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"Amelia," Peter called when he entered the house.He was tired from his job and just wanted to sleep.He had to work late that day.He knew Amelia would be on his case again. He had also worried about her all day. She was pale and had a cough and cold. She didn't look well. He had tried to convince her to lay down and he would take Emily to his mother, but she was to stubborn.

"Peter," Lucy said coming out of the living room carrying Emily in her arms.

"Hi, Daddy," Emily said.

"Hi, sweetheart," Peter said. "Where's you Mum?"

"She's sick," Emily said.

"Um…Peter can we talk?" Lucy asked.

"Emily," Peter said. "Let your Aunt and I talk." Emily was an obedient child. She ran back into the living room.

"What's going on?" Peter asked calmly.

"She took down with pneumonia," Lucy said. "The way the doctor talked it didn't sound good."

"Is she upstairs?" Peter asked.

"Yes," Lucy replied. "Do you want me to take Emily home with me?"

"No…it's ok," Peter said. He turned and walked upstairs. He opened the door to find Amelia lying on the bed. She was dripping with sweat. She coughed frequently. She wheezed when she breathed. Peter sat down next to her on the bed and stroked her hair.

"Peter, get away from me, you'll get sick," she said.

"Shhh…" he said. "I'll be fine."

"Peter, I don't want you sick too," she said

"What did the doctor say?" he asked.

"He said I might not make it," Amelia said. She sounded weak.

"No," Peter said quietly. "You're not going to die."

"Peter, I want you to take care of Emily," she said. "Keep my little baby safe."

"Ammy …" he said.

"Peter, tell her I love her and I'll always be watching over her," Amelia kept on. "And I love you."

"I love you too," He said. "More than life itself."

"Don't let Emily in here," she said. "I want her to remember me the way I was not now."

"I won't," he said. He sat with her all night. Finally, around one a.m. Amelia MacFarlene Pevensie died. She left behind a wonderful husband, daughter, and love story.

A year later……

Peter sat next to her grave. Quietly talking to it and watching Emily pick wildflowers nearby. He loved his daughter more than anything. But he still felt a little pain.

"Here I picked some flowers for Mummy," Emily called as she ran up towards him. She placed the daisies next to the lily's on the grave. Peter smiled. "I'm sure she'll love them."

"C'mon, it's time to go, we have to go to dinner at Aunt Susan's and Uncle Daniel's," Peter said. She stuck her tongue out, "Do we have to?"

"Yes, it's a family gathering," he said. He looked down out that adorable face.

Emily laid her head against Peter's shoulder. In all her years Emily still didn't know if what she saw was true. She could've swore she saw her mother sitting on the grave. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and gorgeous white wings.

Sad ending I know. But it had to end sometime.