"Dada…..can you say Dada? Come on…what about just Da?" John looked up at his father curiously, his green eyes watching as the blonde man fawned over him and offered encouragement.

"You can do it…Da-Da…..Dada?"

"Peter?"

"Yes, dear?"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Peter.."

"Hmmm?"

"…..he's only 2 weeks old." Peter frowned and looked over at his wife who was leaning against the doorframe, trying not to snicker at him.

"So?" he countered lamely. Aleisa rolled her eyes.

"So I don't think you're going to get anywhere doing that." She pointed out, making her way over towards her boys. Peter huffed and smiled down at his little son who was lying back on his father's thighs.

"Nothing wrong with getting a head start. You never know, my boy might be a genius." He grinned widely at her as she plopped onto the sofa beside him. Aleisa smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, which he was more than happy to oblige. The sound of little fussy noises alerted the couple and the two glanced down at John. The baby instantly stopped once he saw his parent's eyes focused on him once more. Aleisa giggled and leaned her head on Peter's shoulder, just staring down at him. She held out a finger and smiled proudly as John quickly latched on and held tightly to it.

"It's still kinda weird." Peter whispered thoughtfully. Aleisa looked at him in confusion.

"Being parents, I mean." He elaborated. Aleisa hummed, and continued playing with her son.

"True, but I'd like to think we've done a pretty good job so far. I mean it's not like we've dropped John on his head or anything." She mused with a small grin. Peter winced and groaned. Aleisa instantly stiffened and stared at him with wide and alarmed eyes.

"I have a confession…" Peter mumbled.

"What?!" she screeched and rapidly snatched her child from Peter, frantically looking him over. John whined in displeasure having been removed from his comfortable position. Peter however was bursting at the seams in laughter. Seeing that her little boy was just fine, just disgruntled, she glared at her husband hatefully.

"That's not funny you arse!" she growled, holding her baby close for comfort. John hummed contentedly as he settled his head onto his mother's shoulder. Peter continued laughing, trying to get composed for his wife's benefit.

"Oh come on….it was kinda funny….you should have seen your face" he told her through snickers. Aleisa glared at him, not amused. She huffed and stood up, taking John up the stairs.

"Aleisa, hon don't me mad." Peter called, watching them go. Aleisa turned and pursed her lips at him.

"We are going to take a nap for an hour or so. When I come back down I hope you regain a sense of humor." She retorted and continued on. Peter sighed and rolled his eyes but still grinned. He knew she would laugh about this later, it was just in bad taste to do that to a new mother.

...

Peter groaned as the sound of crying broke through his deep slumber. He blearily opened his eyes only to be met with darkness. This whole waking up every few hours was getting tiring on him and his wife. He glanced down at Aleisa, just making out the furrowing of her brows as she struggled to wake up. She mumbled something incoherently and began shifting around, making an attempt to get out of bed. Peter quickly grabbed her shoulder.

"You sleep, I'll grab him." he whispered into her hair, planting a kiss on her head. She hummed before drifting back to sleep. He smiled and easily maneuvered out from underneath her arms that were draped across his chest. He quietly padded over to where their son was across the hall. Making his way over to the crib he reached down to pick up his little son. John continued whimpering as he was picked up and rocked by his father.

"You hungry little man?" Peter cooed, making his way down the stairs carefully. Once he reached the bottom, he flicked on a lamp and made his way into the kitchen where they kept some spare formula for when Peter woke up to feed him. He tried to take over at least half of the night shifts as Aleisa was the one staying with him when he was out working. Peter hated that his wife was constantly exhausted but it was to be expected in the first months. However, despite the obvious hardships of adjusting to parenthood, Peter wouldn't change it for the world. He deeply loved his son and relished in the times he got to spend with his boy. Sometimes he wondered if this was how his father felt when he was born, it was strange to think about.

"Alright, here we go. I prefer a good steak myself but to each his own." Peter whispered down at the little boy who was watching him with wide eyes as he guzzled down his snack. Peter grinned down at him, swaying back and forth as he held the bottle for him. Once John was satisfied Peter made his way over to the couch and burped the boy before lounging back. He reclined across the couch, settling his son on his chest.

"With the way you eat, you should be big in no time." He joked, tilting his head to watch his son's face. John blinked owlishly and whined, obviously not wanting to go back to sleep. Peter chuckled and began rubbing his back soothingly.

"Come on buddy its time for bed. Daddy wants to sleep some too you know." He muttered, still rubbing John's back. The little boy cooed in protest but eventually lost the battle. Once he was sure John was fast asleep Peter shifted into a more comfortable position before nodding off himself.

...

"Edmund it's a baby not the plague." Lucy quipped, watching her brother hold the baby hesitantly. It was obvious that he was terrified of his nephew, or rather terrified that he would break him. Edmund shot her a terrified look for a short moment before his attention was grabbed by a wail. His eyes grew in alarm as John continued to cry and fuss, not liking how he was being held. Aleisa quickly looked into the room, reacting to her son's distressed cry. However once she saw the situation she relaxed and smiled in amusement.

"He's crying, why is he crying?!" Edmund asked frantically. Aleisa giggled and easily swooped in to pick the child up, getting instant silence as she did. Lucy laughed.

"It's fine Ed, you were just holding him funny." She pointed out. Edmund frowned, disgruntled that his own nephew didn't like him. Aleisa smiled down at him comfortingly.

"Here, let me help." She suggested. Edmund watched the baby warily as he was situated in his arms once more. This time John only fussed for a moment before relaxing into the new hands. The two stared at one another curiously, causing Aleisa and Lucy to burst into laughter.

"Its kinda freaky how he's the perfect mixture of the both of you." Edmund pointed out. Aleisa grinned and looked down at her son fondly.

"Yea but it's also kinda cool. He's his own little person." She corrected. Lucy smiled at her, the pride of being John's mother was blatantly obvious.

"I want one." She muttered wistfully. Aleisa and Edmund shot her an incredulous look.

"Once I get married of course." Lucy elaborated with a blush.

"I don't know they seem like a hassle." Edmund countered.

"Hey, that's your nephew you're talking about." Aleisa scolded playfully. Ed just shrugged before looking down at the thing in his arms.

"Yea that's the great part, I don't have to take care of him all day. If I get tired of him I can just send him home to you." He pointed out with a cheeky grin. Aleisa shook her head but smiled none the less.