As the months passed by John grew more and more excited for his sister. This time Aleisa and Peter had decided on knowing the gender and were thrilled that John was going to get his wish of a little sister. At nearly 9 months, Aleisa had become more and more couch bound. John didn't mind as much since Peter often stayed home and when he couldn't there was a plethora of other family members more than happy to pitch in. John was perched on the sofa beside his mother as she read him a story. He was snuggled up beside her as much as he could, taking great interest in the pictures of the fairytale book. Suddenly Aleisa gasped in discomfort, fidgeting a bit. John looked up at her in worry.
"You hurt mama?" he asked her quietly. Aleisa smiled down at him, running a hand thought his hair.
"No sweetie, the baby is just fussy in there." She chuckled. John's eyes lit up and he quickly shuffled down so his head was next to her belly. Ever since the baby had started kicking, John did all he could to feel it. He loved seeing his baby sister respond to his voice.
"Hi baby. It's John." He told her tummy with a grin. Aleisa watched him fondly, smiling as the little boy ran a gentle hand over the bump.
"No wiggling in there. Mama needs to finish my story." He insisted. Aleisa chuckled. As if the baby heard his request, John felt a little kick against one of his hands. He laughed in delight at the feeling.
"She heard me!" he squealed happily, looking over at his mother. Aleisa grinned.
"She sure did. Now I think she'll be quiet so we can finish this story." She suggested. John nodded and pressed a quick kiss to her tummy before scooting back up to his previous position. As Aleisa finished reading, she looked down to spot John yawning widely, his eyes beginning to droop.
"I think it's time for you to go to bed." She whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. John mumbled in protest as usual but it was unintelligible as he yawned once more. Aleisa chuckled, before shifting a bit in attempt to get up. John noticed and leapt off the couch, grabbing her arm and pulling in hopes of helping her up. Aleisa laughed as he didn't budge her but he sure tried his hardest.
"Daddy!" John shouted urgently, grunting in effort as he tried to help his swollen mother up. Peter burst into the room, scanning the scene in alarm. He was always a bit jumpy when it came close to the due date. Noticing his son's struggle his shoulders relaxed and he grinned, making his way over to them.
"You need a little help there?" he asked in amusement. Aleisa glared playfully at him and held out her hand, wiggling her fingers for him impatiently. Peter laughed and reached down to help scoop her up, John 'assisting' him. He kept a hand on her back to steady his wife as she teetered for a moment.
"How many people does it take to lift the pregnant lady" She mused, rubbing her belly.
"Two very handsome Pevensie men. Right John?" Peter pointed out, looking down at his son with a grin.
"Right!" the little boy agreed nodding his head fervently. His parents chuckled as John yawned once more, the tugging tiring him out even more. Peter reached down to scoop him up in his arms.
"Time for bed my little helper." He suggested, letting John lean over to kiss his mother's cheek. Aleisa grinned, returning the kiss on her little boy's forehead before kissing her husband on the lips.
"Will you be alright going up the stairs or do you want me to come back down for you?" Peter asked her quietly, situating John to snuggle into his neck. Aleisa frowned in distaste.
"I'll meet you up there, but if you don't see me in 20 minutes you can come back to get me." She pouted, knowing that some days the stairs weren't her friend but she was too stubborn to accept help until absolutely necessary. Peter smiled in amusement before kissing her quickly once more.
"Sounds like a plan." He hummed before heading up to put John to bed. Aleisa smiled watching them go before glaring at the stairs before her.
"Well….here goes nothing." She muttered before making her way up, hoping to reach the top alone this time.
...
"Mama I wanna come" John pouted, watching his parents shuffle around. Aleisa's labor pains had started about an hour earlier so the two were making their way to the hospital now that her father was there to watch John. The little boy was still unsure of what was going on and didn't like the idea of his parents leaving. Aleisa sighed and knelt down as best she could.
"Not today baby. Maybe tomorrow and by then you can see your little sister for real." She told him soothingly. John pouted but nodded in understanding. Her father came over and gently grasped the little boy on the shoulders.
"Don't worry bud, we'll have some fun of our own while they're gone." He told his grandson with a smile. John's sad expression lessoned a little. His grandfather picked him up allowing his daughter and son in law to give John a kiss goodbye.
"You'll be the first one to see your sister ok?" Peter assured, ruffling his son's hair fondly. This brought out a wide grin. John and his grandfather waved as Peter and Aleisa exited the house.
...
The next morning John grumbled as a large hand shook his shoulder. He groaned in protest, burying his face farther into his pillow.
"Johnboy. It's your mama on the phone." His grandfather whispered. John instantly perked up.
"Mama?" he asked, glancing around for the missing person. Mr. Thompson smiled.
"She's on the phone downstairs." He answered. John quickly got up and led the way down to where the phone was sitting on the table. The little boy quickly picked it up.
"Mama?" he called.
"Hi baby. How did you sleep?" a tired voice asked from the other end of the line.
"I sweep good. Baby there?" he asked, eager to hear. After all he was supposed to be the first to meet the new baby.
"Yes the baby is here. How about you and grandfather come over to visit her." she suggested with a chuckle at her son's excitement. John gasped in delight.
"Okay bye mama!" he cheered, quickly hanging up the phone before dashing to the door. Before he could turn the knob, John was grabbed from behind and lifted into the air.
"Whoa there. Why don't you get dressed first little man." The older man suggested with a laugh. John nodded and dashed up the stairs the second he was set down, waiting to get over there as fast as he could.
...
Peter glanced up from the chair as he heard the sound of little feet flying down the hallway outside. That and his father in law trying to shout quietly in warning as he no doubt chased after the little boy. John bolted through the hospital door the second his grandfather had opened it. Knowing his intentions Peter quickly intercepted his son before he could leap into bed with Aleisa.
"Hey there little man. You need to settle down a little. Mama is still really tired." He warned gently, smoothing down his sons hair. Johns bit his lip sheepishly.
"Okay. Can I see mama?" he asked timidly, glancing over Peter's shoulder at his mother in the bed.
"Of course you can baby." Aleisa told him quietly with a smile. Peter carried the toddler over and set him down next to Aleisa, taking his head by her bedside once more. John quickly leaned up to gently kiss her cheek before frowning at her now small tummy.
"Where's the baby?" he asked. Aleisa chuckled, knowing he would be locked onto finding his new sister. Getting up once more, Peter gently reached in and picked up the small pink bundle of blankets. John watched with wide eyes as the bundle was placed in Aleisa's arms while Peter perched on the other side of her bed. John leaned up and blinked owlishly at the very very small person that was inside those blankets. The little girl nestled quietly against her mother's torso.
"This is your sister. Adara Jane Pevensie." Aleisa introduced with a small smile. John looked up at his mother questioningly before slowly reaching forward when she nodded. John shakily reached over to stroke the baby's soft head, heeding the adult's warnings to be gentle. Feeling the new sensation, the little girl squirmed revealing a head of dark blonde hair. She blearily opened up her eyes and Aleisa grinned, looking down at the very familiar blue eyes. This one was definitely Peter's child.
"Hi Dara.." John whispered, not quite grasping her whole name so the nickname would have to do. Peter smiled fondly, watching the little boy interact with his new sister. His little family had grown into four.