A/N: Thanks again for being so understanding about me not posting in a while! It means a lot :) Enjoy this chapter, I know I did! Because EVERYBODY needs a little humor once in a while, am I right? ;) That was a hint there… that thing that I just said… that last sentence. Yeah… WHOOP, THERE IT IS! #fatamy #love

-Chapter 19-

Analiese sighed, plopping down on the bed in exhaustion. "Aslan, I thought the month would never end!"

"You're telling me," Peter replied, grabbing his wife's feet and pulling off her shoes for her.

"Thanks," she said graciously. She closed her eyes and a more peaceful expression appeared on her face almost instantly.

Peter walked over to the closet, opened the doors, and put away her shoes before returning to the bed and sitting on it.

"You know, we'll never get to go to bed if you don't get off of it." Analiese opened one eye and peeked at him, her eyebrow raised questioningly. "I have to unmake it, and you're kind of in the way," Peter explained.

"I'm not ready to go to bed yet," Analiese said, closing her eye again.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Peter asked.

"Talk." The Courteous Queen sat up, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap.

"About what?"

"Morgana and John." She saw his confused look and continued. "Morgana is taking up a whole lot of Edmund's time. I mean, have you not seen them lately? They've known each other for less than six months, and they're practically best friends."

"I don't see what's so bad about it."

"Well, John is obviously interested in Avaline. She came to me just the other day and told me that he has been flirting with her a lot. And Morgana admitted to me that she likes Edmund," Analiese said. Her husband raised an eyebrow. "As in, more than friends."

Peter's eyes grew big. "So, are you telling me that they're-"

"Trying to draw them apart?" Peter's blank stare was confirmation enough. Analiese knew what he had meant. "Yes."

"How do we stop it?" he asked worriedly.

"We can't," she said with a shrug. "If they love each other enough, they won't let these two clowns draw them apart."

Peter burst into a sudden fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Analiese asked.

"Did you just call them clowns?" he stammered.

"Yeah, that's what they are," she replied, flushing noticeably. He continued to laugh. "If that's how you feel about it, then-"

"Analiese Marie Welch Pevensie!" Peter exclaimed, grabbing his wife's upper arms and forcing her to look him in the eye. "I have known you for nearly nine months now. We're married. I just spent three weeks in Galma with you. If you think that I don't take you seriously, we have some serious problems."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"That's because you weren't!" Peter poked her sides teasingly. They laughed together for a while until it slowly died down. They laid on their backs, Peter's arms were behind his head and Analiese had one arm behind her head, one resting across her stomach. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling. Suddenly, Peter whispered, "I love you."

Her eyes flew open at this and they locked eyes. Peter leaned down to kiss Analiese. It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasn't a short one, either. After a while, they had to pull away for air, and when they did, she took her chance.

She flipped over so she was laying on her side. One of her elbows was underneath her, supporting her, and the other hand played with his hair absentmindedly. His eyes closed, enjoying their moment of peacefulness.

"Peter?" Analiese said.

"Mm?"

The High Queen took a deep breath. "I want a baby," she announced casually.

Peter's eyes flew open, and the poor High King nearly choked on the air. "What did you just say?"

"I want a baby," she restated.

"So soon?" Peter asked incredulously.

"Yeah, kind of." She was beginning to feel embarassed, even though she knew she shouldn't. Weren't husbands and wives supposed to want children? Weren't they supposed to talk it out first? Maybe she wanted it too soon...

He chuckled. "Okay."

"Okay?" she repeated. Now it was her turn to be surprised. "But I thought you were going to say no."

"An, I was just surprised that you wanted to get settled in so fast. I mean, we only just got married a few months ago. Most couples take a few years off before they start families."

"Do you want to wait?"

"Not if you don't," Peter replied, making Analiese smile. "But we already... well, you know... and nothing happened."

"Maybe it wasn't the right time then."

The room was silent for a few minutes before Peter responded. "Do you really want that?" She nodded.

The last thing Analiese remembered was praying that this worked. But deep down inside she knew that it wouldn't, for she knew something that no one else did.

Aslan had told her that she would never have children.

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"Have you named it yet?" Lucy asked enthusiastically.

"Yes," Avaline replied, smiling at her young friend.

They were seated on the floor in front of the fireplace in Avaline's bedroom, talking about the baby.

"Tell me if you like it- Adela Erin Pevensie," the Passionate Queen said.

Lucy clapped her hands in excitement. "I love it!"

"Really?" Avaline asked.

"Would I be acting like this if I didn't?" Lucy asked. Both girls laughed at her question and Avaline's stupid remark.

"My question is, how do you know that it's a girl? I mean, do you have a name for a boy? What if it's a girl and a boy? Meaning twins! Wait, what if-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lucy!" Avaline exclaimed. "I can assure you that that's not the case."

The Valiant Queen sighed and crossed her arms. "Well, you still have no way of knowing the gender."

"No, but I have a feeling that it's a girl."

"Yeah, and you also had a feeling that you wouldn't get killed in the war."

"And I didn't," Avaline pointed out.

"But you would have," Lucy retorted, and Avaline could say nothing to that.

"Whatever," the Telmarine girl said. "I really do think I'm right this time. And Edmund does, too."

"Edmund never agrees with you," Susan said, walking through the open doorway and sitting on Avaline's other side. "He just pretends he does to shut you up."

"No he does not!" Avaline said defensively. "We're a team, and we agree on things and make compromises."

"Gosh, you sound like my wife," Peter complained, also walking in. He plopped down on the loveseat that the three queens had their backs against.

"Well, if you had the slightest sense of cooperation and teamwork, you would know what we're talking about when we say it," Analiese said, coming in and pushing Peter so she had room to sit next to him.

"You know, this is a private room," Avaline stated, but nobody heard her over Peter and Analiese's playful bickering and Susan's exhausting lecture to Lucy. "I'm just putting that out there."

Avaline rolled her eyes. "I bet they wouldn't even notice if I left," she muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Lucy asked her friend.

"Nothing, I was just saying how I didn't invite any of these three clowns." Here she looked between Susan, Peter, and Analiese with narrowed eyes.

"Well, you know what they say," said Peter, "Fifty's a crowd."

Analiese laughed. "The saying is three's a crowd."

"Really?" Susan asked. "I thought it was two is a crowd."

"You all are a crowd!" Avaline cried.

"We can go..." Analiese told her with an apologetic look on her face.

"Please do!"

So everyone filed out of the green-themed bedroom, leaving Avaline alone to crawl up on the loveseat and take a much-needed nap.

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