Okay, so this is the first fanfic that I am posting, even though it is not the first that I have started. I wanted to write a few little stories about Peter's different reactions to all of his siblings when they were born. I made Peter about one and a half years old in this one.

"Mum, Dad, we're home!" called the young man as he helped his wife through the front door of their snug little house and out of the snowstorm that raged outside.

"Da-da!" The sound of a little voice drifted down the hallway and the kitchen door opened at the end. An older man, about in his fifties, started down the hall toward the young couple with a big smile on his face.

"Son," he said. "It's good to see you two home safe."

Before the younger man could answer, a small, golden-haired boy toddled out of the kitchen as fast as his stubby little legs could carry him. "Da-da!" he called again, reaching his arms toward his father.

The man smiled a tired but joyful smile and scooped his son into his arms. "How's my favorite boy? Oh, I've missed you," he said as he planted a kiss on the little boy's head.

Peter responded by squirming in his father's grasp and pointing at the woman who stood behind them. "Ma-ma!" he cried.

His father winced. "Young man, please try not to scream in my ear."

Peter ignored him and continued reaching for his mother, obviously wanting to be held by her. "Ma-ma." When his father did not yield, his voice got a whiney edge to it.

"Your mum can't hold you right now. She's very tired," said his grandfather. He gently took the woman by the arm and guided her into the sitting room.

"Ma-ma!" Peter wailed and squirmed when they left, causing his father to wince again and set him down. As soon as he was free, he toddled after his mother and grandfather into the sitting room.

"Come sit with Mummy, Peter," said his mother, holding a small bundle in one arm and patting the couch cushion next to her. She helped him up and then pulled him close. He patted her belly and said,

"Baby?"

She smiled gently and shook her head. "No, Peter, the baby isn't in there anymore. Do you want to see her?"

He nodded emphatically. "Baby."

She shifted the bundle and brought it close to Peter. His eyes were wide as she pulled back a corner of the blanket and exposed the tiny, pink face of the baby. "This is your sister, Peter. You're a big brother now."

He brought his wide eyes up to his mother's face. "Sis-taw?" he repeated.

His father sat down on the couch next to Peter. "Yes. Her name is Susan."

"Su-san…"

"Where's my new grandchild?" a merry, tinkling voice filled the room as a plump, jolly woman entered.

"She's right here, Mum." answered Peter's father.

The woman rushed over to the couch and carefully took the offered baby. As she and her husband cooed over Susan, Peter's face scrunched up as his tiny eyebrows knit together. His lower lip stuck out, and he whimpered quietly. His father had risen from the couch and joined his parents, but Peter's mother, still exhausted from delivering Susan, had remained sitting. She noticed her son's face change from wonder to disappointment and softly asked, "What's wrong, darling?"

The dejected little boy turned his chubby face toward hers and sadly said, "Baby." He pointed at his father, grandparents, and sister. "Sis-taw."

His mother smiled at him. "Oh. I see. George," she said to her husband.

"Yes, dear?"

She motioned to her daughter. "Could you bring the baby over here?"

George took Susan from her grandmother's arms and handed her over to his wife. She looked at Susan's peaceful face for a moment then motioned for Peter to move closer. "Would you like to hold your sister, little one?"

"Baby!"

She giggled. "Very well."

Before she could place Susan in Peter's arms, however, her mother-in-law stopped her. "Annaleigh, are you certain that is a good idea? Peter is not even two yet."

"It'll be fine. Don't worry." She turned to George. "Could you prop up Peter's arms with that pillow?"

He obliged, carefully placing a pillow on Peter's lap and positioning his son's arms just so. Then Annaleigh, being careful not to jostle Susan, placed the baby in Peter's eager arms. His eyes grew wide again as he tightened his arms around her. With an expression of wonder on his face, he lifted one of his hands and hesitantly touched Susan's nose with a chubby finger.

"See, Mum? There's nothing to worry about." Said George.

His mother sniffled and wiped her eyes, touched by little Peter's amazement and gentleness with his new sister. "I can see that," she managed to say.

"He adores her," remarked Annaleigh, her own adoring eyes on her two children. It was true. The four adults could see it in the way Peter carefully cradled Susan in his little arms, not taking his eyes off her face. He softly traced her face with his finger; her tiny eyebrows, button nose, and puckered pink mouth. Suddenly, Susan's beautiful blue eyes opened and they met Peter's own. She immediately smiled at her big brother, dimples appearing in her soft cheeks. Peter grinned back, his own dimples appearing.

"Baby. Sis-taw." He said softly. Then, when Susan's eyes closed again, he puckered his lips and kissed her forehead, making his parents smile. George pulled Annaleigh close.

"Why don't you go rest? Mum and Dad can watch the baby for now." He said.

"I am tired," Annaleigh admitted. He helped her up and they exited the room.

Peter did not even notice that his parents had left. His full attention was on Susan. He had pulled her blanket farther back from her face and discovered one of her tiny hands. He put his own little hand in hers, and to his delight, she grasped it tightly. Puckering up his mouth again, he kissed her forehead once more.

"Baby. Sis-taw." He said again, then added, "Su-san."

"Isn't he sweet?" his grandmother asked her husband in a low voice.

"Yes," he agreed, then said, "Look."

Peter had kissed Susan once more, this time on her cheek. Then, he pressed his cheek to hers, closing his eyes. As he drifted off to sleep, he whispered,

"Sis-taw. Love Su-san."

Okay, that is it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. If so, what did you like about it? If not, what did you not like about it? Please leave a review and tell me! Constructive criticism is welcome. Oh, and please note that I changed Mrs. Pevensie's name on purpose. Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie's names are not mentioned in the books, but in the movie she was given the name 'Helen'. I changed it to Annaleigh because I did not want her to have the same name as the first queen of Narnia. Anyway, thanks for reading this! - Lady Jill Pole