A week had gone by and the family had returned home from a Christmas Eve dinner with Peter's family. John had been asleep not long after they started home and hadn't woken up once while Peter hauled the boy up to his bedroom across the hall. Peter sighed tiredly as he glanced back at his son and shut the door before walking over to his own bedroom. Opening up the door he frowned, spotting his wife analyzing herself in the mirror. He watched from the doorway as she stood in her nightdress, twisting and turning while flattening the fabric against her torso with a frown.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, walking in and shutting the door behind him. Aleisa pursed her lips and glanced at him in the mirror.

"Am I getting fat?" she asked with a pout. Peter's brows shot up in surprise at the question.

"What?" he asked, making his way towards her. Aleisa sighed as she analyzed herself in the full length mirror.

"Susan made a comment about my eating habits and it just got me thinking about my weight." She explained sadly.

"Susan called you fat?" he asked, irritated that his sister would even begin to insinuate that.

"No, she just made a passing comment about how I seem to be eating more." Aleisa hummed. She stared at herself in the mirror, suddenly hyper aware of how her body had thickened recently. Peter sighed and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a loving kiss to her temple.

"You're not fat. I think you're beautiful." He hummed sincerely. Aleisa just pursed her lips still insecure about the whole thing. Peter shifted her so he could tilt her face towards him and pressed a kiss to her lips. Not breaking away he began kissing her deeply, running his hands along her sides. He hated when Aleisa thought she was anything other than her fantastic and beautiful self and he wanted nothing more than to show her exactly how much he adored her. As his hands ran along her stomach he paused, running his thumb across it once more. He gently pulled away and frowned at her thoughtfully. Now that she mentioned it something did feel a little different.

"What?" she inquired softly, curious as to what had caused him to stop.

"What if you're not fat?" he muttered. Aleisa screwed up her face in confusion.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" she asked, completely lost. Peter looked down and continued to run his thumb along the base of her stomach.

"Other than the eating have you been feeling off at all?" he asked her instead. Aleisa hummed and leaned her head against his chest as she thought. The two of them quietly standing in one another's arms.

"Sort of I guess, I mean I've been feeling more tired recently. But I just thought that was me chasing after an active toddler." She answered. As if finally picking up on his train of thought she looked up at him with a hesitant smile.

"You don't think…."

"Well I mean we have been trying." Peter pointed out, his eyes lighting up. Aleisa bit her lip, restraining an excited grin.

"The soonest I could get an appointment is day after Christmas." Aleisa told him, already bubbling with excitement at the very thought of another little Pevensie. Peter grinned and leaned down once more to kiss her gently on the lips, beaming the whole time. With that he turned to get dressed for bed while Aleisa crawled under the covers, snuggling into the warmth of her comforter. Peter soon slipped in behind her and wrapped his wife up into his arms, nuzzling her hair contentedly.

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"Up! Up!" a little voice cheered from beside the bed. Peter groaned and tried to hide deeper into the covers, just knowing it was too early for this.

"Dada up!" John insisted, fumbling as he slowly pulled himself onto his parent's bed. Peter moaned once again as he pulled the covers over his head. He cracked open an eye as he heard the low giggling from the woman next to him. Aleisa was grinning with her eyes still closed. John, not liking being ignored scrambled on top of his father's chest and tugged at the blankets. He giggled at the frown on his father's face once he finally pried the blankets off his head.

"Dada Kismas!" John cheered with a grin, pressing his hands on Peter's cheeks as if to emphasize the importance of the occasion. Peter sleepily grinned, unable to remain grumpy at the happiness in his son's voice.

"I'm up, I'm up." He slurred scooping up the little boy and raising him above his head. John squealed in delight as he flew above his father. Aleisa sighed and in turn stretched, watching her boys mess around in bed. She absently rubbed her stomach, wondering if the next one would be a boy too. Peter suddenly brought John down and plopped him in the center of the bed. John giggled even harder as both of his parents planted kissed all over his face.

"Well now John, would you like breakfast first or do you want to see what Santa brought you?" Aleisa hummed, combing through John's bedhead with her fingers.

"Pwesent" John insisted. The adults chuckled before rolling out of bed and grabbing their robes.

"Alright little man, presents it is." Peter scooped up his son and placed him on the floor, following behind as John dashed towards the stairs. Making her way down Aleisa smiled at the sight of John excitedly staring at the now lit up tree. He got down on his hands and knees to search through every present under it and began sorting it into piles, one for each of them.

"Mama come!" John quickly ran over to his mother who was still in the walkway and grabbed her hand, dragging her along after him. His parent chuckled at the little boy's excitement. John led his mother over to a spot on the floor next to Peter, where a small pile of gifts awaited her. Once everyone was seated to his liking John plopped himself in front of his own pile, grinning the whole time.

"Together?" John asked. Peter grinned and ruffled his son's hair.

"Yes, John we can open them together." He assured. Without hesitation John tore into his gifts, while his parents went to open their own, each of them smiling at spending the quality time together.