra lay in his arms, her bare skin touching his, deep in sleep. But Peter could not sleep. In truth he had slept a little it had awoken when a fleeting thought had crossed his unconscious mind. What had happened to his son, Peter? Had he survived long in Jadis' care if at all? Would they be reunited again, here in Aslan's country? These questions flooded his mind and no answers came to him- well except one... Aslan only knows.
Peter made a mental note, that if he ever saw the great lion himself again, he would ask him. Another question prodded his mind now. Would he and the Narnian people be able to populate his country? More so, would he be allowed another chance at fatherhood? This time to be there and raise his children with Elektra and not leave her to do it alone?
Peter realised this had always been his dream- to be a father and a husband in both his old world of England and here in Narnia, especially after he had met Elektra, all those years ago. Oh, how he had loved watching her grow with the twins inside of her. Those 9 months of watching her pregnancy progress and the first 6 months of the twins lives had been the happiest he had known and he thought on how terribly awful it had been when it had ended. Unbeknownst to Lucy and the others, Peter had tried to get back the night they returned- to get back to Elektra and the twins, to no avail. Nod did they know they he had sat up many a night after that with the professor talking of Narnia and his adulthood there as well as the family he'd had. The professor had counselled him as one might when they have been widowed or bereaved and as the weeks passed before the return to school, Peter had got better and had coped easier with it, but it had never completely left him, that sense of longing.
The boys at Hendon House, Peter's boarding school, had been jealous when he had told them of the girl he had met on a trip away to the country with his siblings- he had never told them the truth about Elektra but he had talked of her often, as if they were still in contact as time passed. Peter would have loved to have shown Elektra his strange home and have got her to meet his friends and his parents, but he knew that would not have been possible.
Perhaps one day he would be able to explain things about his past life in England to her. Maybe. But for now he was just going to enjoy her company and all the time they had together.
Dreams could wait, reality came first. Currently the reality was that Elektra was stirring from her sleep and he turned his attention to her, kissing her awake and then proceeding to love her and show her how much he cared about her through the pleasures of marriage, as he had done earlier that evening.