This is my first Narnia fanfiction. This story is set after the first book and movie, when they actually see their mum again. This is from Helen Pevensie's POV. Please review. I do not own any of the Pevensies.

Finally after six months with my children, they were finally coming home. As I waited at the train station, I found myself nearly breaking my skin I was digging my nails into my palm so hard. I wasn't nervous about Peter, Susan, or Lucy, I knew they'd be happy to see me; Edmund, I wasn't so sure. He'd been so angry at me for sending them away. He'd always been extremely close to their father and it had broken his heart when Thomas(I don't know if that is their father's name it just seemed like a good name) left. Then I heard the whistle and my heart leaped, they were almost home. Angry or not, they were home.

Five minutes later cries of 'mum and dad' filled the air and I found myself holding my breath listening for my children's voices.

"MUM" I knew exactly whose voice that was, not because he'd sounded like that before he left but because he sounded exactly like his father. I was more than a little surprised when I saw my youngest son, he was the spitting image of his father. He'd grown almost a foot, his hair was longer, he'd shed his baby face and his voice had clearly deepened. But something else had changed in all my children. They carried themselves with a maturity that was far beyond their years. Even 10-year-old Lucy looked like she could be 25 in the right light. "Mum," he murmured softly now that he'd reached me. And I have to say it shocked me when he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me as tightly as he could. I clutched him like there was no tomorrow. It was so good to have my son back in my arms, it was as though they had missed him as much as my heart.

"I missed you so much." I whispered, "It feels like we've been apart for years."

"You have no idea," he replied giving me a final squeezed before releasing me. He looked down at me, I couldn't believe it, my 13-year-old was taller than I. Then he smiled, it was the smile of a man, not a boy, it carried joy but also sadness, a sadness that I couldn't quite place. Before I had the chance to examine it more, I was pulled away by,

"Mum!" Lucy cried, the older two in toe. Peter was carrying Edmund's suitcase as well as his own and I expected him to scold his younger brother but Ed spoke first.

"You didn't have to get that, I would have come back." Peter just smiled softly and handed him the bag. Lucy and Susan in laced their arms around me and my heart sung as I inhaled my girls' smells as deeply as I could. I opened my eyes to see Edmund and Peter standing there and at that moment they could have been kings. And I noticed something, they were brothers; Peter was no longer trying to be Edmund's father.

That night I found myself going from room to room watching them sleep, I swear they even slept differently. When I peeked into Ed's room, I was alarmed to not find him there. I rushed into the kitchen, where I used to always could find him late at night, but no Edmund.

"Edmund!" I said. That's when I saw the front door cracked.

"ED!" I cried as I burst out the door.

"Hi Mum, I thought you heard me leave." He said looking up at me from his position on the front step. I exhaled in relief and sat down beside him. "I can't get over how different the stars are here." He said it as though if he spoke too loudly they would disappear. "Everything is."

"Are they brighter out there?" I had heard that the stars were brighter out in the country side. He nodded slowly in a world of his own. Then he turned to me,

"Don't get me wrong, it's good to be here, I've missed you." He stated smiling gently.

"I've missed you all so much." I replied. "But to be honest, I was a little worried about seeing you again." He turned to me waiting for me to continue. "You were so angry at me when you left." The peace suddenly left his face and was replaced with shame.

"I am so sorry for the way I acted that day, especially the way I treated you." He studied his hands for a second, "I acted like a child."

"You were a child." I stated, he continued to look at his hands as though they were a stranger's. "Which brings me to another question?" He nodded, egging me on. "What happened?" I felt him tense up like he was about to reveal a secret.

"What do you mean?" His voice stayed steady and strong but I could hear the hesitation.

"You are all acting like you are about 20 years older." Edmund laughed as though there were something ironic, but then he smiled, putting back on the pleasant expression and said,

"War makes you grow up." I looked at him confused, listening over the radio about a war couldn't have caused such a drastic change in all four of them. As I stared at my son, his eyes showed such a frenzy of emotion that for a second I would have believed that he'd actually been on a battlefield, watched friends die, shed blood for a cause he believed in. But the next second it was gone. He looked at me, the sides of his curving up just slightly and laid his head on my shoulder.

"It's good to have you home, darling." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"Home." He barely whispered it but there was a certain loneliness and almost a longing that told me, he wasn't truly home. I didn't understand it and it broke my heart, but Finchley was no longer my children's home. I wonder where is.

Sappy, I know but I thought this was a story that isn't told enough. Hope you enjoyed, reviews always needed. This is a one shot but weirder things have happened, so I may expand or put it in Edmund's POV. Let me know what you think, please and thank you.