"Pevensie, you've to a package!" a gruff voice shouted as he entered the tent. Peter's head whipped up and he quickly caught the small pack as the man tossed it his way. His comrades looked over at him eagerly.

"Say what did you get this time Pete?" Richard asked from beside him, patting his leg eagerly. Peter chuckled at the dark haired boy whom he had quickly befriended. Peter was one of the few in his regiment that received a steady inflow of letters. Most of these men didn't have much family, if any, so Peter Pevensie's letters from home were a highlight for them. Peter was more than happy to read them to his new friends, sharing the joy of family with them. The men, or rather boys, gathered around him sitting on various cots as he carefully opened the package and began sorting through his letters. Picking up the first one, he opened it up and began reading.

Peter,

We are pleased to hear that you are faring well. Say hello to all of the others who are surely listening to you read this right now.

The men surrounding him let out a series of chuckles. Peter smirked at the letter before continuing.

Edmund is determined to join you as usual. Just the other day he snuck off to enlist while I was out getting groceries for Aunt Alberta. That twat left me to carry it all out by myself! Anyway he was caught using her paperwork so it didn't pan out like he thought it would. Put him in a sour mood for a while. Aleisa stopped by the other day. She truly misses you. She is the closest thing we have to family over here right now, and I'm forever thankful for her cheerful presence. No offense to those we are staying with but Aunt Alberta is spiteful, Uncle Harold still won't say anything other than a series of grunts and Eustace his still horrible. I still don't understand how we are related to them! Well that's all I have room for I'm afraid, I promised Edmund that I would save him some room on this letter. Stay safe and I pray to see you soon.

~Lucy~

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Pete,

Don't listen to a word she says. Yes, I have been frequenting the recruitment centers but it seems I can't do anything until I finally turn 18. I just can't sit by when you are out there serving and father and Aleisa's father our helping the war effort too. I am more than capable of fighting alongside all of you. Besides you're probably lost without me watching your back. Before you ask, Aleisa is still fine. She does miss you but I'm still looking out for her as per your request. I hope you know that you're more than lucky to have a girl like her wanting to stick with someone like you.

"He's got that right Pete!" Richard chortled, sending the rest of the group into laughter and teasing. Peter blushed a little bit but shook it off.

"Oi, shut it! At least I have a girl!" he shot back with a smirk. Richard scowled playfully as another bout of laughter filled the tent.

"Oh just read the stupid letter." He barked back with a smile. Peter chuckled before reading over the last bit.

Other than that there's not much I can really tell you. Our cousin is still as horrid as ever, terrorizing me and Lu with his sniveling ways. I can't stand that abomination. Soon Mother, Father, and Susan will be back home and we can finally leave this place. I do hope that you are there as well. It wouldn't be the same until you do. Stay safe Pete, and come home soon.

~Edmund~

Peter smiled sadly at the finished letter in his hands. Naturally he missed his siblings and the rest of his family. With a sigh he folded the letter back up and reached down for the next one. The one from America, where his parents and oldest sister currently were visiting some distant family.

My dearest Son,

Another month has gone by and I can't help but worry about you. I know you constantly tell me not to but I can't help it. I am your mother after all, therefore it's my job to worry. Send my thanks to that group of lads that are looking out for you over there. We are eternally grateful. Great aunt Isobel sends her love, I don't know if you really remember her but she sends it anyway. But to the important thing you asked of me a while ago. I have found it. My grandmother's engagement ring that you had asked about. Oh Peter it's just as beautiful and elegant as I remembered. I think Aleisa will love it. I will be sure to give it to you the next time I see you, which I hope will be soon.

"A ring Pete?! Getting serious with your bird now are we?" Cyrus, a blonde headed man piped up from beside him. Peter grinned bashfully as a series of catcalls went out. Everyone knew about Aleisa but this was the first they'd heard about how serious his feelings were for her.

"Congrats Pevensie, if you are able to get it to her after this is all over then I wish you the best….She's the one I feel sorry for, being stuck with ya." Peter growled and punched Richard in the shoulder. Richard chuckled and rubbed his arm, the cheeky smile never leaving his face.

"And if she says no you can always send her my direction." Cyrus chimed in ducking to dodge Peter's swing.

"Do you want to hear these letters or not?" Peter threatened. A chorus of shouts were pelted upon the two troublemakers who tried to duck out of the way.

"Oh come on Pete, don't be like that! You know we were just kidding with ya." Richard apologized with a friendly grin. Peter sent one last glare at him before getting back to the letter.

I can't wait until that day comes. Even more so when you finally propose to the dear girl. Oh I'm so happy for the both of you! I can tell that you love her very much and even more so that she loves you. However, I promise to keep it a secret until you actually follow through. But you know me, I won't last too long if I stay in the same room with her. Thankfully I'm not there at the moment to spoil the surprise. I don't know if I have said this enough, but your father and I are so proud of you and we love you very much. Come home soon Peter.

With all our love,

~Mother and Father and Susan~

Peter's smile slowly morphed into a small frown. His eyes teared up just a little but not letting any of them fall. They were proud of him. That was all he could ever ask for. The men in the tent sat in silence understanding the emotion of all of it. It was a big deal when a parent was proud of you. No one would make fun of that. With a small sniff Peter set down the letter, and took a moment to compose himself.

"Read this one, I'm sure it'll make you feel much better. If the perfume on it is anything to go by." Cyrus prodded, lifting up the last envelope and wafting the smell around. Peter squinted his eyes at his friend and snatched the letter away from him, thankful for the distraction. The other men chuckled at his expression, all of them knowing exactly who the letter was from. His infamous sweetheart. With a broad smile Peter opened it up.

My love,

It's been too long since I had heard from you last. Your letters seem to be the only thing that brightens my day. I love hearing from you and just knowing that you are ok. I ask that you remain that way? No insane schemes and running into the heart of trouble. I know you. Say hello to Richard and Cyrus and all the other boys with you.

"Oi, telling her about me are you? You know that's a dangerous thing. She may just leave you when she realized what a catch I am." Richard teased, puffing his chest out proudly. Peter smirked at him.

"I think I'm safe. I already told her what you look like and she wasn't that impressed." Peter quipped. Richard shot him an offended look as the others laughed at their banter.

I know that oftentimes you can't tell me, but when are you coming home my dearest. I don't mean to sound like one of those homesick wives who are pining over their soldiers but I can't help it. We've been separated before but this is different. Much worse even. Before I knew you were coming home, but now I worry that you won't and that scares me. Father does his bests to reassure me but it doesn't always work. Edmund and Lu have been very helpful however. I love those two like family ;) I stopped by the meadow the other day. The one that you took me to and we….

Peter trailed off as he scanned the letter, and impish grin spreading across his face. Everyone in the room let out a collective groan as he did. They didn't have to know everything about him and Aleisa, he got great pleasure by keeping some parts of their life to himself.

"Oh, you're the worst Pevensie! Leaving out all of the good parts!" Cyrus moaned dramatically. The others knew well enough that this was their cue to leave. Once Peter got to the intimate parts of Aleisa's letters he quickly got silent and refused to let them hear anymore.

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell Cyrus. Bedside's she's my girl, I don't have to share with you swine." Peter shot back with a grin. Cyrus and Richard stared at him with wide and playful eyes before Richard dramatically fell into Cyrus's arms.

"Oh Peter, my dearest love, how I crave you touch. Kiss me you hunk of fool!" he dramatically monologues in a high pitched voice. Cyrus burst into a fit of laughter, holding up his friend.

"Oh sod off you two!" Peter scolded, trying to hide his blush. Cyrus let him drop to the floor before walking off. Richard laughed as he dusted himself off and wiggled his eyebrows at Peter before giving him some peace and quiet. He settled back against his cot and started reading the letter silently.

And we sat under the willow with the picnic basket. It has become my spot of peace where I can dwell on all the happy memories of you. If I hadn't said it enough, I love you and I miss you. I can hardly wait until the day when you can come home to me. I will be waiting at the station for you, wearing that blue dress that you love. Until then I can dwell on the memories and the photographs that I have stashed away in my room. Please let me know how you are, I want to hear everything that's on your mind. I love you a thousand times a thousand and for all eternity. Be safe my love, and I rest assured that I shall be waiting patiently for you. I will always wait for you.

Eternally yours,

Aleisa

At the bottom was a kiss mark, made of her soft lips and his favorite lipstick shade. He would give anything to trade places with the paper and have her lips pressed gently against his own. Peter reread the letter again, tears once again springing to his eyes. How did he get so lucky to have someone as wonderful as this girl? As much as he hated this war, it was good for one thing. It brought them together. He couldn't help but think that if the war hadn't had started then they never would have met on that train years ago, and would have never met again in Narnia. She was the one that kept him going. He would get home no matter what to see her, and marry her for another lifetime. She was his one and only and he would make sure that he got as much time as possible showing her just that.