January 5 had turned out to be a pleasant day. The sky was clear and there was no snowstorm outside, leaving the roads fairly clear. The buzz of the holidays had worn off and Aleisa had elected to spend her day on the couch by the fireplace. For her last month of pregnancy, she had been restricted bedrest. Or at least that's what she was supposed to do, the stubborn woman had worn down the doctor to just restrict her to the house. Aleisa was reading one of her books, absently rubbing her swollen stomach as she scanned over the pages. In addition to her 'house arrest', Peter had been adamant about having someone at the house while he was out on jobs. Today it was Edmunds turn.

"Alright, here is that tea that you requested." Edmund sauntered back into the room, handing the warm cup to his sister-in-law.

"Thanks Ed, sorry about having you run around everywhere." She apologized, sipping on her warm beverage. Edmund chuckled as he plopped down on the chair beside her, grabbing his newspaper.

"Well I know you're just being lazy." He quipped. Aleisa glared playfully at him.

"If I could get up from this position I would smack you." She taunted, causing Edmund to laugh. The two fell in to a peaceful silence; however, it was broken by Aleisa gasping suddenly. Edmund whipped his head up to watch her worriedly.

"Are you ok?" he asked, sitting up to look at her properly. Aleisa hissed as she waved him off.

"I'm fine, just some pains here and there. I guess little one is active." She groaned, trying to rub away the pain in her lower stomach. Edmund wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure? This hasn't happened before and Pete didn't say anything about this when he left an hour ago." Edmund stood up to walk over to her, gently pulling the tea out of her hand and kneeling next to her.

"I'm fine Ed, I've just been having some pregnancy hiccups lately." She assured, relaxing as he pain eased.

"Hiccups?...like what?" he questioned warily. Aleisa shrugged, not wanting to get him all worked up.

"Like this morning, I lost some bladder control after Peter woke up, and for the past hour I've been having little pains here and there." She shrugged off. Edmund however stared at her incredulously.

"How often?" he asked, the gears in his head starting to turn. Aleisa stared up at him, the same thoughts starting to click now.

"….every few minutes or so." She muttered in realization. Both of their eyes widened simultaneously.

"I'm in labor….Ed I'm in labor….." she gasped a smile breaking onto her face. The pain hadn't been excruciating as she imagined so she had been dismissing it. How could she be so dense. Edmund however stared at her horrified.

"What….no you can't do that! You're supposed to wait for Peter not me!" he nervously rambled, running a hand through his hair.

"Ed, don't you go freaking out on me. I swear if you flip out on me…"

"I'm not freaking out…who's freaking out…I'm fine!" he quickly denied, standing up and pacing around the room unable to decide what to do first.

"W…what..what am I supposed to do?" he asked her. Aleisa stared up at him as she calmly began easing herself off the sofa.

"You call Peter's work and get ahold of him and I'll grab my hospital bag. Tell him to meet me at the there." She explained. Edmund nodded before darting off.

"Ed…..the phone is in the kitchen." She called, amused at how flustered the boy was. All she saw was a blur of black hair as Edmund sped into the correct room this time. Aleisa quickly and carefully began gathering last minute things such as a coat and shoes while Ed frantically tried to get ahold of his brother who was out on a job. Once he did all he could, Ed rushed back out and helped Aleisa into the car he had borrowed from his father.

"Are you going to be ok to drive?" she inquired, watching him carefully. Edmund nodded and took a deep breath.

"Yea I'll be fine. Sorry about that." He apologized, glancing at her sheepishly. Aleisa gasped and clutched his arm as another wave of pain hit, this time with more gusto. Edmund groaned right along with her as he could feel her nails digging into his arm. With a wince, he quickly pullout out of the drive and started towards the hospital.

...

Peter pushed his way into the building, weaving in and out of all the people that were moving much to slow for his preference. Eventually he made his way to the front desk, causing the receptionist to jump as he slammed himself against it, breathing heavily. The woman watched with wide eyes as he scrambled to gain a proper breath.

"Wife…Baby…..Pevensie." he eventually managed to huff out, gulping in more oxygen. The lady smiled knowingly as she reached over to check the chart for the name.

"You're wife came in about a half hour ago Mr. Pevensie, I'll have a nurse clean you up and bring you to her." she assured warmly. Peter nodded numbly and looked around the room as he waited for someone to come get him. He spotted his brother off to the side, eyes lock on a spot on the wall as he sat quietly.

"Ed?" Peter asked as he walked over towards him. Edmund looked up at his brother and grinned, standing to greet him with a bro hug.

"Pete, I'm glad you're here." He gushed, obviously stressed out by the whole situation.

"Thanks for bringing her. She ok?" Peter quickly asked, biting his lip nervously. Ed grinned at him.

"She's fine and I'm ok now. Glad it's not my child." He assured with a chuckle. Soon enough a nurse called for Peter. Edmund nodded to him and slapped him comfortingly on the back before the man took off. After cleaning up some Peter finally made his way into the room where his wife was. Aleisa glared at him as he entered.

"It's about damn time!" she shouted at him as another wave of pain kicked in. Peter's eyebrows rose up into his hairline at the greeting. The older doctor chuckled at his expression.

"Don't worry son, it's a normal thing for your wife to hate you in labor." He assured, smiling at the obviously new father to be. Peter grinned nervously as he made his way over to her side.

"I'm sorry but I'm here now." Peter whispered as he grabbed Aleisa's hand and kissed her brow.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"You're gonna get it once I get out of this bed."

"Of course dear." Peter instantly agreed with his wife, cautious not to upset her any more. Aleisa gripped onto his hand tightly as another wave hit and she groaned.

"Alright deary, its time to push." The doctor calmly told her. Aleisa's eyes widened as the thought hit her. She looked up to Peter with a bit of fear. Peter smiled down at her in what he hoped was a comforting smile.

"Come on, babe you can do it." He urged. Aleisa sighed shakily and groaned as another wave hit and she began to push. The process continued for another few agonizing hours until finally a loud cry was heard. Aleisa sagged against the bed, and laughed in exhaustion as she heard the sound. Peter froze and stared at the nurses who had quickly come over to help clean the baby that was now squealing in their arms.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie, you have a very healthy baby boy." The doctor announced with a grin. The couple choked on a laugh and grinned at one another.

...

"Oh, he's so beautiful!" Lucy quietly squealed as she was passed the little bundle. Edmund had quickly gathered up his family and Aleisa's father to visit the newborn. Peter sat on the bed next to his wife, holding her securely against his frame. Aleisa smiled over at her little son in Lucy's arms, while she contentedly nuzzled against her husband.

"Thank you." Aleisa smiled softly, still tired from all the labor. Lucy grinned as she gently passed the newborn back to his mother. Peter smiled down at him as he yawned and blinked open his eyes to stare up at his parents in curiosity.

"Aw! He looks like Aleisa! That's so precious!" Susan commented as the family got a good look at the sea green coloring in his eyes. The little boy had been given a tuft of dark hair and green eyes like his mother, much to Peter's pleasure. Yet his facial structure resembled that of his father which made Aleisa very happy.

"Well he had to get the good looks from somewhere, we all know Peter's genes wouldn't do it." Edmund quipped. The group chuckled while Peter sent his brother an unamused look before grinning. Nothing could dampen his mood now.

"So, what did you name him?" Mrs. Pevensie questioned as she watched from the couch where she and her husband were perched. Aleisa held out a finger to the boy, who latched onto it instantly with his tiny fist. Aleisa looked up at Peter and they shared a grin. Peter cleared his throat and looked around the room.

"John Edmund Pevensie." He told announced proudly. Aleisa glanced over at her father who had teared up a little.

"We wanted a bit of both families for his name. So we took John from you, and Edmund from well….Edmund." she explained, her heightened emotions causing her to cry at the sight of her father. Mr. Thompson could only nod in response and he leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead.

"I love the name, nice and manly." Her father grinned. They all chuckled and glanced over to Edmund who was still silent.

"Ed?" Aleisa questioned in concern.

"I…I was only kidding about naming him after me." He weakly protested.

"Ed, you're an important part of our life. And we had decided on it way before you even mentioned it." Aleisa assured him. Edmund beamed at them.

"Alright everyone visiting hours are over." A nurse politely butted in as she entered the room. With promises of returning the group eventually filed out after they said their goodbyes. Once they had left the nurse carefully placed the child into his crib beside Aleisa and checked mother and son over before taking her leave for the night. Peter took his head on the side of her bed once more and stared down at his son. His son….the thought was weird to him yet he was growing to love it.

"He's beautiful." Peter muttered, beaming at his wife who shared his grin.

"Yes he is." She agreed. Aleisa held up her hand to cover a yawn. Peter smiled softly and crawled up to lie next to his wife on the bed. Aleisa eagerly snuggled up against him, making sure she still had a view of her son as she lied on Peter's chest.

"I love you." She whispered, looking up at him.

"I know."

"I didn't mean anything I said to you in my pain induced frenzy."

"Of course dear." Aleisa giggled at the familiar phrasing. Peter chuckled along with her and pulled her in closer to him. He nuzzled into her hair, with a stupid grin on his face. As Aleisa and his son drifted off to sleep, Peter sighed in contentment. His little boy was finally out in the world. His family had just become even more perfect.