Peter came through the door. His spirits had been lifted since he had left. "Peter look," Susan said. She was standing in the doorway looking at Edmund, Mrs.Pevenise, and Lucy all asleep on the couch. An old baby blue photo album lay in front of them on the coffee table. Lucy and Edmund's heads were rested on Mrs. Pevensie's shoulders.
"I'll carry her up if you wake Edmund and Mum up," Peter said.
"Sure, give me the difficult job," she said as she walked over to Edmund.
"Gosh, she's gotten heavy," Peter stated as he lifted Lucy into his arms.
"Edmund wakey wakey," Susan said gently prodding him.
"Five more minutes, Mum," was his muffled reply. Peter was now standing at the stairs, still holding Lucy; he wouldn't miss this for the world.
"Come on Eddy wake up," Susan pleaded.
"It's still dark," he grunted.
"That's because it's eleven thirty," she said. By now Mrs. Pevensie had woken up." Here I'll help," she said rising to her feet. She disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes then returned with a glass of water. "Susan, you might want to move," she said with a devilish grin similar to Edmund's.
"Ah!" Edmund yelled falling off the couch when cold water was poured on him.
"Oops, sorry dear, it slipped," she said," Now go change your clothes and get in bed." A very thoroughly soaked Edmund stomped up the stairs. Peter carried Lucy up to her and laid her gently on the unmade bed then covered her up.
"Your going to make a good father some day, Peter," Mrs.Pevensie said from the doorway. Peter shut the door gently behind him so they wouldn't wake Lucy.
"Come on downstairs. Susan's making some tea," she said.
"So, how'd it go?" she asked.
"Excellent, Mum," he began, "Amelia's is one of the most amazing people I've ever met." He nearly fell into his chair he was so tired.
"It was quite a night, Mum," Susan was saying," For starters Peter almost got us killed." Mrs.Pevensie looked at her red faced son.
"It was only because he was staring at Amelia," she countinued, "Then we had a lovely dinner. The food was delicious."
Peter took a sip of his tea, "Amelia asked about Ed and Luce. No girl I've ever been out with has done that."
"Well, she sounds very nice," Mrs.Pevensie said, "Now finish your tea and off to bed."
"Night Mum," Peter said.
"Good night mother," Susan said. "So, you really like her Peter?" she asked.
"Actually, yes," he said," She's not a quirk like your other friends are." He was grinning from ear to ear. Susan hit him in the arm playfully for saying that then took her cup to the sink, and exited with a "humph".
Peter sat there staring at the cup for a while then took it to the sink and retired for the night.
The next morning Peter was awoken by his mother calling. Thinking nothing of it he walked downstairs to find Susan, Amelia, and his mother seated at the kitchen table. Peter, still in his pajamas, turned at least three shades of red.
"Well well well. Stunning attire Peter," Amelia said,
Peter stifled a nervous laugh," Um…yeah…I'm going to go change now." he turned and ran back up the stairs nearly knocking Lucy down in the process.
"What's gotten into…oh, hello," she said." You must be Amelia."
"Indeed I am," Amelia replied.
"Mum, have you seen my white shirt?" Edmund called from the stairs.
"Try your drawer," Mrs.Pevensie called back. You could hear him running into his bedroom from overhead.
"And I assume that's Edmund?" Amelia asked.
"Uh-huh," Susan replied.
"Mum I can't-" he froze when he saw Amelia. All four women giggled at his messed up hair and pajamas.
"Try the laundry basket," Mrs.Pevensie said. Edmund, thankful for the excuse, took off at lightning speed.
"Your brothers aren't exactly early risers, are they?" Amelia asked.
"Edmund isn't. Peter usually is though. Today is his day off, so he likes to sleep in." Lucy explained.
"Peter's coming," Susan announced listening to the patterned footsteps above them.
Sure enough ten seconds later Peter re-entered the kitchen.
"Now, that's better," Mrs.Pevensie said eyeing his clothing change and hair comb,
"Amelia, how are you this morning?" Peter asked.
"Fine," she replied eyeing him.
"Amelia would you like to stay for breakfast," Mrs.Pevensie said.
"I hadn't planned on it…" she started.
"Oh, please do." Lucy pleaded.
"Well, ok" she said.
Peter smiled and sat down in what used to be his father's chair. Edmund finally came down and sat down beside Lucy as Susan and Mrs.Pevensie served the food.
"So, Amelia, where's your family from?" Mrs.Pevensie asked.
"They live in Edinburgh," she replied," I came down for college."
"Really?" Peter said," I'm starting in the fall."
"Hopefully, I'll see you there," Amelia said, "I would love to have a friend there. This is delicious Mrs.Pevensie,"
"Thank you," she said smiling. She gave Peter the "I like her " look.
"I'm going to travel the world," Lucy said," Maybe take pictures or do drawings."
"Those are some big plans." Amelia said.
"She most likely will change her mind knowing her, but of course no one listens to me," Edmund said.
Peter sighed," Of course we listen to you."
Susan stood up to help clear the table. Amelia stood as well to help Susan.
"Oh, Amelia dear, you don't have to do that," Mrs.Pevensie said.
"I insist," Amelia said.
"But…" Mrs.Pevensie started to protest.
"I insist," she said.
Peter walked Amelia to the door. She suddenly stopped. "Peter, would you like to come to the park with me?" she asked. She had hope in her eyes.
"I…I'd love to," he said trying not to stutter," Just let me put my shoes on."
He turned and ran for the stairs. "Hold it, where are you going?" Mrs.Pevensie asked.
"Out with Amelia," He replied running up the stairs. Susan smiled at her handiwork.