Peter and Edmund were out back in the yard while the girls were inside, working on Susan's wedding. The two men had opted to staying out of their hair, deeming it the safer route. John was sitting contentedly on the grass, pulling it out and throwing it back to the ground in a fit of giggles. Edmund kept an eye on his nephew while Peter was busy fiddling with some shelves Aleisa had wanted for their sitting room.

"Has he been talking much lately?" Edmund asked curiously, still watching the little boy destroy the grass in front of him. Peter grinned and glanced down at his son.

"Yea, lots of babbling but some words are starting to come through." He explained. As if knowing they were talking about him John looked up and grinned at the two men above him.

"Ain't that right Johnny Boy?" Peter asked him. John merely mumbled out a series of gurgles in response.

"So what ended up being his first word? I heard Aleisa talking about a bet you all had made on what it would be." Edmund asked. Immediately Peter frowned and glanced away in a pout.

"She claims it was 'mama' but I wasn't here so I still say it doesn't count." He muttered. Edmund barked out a laugh at how put out his brother was about this.

"Mama…mammamama." John babbled excitedly, rubbing salt in the wound. Peter rolled his eyes and ruffled the silky mop of hair on top of his son's head.

"Well it sure is his favorite word anyway." He groaned but grinned regardless.

"Don't worry, I'm working on getting him to say my name. Right John, you'll be saying uncle Ed before too long right?" he cooed down excitedly at the boy.

"Eb..Eb.." John chirped, repeating the name he had been learning. Edmund shrugged.

"Close enough." He chuckled.

"So when are you going to get your wife pregnant again?" Ed blurted out jokingly as Peter went to hammer in another nail but ended up missing and caught his finger instead.

"Ah, Damn! Look what you made me do you moron." he yelped in pain, instantly dropping his tools and shaking his hand. Edmund just snickered at his brother's pain, earning a glare.

"Dam! Dam!" a small voice chirped happily below them. Peter's eyes widened comically and he stared down at his son who was grinning.

"Aleisa is going to kill you." Edmund warned, staring down at his nephew nervously. If John had truly added that word to his vocab, his sister in law would not be happy. Peter quickly picked up John and looked at him sternly. The little boy just stared at his father curiously.

"No John, we don't say that ok?" he instructed, hoping his son would understand.

"Dam!" apparently, he hadn't. Peter groaned in despair. He was in so much trouble.

...

Inside Susan, Lucy, Aleisa, and Mrs. Pevensie were sitting round the living room scanning over the various magazines and sample books that Susan had brought over.

"Oh this is giving me a headache." Susan moaned dramatically as she flopped backwards onto the sofa. Everyone snickered at her dramatics.

"But it's a good headache though right, this is your wedding after all so we all know you secretly love this." Aleisa commented knowingly. Susan grinned and didn't protest.

"Do you think John will be walking by the time my wedding comes? She asked curiously. Susan had her whole family in her wedding party and was eager to include John in any way she could.

"Maybe, he's almost a year old but I don't know how well he will be able to walk. We'll just have to work on it I guess." Aleisa chuckled.

"Alright then we'll just have to adjust the procession when the time gets closer." Susan hummed. Before the group of women could continue into wedding details the back door opened up. Everyone turned to spot Edmund bringing John into the room while Peter went off into the kitchen. As usual all the girls coed at the sight of the little toddler who was eagerly reaching for his mother.

"Well hi baby, did you have fun with Daddy and Uncle Ed outside?" Aleisa beamed, holding up the boy who was giggling as he was raised in the air. John continued to babble happily in response. Aleisa grinned as she plopped him into her lap and glanced up at Edmund. She frowned, curious as to why he was staring at John nervously, as if waiting for him to do something.

"Ed, everything ok?" Lucy asked in confusion. Ed's eyes widened, realizing everyone was looking at him.

"Oh yea everything's fine." he shrugged. Peter walked in, holding a small cloth full of ice in his hand.

"Peter what did you do?" Aleisa asked, grabbing his hand gently, still managing to keep one arm around her squirmy son.

"Just caught my finger is all, nothing major just stings." He assured, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

"Dam!" John squealed excitedly when he spotted his father. Peter froze and slowly pulled away from his wife's lips.

"What was that?" Aleisa asked incredulously, staring down at the little boy.

"Dam…Dam…Dam!" John giggled, snuggling into his mother's sides. Aleisa pursed her lips tightly.

"Peter where did he learn that word?" she asked him tensely. Peter and Edmund shared a sheepish glance, hoping the other would step up to the plate.

"Well…you know when I said I caught my finger.." he winced.

"Peter Theodore Pevensie, where do you get off talking like that around your son!" His mother shouted angrily, causing the boys to shrink even more in embarrassment.

"Look I swear it was an accident!" he apologized looking to his furious wife pleadingly.

"Peter you know that he is at the age where he repeats everything, you should have been more careful." She scolded heatedly. John continued playing with her hair, oblivious to the argument going on around him. Edmund held in a snicker at his brother's remorseful expression.

"Don't you laugh, you're just as guilty as he is!" she snapped, silencing him. Edmund gaped at her.

"What did I do?!" he asked her incredulously.

"You should have stopped him." Aleisa pointed out in a 'duh' tone. Ed scoffed.

"Oh come on Aleisa…"

"Why don't you two just go back outside, I'll keep John in here with civilized conversation. He doesn't need to acquire bad habits this early." Aleisa coolly told them. Peter pouted but dragged his brother after him when he realized there was no winning this argument. Especially when he mother and sisters where in the room taking her side.

"Now look what you did." Edmund muttered sourly as the two walked back outside.

"Shut up Ed." Peter growled.