Welcome to the Warmth

By: SugarHighNutcase

Well, I wasn't going to write any more, but I got so many fabulous reviews that I couldn't help but add more. So, this chapter is dedicated to the following:

wIckED.bOi

eartheart

Mariam Hiwatari

Sentimental Star

Child of the Seine

Just Jill

Capegio

TimeMage0955

Rosa Cotton

JainaSolo18

and

Suzukata (even though you didn't review, I still got a really nice reply to the review I sent for Peter and so I thought I'd add you here.)

All I can say for this chapter is I hope it isn't pure crap, which I'm actually afraid it might turn into. (cringes) Ah, well. Review, please, and tell me what you think. Oh, and in case you can't tell, this is from Peter's POV.

Chapter Three

"When will you ever learn to do as you're told?" I ask him, unable to keep out the relief and gladness out of my voice. He smiles at me, and we're both forgiven of our past mistakes. We hug, and this time our sisters join in.

"Lucy!" Aslan walks up to the four of us, and tells Lu to go help heal the others. She runs off; Susan hugs Ed once more and follows. Aslan looks at us for a moment, then leaves us alone.

The color is back in Edmund's face. He has stopped bleeding and his breathing is back to normal. I feel tears form in my eyes once again as I think of what might've happened.

I open my mouth to say something, tell him how sorry I am, but he beats me, and speaks first. "Peter, I'm sorry. I was a complete idiot. No, I was worse than that. I was a total bastard, betraying you all like that. I deserved to die; I should've just listened to you, but I didn't, and I'm so sorry."

Before he can go on, I put my hand up, signaling him to stop. He looks up at me; there are tears streaking down his dirty and bruised face.

"Ed," I say. "I am the one who's sorry. You made a mistake, but that was really my fault."

"How-" He begins to interject, and I stop him.

"I never once paid attention to you. I never praised you when you did good or encouraged you when you were down. In fact, all I ever did was put you down; make things worse. I ignored you, Edmund, and I was wrong to do so." Edmund looks down at the bloodstained grass. Tears escaped my eyes. I blinked and continued. "I never once told you I cared. I never hugged you, never told you how much I love you. Edmund," He looks up at the tone in my voice; a loving tone I'd only ever used on Lucy or Susan. "Edmund, I love you. You are my brother, and I am so proud of you. Especially after all you've done today. Ed, you saved my life, even when I was terrible to you. I am so sorry, sorry that I failed you as a brother. I do care, Ed, really."

I can't go on. Edmund looks surprised, and it hurts me to realize that all he'd ever wanted was a brother's love. My love.

"And Edmund," I say, wiping away his tears. "You don't deserve to die. Don't ever think it again. We all love you, even though we didn't show it. You have no idea how much it hurt us, Ed, when we thought we'd lost you to the White Witch. You know, when you ran off after meeting the Beavers. It hurt, Eddy, it did. We love you, so don't ever think you deserve to die."

Edmund's sobbing now, and I myself am crying like I've never cried before. I pull him to my chest, holding him, hugging him. He puts his arms around me, returning the hug. We hold our embrace for a while, until the tears subside into sniffles on Ed's part, and he pulls back.

"Peter?" He looks into my eyes, speaking softly. I push a lock of his brown hair out of his own eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Please- don't call me Eddy." He's smiling at me. I grin in return.

"Deal."