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Chapter 3
We reach the castle in ten minutes wit Caspian pushing Destrier to go faster. As soon as it is safe, I slip off the horse. I hear Caspian land behind me two seconds later. We run for the castle, leaving Peter with the horses. Once we reach the door to her room, we compose ourselves and walk in. On the bed. surrounded by nurses, is a pale young girl. My daughter.
"Capri." I breathe, falling on to her bed.
"Hi Mamma. I'm sorry." She croaks out.
"What for, my darling?" I say, fussing over her.
"I ruined your day with Papa." She says starting to cry. Caspian walks over.
"Was this the only day your Mamma and I could spend together?" She shakes her head. "Then you ruined nothing, sweetheart." She tries to argue. "Shh... Sleep now." She nods and her eyes close. My eyes stay focused on her chest to make sure that it is rising and falling.
"Susan, she will be fine. But we need to so the nurses can work."
"No." I croak, starting to cry. "No, I won't leave her. She has been my life since I was 16. SHe was my way of coping. My little Narnia. Everytime I was missing Narnia or you, there she was, smiling and giggling, always with something new to show me."
"And she still will. But, we need to leave in her peace." I turn slightly and try to stand. I almost fall but Caspian catches me. He scoops me into his arms and carries me to my room. He comforts me and before I know it, we are making love like we did four years ago.
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"Susan! Susan! SU!" I hear Peter yell. I shoot up and look around. Caspian is sleeping beside me wearing only the sleeping pants I made him. I look down at myself. I am wearing only a light slip.
"What is it, Peter?"
"I was wondering where you went. Can I come?" And of course at that moment, Caspian decides to wake up.
"My love?" He asks, looking at me.
"Su? Who is that?"
"It's...um...nobody."
"Really? Because it sounds like Caspian. You better open this door or I will knock it down."
"Fine, it's Caspian. Are we not allowed to talk?"
"I have a feeling that you weren't just talking."
"Really? Why?" The door opens suddenly.
"Firstly, you should get a better lock. Secondly, you're wearing only a slip and have messy hair. Caspian is shirtless and in your bed. Good enough?"
"Well, yes." Peters on to lecture us. "Peter, I'm twenty years old and have been a mother since I was sixteen. I think that I grew up when the nurse said that it was a girl. I. Can. Take. Care. Of. Myself."
"Fine." He turns his back on us and walks out. I then sob into Caspian chest.