Two months had gone by and everyone was setting in to new routines and having an extra little person around the house. John was watching his little sister sit on mother's lap. Aleisa watched them with a grin as John made it his mission to get Adara to giggle, so far he could only manage a smile. Peter stood behind them, just as amused as his wife was when watching John make a bunch of faces and funny noises. In the midst of this activity Adara let out a little yawn and rubbed at her eyes sleepily. This of course caused a chain reaction and soon John was yawning too.
"I think it's time for both of you to go to bed." Aleisa suggested pointedly. John hummed tiredly but didn't protest.
"Can I have a story?" John requested, looking up at his parents as he stood. Aleisa and Peter exchanged glances, mentally deciding who was going to take over that job tonight.
"I'll get John, since it looks like Adara is already comfortable." Peter told her, smiling down at his little daughter who was already more than halfway asleep. Aleisa pressed a kiss to her husband's cheek before squatting down so John could kiss her and Adara.
"Goodnight John." She called, heading up the stairs to start the process of putting Adara down for bed.
"Come on John, let's get you settled in." Peter prompted, holding his hand out. John grasped his hand and walked up the stairs with his father. Since he had already been in his pajamas, John hopped into bed letting his father tuck him into the covers snuggly before Peter sat down next to him.
"Which story did you want to listen to tonight?" he asked, looking down at the sleepy boy. John glanced over at his collection of books with a frown.
"Can I hear a new one?" he asked hopefully. Peter nodded as he thought. A new story…..suddenly his eyes brightened as he grinned. He knew the perfect one.
"Alright…Once upon a time in a far away country called England.."
"Daddy we're in England." John pointed out with a giggle. Peter's eyes widened in mock surprise.
"Oh, we are, aren't we? Well I guess it wasn't that far away then." He grinned teasingly. John giggled as he snuggled down into the covers, listening intently to his father.
"Well in this story there were four siblings. Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy we'll call them." John narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his grinning father.
"That's your names" John told him.
"Merely a coincidence." Peter waved off casually.
"Anyway, there was a war and the siblings had to be sent off to the country for safety. Well on that train there was also this very pretty girl."
"Was it mommy?" John asked.
"No, her name was Aleisa…not mommy." Peter countered smugly. John giggled again. From there Peter divulged into an elaborate story of how they came to Narnia.
"A magic forest in a wardrobe?" John asked curiously. Peter nodded with a grin.
"Yea I know. They were a bit shocked too, Lucy was telling the truth." He shrugged. Peter glanced down at his wristwatch. It was getting late.
"No, more?" John pleaded, knowing what his father must have been thinking. Peter sighed but grinned.
"Alright just a few more, then we can continue this tomorrow night." He suggested. John nodded sleepily, his eyes blinking to make sure he heard every word. Peter went on to describe the land and the trip to Mr. Tumnas' house, finding it empty. When Peter got to the talking beaver, John giggled.
"Daddy, beavers don't talk." John shook his head.
"Well they do in Narnia." Peter countered with a grin. John laughed quietly, before a yawn cut it off.
"Alright I think that's enough for tonight." Peter pointed out, standing and tucking his son in one last time. John nodded sleepily, his eyes already closed and his breathing starting to slow. Within seconds the little boy was out like a light. Peter smiled, turning off his lamp before leaning down to kiss his forehead. When he turned to leave he paused, not having noticed the figure at the door. Aleisa was watching them from the entryway with a nostalgic smile. She had heard the story Peter was telling their son and it brought back fond memories. She was thrilled that John loved the story as much as they did.
"How long have you been standing there?" Peter inquired softly, walking over to wrap his arms around his wife's waist. Aleisa sighed, snuggling up against his chest.
"About the time the girl got off the train." She answered, looking up at him impishly. Peter grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Well I think I said pretty girl but whatever works for you." He corrected cheekily. Aleisa giggled, muffling the noise in her husband's chest. Peter raised a hand and gently cupped her cheek, gaining her attention as she looked up at him. She grinned as her husband dipped his head down to press a kiss to her lips. Aleisa hummed in pleasure as the kiss continued to get deeper and more passionate. Pulling away to take a breath Peter grinned at his wife mischievously.
"How long do you think the kids will be asleep for?" he whispered impishly. Aleisa grinned, catching on to what he was thinking. Especially if his hands running up and down her backside was anything to go by.
"I think we have a few hours before the terrors wake up." She joked, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.
"You missed." He pouted, reaching back to close John's door to where there was just a crack. She shrugged casually, taking steps backwards towards their room.
"What are you going to do about it?" she teased. Peter's eyebrows rose at the challenge and he dashed off after his wife, both of them trying to be quiet so not to wake the little ones. Peter quickly closed the door behind him and walked over to his wife that was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. He slowly walked over to her and swooped in for a kiss, all the while guiding her up towards the middle. Leaning over her he deepened the kiss, relishing the feel of Aleisa's hands running through his hair. Just as the two began getting more into it, a muffled cry caught their attention.
"Wait, wait, shhh." Aleisa quickly placed her hands on Peter's chest the two of them breathing heavily but listening intently to any sounds outside the room. They waited for a solid minute and heard nothing else. Grinning, Peter went back to kissing his wife. She sighed contentedly as he began kissing his way down her throat, nuzzling his nose across her skin. Again just as he was making progress another cry distracted them. This time there was no pause as Adara continued to cry in the next room. Peter groaned, pressing his forehead against her collarbone in dismay. Aleisa giggled at his put out expression, slowly shifting herself out from under him. She pressed a kiss to his head before quickly leaving the room to get their daughter. After a few moments Aleisa walked back in, holding the fussy baby in her arms. Peter decided to go ahead and get ready for bed while Aleisa took care of feeding her. When he had come back out Adara had been burped and was still fussing in her mother's arms.
"What's wrong?" he inquired, making himself comfortable beside the two.
"She's just being stubborn." Aleisa sighed, trying to get the baby back to sleep but Adara was having none of it.
"I'll take her for a bit so you can get ready for bed." Peter offered, reaching over to scoop up the squirming child. Adara whimpered at the loss of contact but settled down once she was laying on Peter's chest. Aleisa smiled thankfully and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. Another whine and some fidgeting cut the kiss short as both parents looked down at Adara in amusement. Aleisa giggled before heading off into the bathroom. Peter sighed and looked down at his daughter who's big eyes were already staring at him.
"You're a real mood killer, you know that? What happened to staying asleep for a few hours?" he questioned quietly. Adara gurgled in response, smiling up at him as if she was pleased by her actions.