Disclaimer: I don't own LWD

A/N: This is showing how Peter received Teddy, and I decided to call their father James. Enjoy!

Only darkness was seen. Outside, the wind roared furiously repeatedly slamming into the gate. It sounded as if a monster was trying to break in, to get him.

Peter Pevensie, 3 years old, was scared. He knew he was a big boy, a brave big brother to Susan and baby Edmund, but that was during the day, in the light. Peter absolutely hated the dark. How could he be brave when he couldn't see what was coming to get him?

The wind kept howling and pounding at the gate. Peter shivered in his bed in the dark. He heard Edmund cry, and watched his mother come in, pick him up, and attempt to soothe him to sleep.

At times like these, Peter wished he were just a baby too. But he wasn't. So he stayed quiet and pretended to sleep like a good boy, even though he wanted nothing more than to cry out for his parents.

Peter lay awake all night. It was only when the sun appeared at dawn that Peter relaxed and finally fell asleep. Only to be woken up by his father a few hours later.

"Come on, sleepyhead, it's time for breakfast," his dad had told him before picking him up and carrying him down the stairs. He plopped Peter down on his chair before a plate of eggs.

Peter promptly dozed off again, his face falling into the eggs. Two year old Susan giggled while their parents looked concerned.

James Pevensie reassured his wife, "I'll take care of it," before scooping up the sleeping boy, wiping the egg off his face, and taking him into the living room.

He sat Peter down on a chair, and ruffled his hair, "Peter wake up."

Peter drowsily opened his eyes, rubbing them, "Daddy?"

"Peter, what's wrong? You fell asleep at breakfast. Are you sick?"

"No, Daddy, it's ..." Peter fell silent, embarassed. He didn't want to tell his daddy he was scared.

"Peter, it's alright. You know you can tell me anything," his father smiled encouragingly at him.

"I know I'm 'posed to be brave, like you, but Daddy, at night, it's so...so scawy," Peter relcutantly admitted.

James smiled, and whispered to Peter, "Let me tell you a secret. Even Daddy gets scared too." He chuckled at the look of shock and surprise on Peter's face. "Oh, and I'll have a special surprise for you to help you be brave," he told his son before picking him up and lying him down on the couch. "Take a little nap, buddy. You must be tired."

Peter felt his eyelids grow heavy as he dozed off, on the couch. The next thing he knew, his father was gently shaking his shoulder waking him up.

In his father's hands was a wrapped present. Peter wondered how long he had been sleeping. When had his daddy done this? He looked at him a bit confused.

His father handed him the present, "This is a special gift to you, Peter to help you be brave. I know I always had something to help me be brave. Go on. Open it."

Peter ripped off the wrapping paper, and threw open the box to find a little brown stuffed dog.

"Teddy!" he had excitedly squealed, at the sight of the brown animal.

"Actually, Peter, it's a doggy," his father tried to explain.

"Not doggy. TEDDY!" Peter adamantly repeated.

James sighed in resignation, "Okay, it's a teddy," before continuing his talk. "At night, whenever you're scared, remember Teddy is there, and when you squeeze him tight, know that I'm there, too." James kissed the top of his son's head before leaving the room.

That night, Peter lay in bed. The wind howled and the room was dark. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel Teddy in his arms, and he could feel his daddy's love, and with that feeling, brave little Peter fell asleep, without a fear in the world.

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