*Author hides under her kitchen table in hope of not being trampled by an angry mob.* Okay, hi again! I'm sorry this is once again up later than I expected, I was almost finished when my computer had a spazz attack and it didn't auto recover, which left me to mourn the loss of it. This is the last chapter, and its kind of sad for it to be over, yet at the same time a relief. There are several different POVs in this chapter, including a new perspective. I put them in bold to avoid confusion.

's POV.

Life was generally good right now. I had my children on my side, Peter was going to be fine. And I'd spent last night with the boys. I suppose there is not much more I could ask for. With things going the way they are, I'm to believe we are being watched over. I am ready for life to return to a state of semi-normalness, I've earned it, haven't I?

I sat at the kitchen table with the morning paper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Not much was new with the world today. I suppose no news is good news. I was getting quite engaged in an article about the American government, when I heard a shrill yell from upstairs. I immediately feared I had lost something that I had only just gained. And I quickly navigated my way up the stairs.

I arrived at the room that held the source of the noise. I was just about to throw the door open when I heard something else, something that made me stop-a giggle. The shriek had been one of mirth. Nobody was injured, or ill, or in danger of any way shape or form, they were just being kids, laughing and having a good time. This made me smile as I retreated to my place downstairs. Maybe I'll be able to catch my favorite program on the radio.

ED's POV

"SU!" I yell.

"Well, it's true!" She responds shaking with laughter.

"He did look just like a little piglet!" Lucy chimes in.

"Oink, Oink" she continues through her giggles.

"Pig, or no pig, he will leave our Susan alone," says a strong, rich baritone from the opposite side of the room.

Boy, is it good to have Pete back! I sure missed him. I smile as I think back to the incident they are referring to. Some boy, Banks or something, had been following Susan around. She came home in tears. As usual, Peter saved the day. He stood in-front of her protectively. The kid swung at him and one could hear the sound of his fist connecting with my brother's jaw. Peter just stood there he straightened up and stood tall and proud, looking more kingly than ever. He stared at the boy straight in the eye and said, "Don't you even think about coming near my sister again." The fellow bolted, and none of us have seen him since. As I exited my train of thought, and observed my surroundings, I noticed the topic of conversation had changed yet again.

1 WEEK LATER

Peter's POV

"Well son, looks like you are almost set. Like I said before, it will take a while until you are full-strength, but you can return to most of your usual daily activities, just be sure to rest every now and then- okay?"

"Of course, doctor." I reply, smiling like an idiot.

"Alright, lad, take it easy."

I nod my thanks as he leaves the room and I here him speaking to dad downstairs about something or other. The others decided to go for a stroll after I insisted I would be fine here alone. I decided I would surprise them.

I showered and dressed. I became frustrated at the amount of energy this otherwise simple task seemed to take. Slowly I mad my way downstairs and onto the front porch. There I gladly take a seat on the old, wooden swing.

I reminisced about the summer that my father let me help him put the swing up. I recall him making holes into the porch ceiling and attaching loop like things. I also recall him assisting me in cutting the rope, so both pieces were the same length. We each tied a side to the plank of wood that had two circular openings across from one another. Now, I realize Dad must have retied my side when I wasn't looking, because at six, I was barely able to tie my shoes. This thought caused me to smile. Hooks were attached to the ends of the rope and Dad put me upon his shoulders so I was able to link the "loops" and holes together. I had been so proud. I made Mom and the others come and look at MY handiwork. Dad told me that since I had helped that I could have the first ride on it. I turned to 2 year old Edmund and asked if he would like my turn. He squealed with glee as I gave him a push. That had made missing my turn worthwhile.

"Peter!"

I turned my head to the side to see Lucy bound up the walkway and throw her arms around me. I shot a smile at Ed and Susan over the top of Lu's dark head. I knew they were as happy as Lucy just by the look on their faces. Finally Lucy let go and proceed to sit on my lap. She talked about everything. Who they saw on their walk, what kinds of dogs they met, about how they stopped at the park and so on. Don't get me wrong, I was more than happy to listen to what she had to say, but I was exhausted. I wouldn't let them know that, knowing Ed and Su they would force me to bed, for yet another week.

I tried to stifle a yawn, but I know Edmund saw it.

"Peter! You look utterly exhausted, shouldn't you be going to bed?" he said looking at me concernedly.

I laughed to myself, of course Ed was being a worrywart, but I decided to humor him.

"I suppose."

I stood up, not realizing how drained I actually was. I swayed on my feet, and would have crumpled to the ground had my siblings no rushed to steady me.

"Lion's mane, Peter!" my brother whispered under his breath.

I sent him a goofy half smile that was returned. He just shook his head as they led me inside. We passed my father as he sat at the table.

"Is everything alright?" he asked

"Fine" I said weakly

He got up and approached the group. He put a hand on my back.

"You had an awful lot of patience to listen to such a detailed description of their adventure." He whispers in my ear.

I shot him a questioning look.

"I opened the fornt window" he explains

"You have really grown up, and become responsible, Peter."

"Well, I learn from the best." I send him a smile.

Tears well in his eyes as he pats me on the shoulder and quietly utters, "Good man, son, good man."

I can only smile stupidly and reach over to hug him. Then I continue up the stairs, quite ready for a nap.

Mr. Pevensie's POV

I watched his back as he moved up the stairs slowly. I grin. I'm so proud of my boy- my son, Peter.

THE END

Okay I know it isn't great, its my first fanfic. So any thoughts: the good, the bad, the ugly, please review, so I may better myself as a writer. I want to say thank you to all of my reviewers, you're the reason I keep writing! Special shout-out to Queen Su, Fierce Queen, Aslan is Love, Princess Lucy, RenesmeeCullen101, and to any other of my amazing loyal reviewers. I'll have a few more ones-shots up and I have a possible idea for a multi-chapter fic so stay tuned!

~Kaywells