**I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA. THEY BELONG TO C.S. LEWIS.**

I was in the bathroom splashing cold water on my face. It had been my fifth time in the bathroom and I was considering sleeping in there until the whole morning sickness syndrome went away. I turned the water off and placed my hands on the rim of the sink taking deep breaths. I looked in the mirror one more time and took in my appearance. My forehead had beads of sweat, I had bags under my eyes and my usually fair complexion skin was pale and clammy.

So much for a pregnancy glow.

I let out another sigh and opened the door to go to my room for a nap when the phone rang. I reached to pick it up but it stopped ringing which meant my mom got it. Since my father went away for the war any phone call was like Christmas morning to a child. However, because my father went away we rarely got any calls. We haven't heard from him in over three months so that meant that it could only be one person on the other side of the phone.

"Honey, it's for you," my mom shouted up the stairs.

A smile appeared across my face as I grabbed the phone that was in the hallway.

"Hey Pete," I said.

Peter Pevensie was my next door neighbor and my all time best friend. He was the same age as me with piercing baby blue eyes and golden hair. He still had a little baby fat but he was as handsome as he could be. We have known each other for eight years. I had moved here when I was nine and at first we couldn't stand each other but after a while we started to hang out and soon we were inseparable. Not to mention since I became pregnant he's been really protective of me; not that he wasn't before. When I first started to go out with Johnny, Peter would wait outside of my house for me to make sure that I came home safe. When Johnny broke up with me after I told him that I was pregnant, Peter was the first one that I went to and I cried in his arms that night.

"Hey Monica what are you up to?" he asked.

"Just got out of the bathroom, again," I groaned.

I rolled my eyes as I heard a faint chuckle.

"Shut up," I huffed.

"That better be the hormones talking," he chuckled.

"What do you want?" I snapped

I had never snapped at him before so yes that meant it was the hormones. Peter was an awesome friend to understand that.

"It's going to rain tonight and you know what that means?" Peter said.

"You bet," I smiled "I'll be there in five."

When it rained, we would all get together in the Pevensie's living room. We would play games, talk and eat various snacks that Mrs. Pevensie would make for us. I can't remember how it all started but it's been a tradition for a while.

"Knowing you I take that as hours, not minutes," Peter joked.

I scoffed.

"I'll prove you wrong," I said before I hung up the phone.

So it wasn't five minutes but it wasn't five hours. After I got off of the phone with Peter, I asked my mom if I could stay the night at the Pevensie's and she said yes. I was in my room getting packed when another wave of nausea hit me. I ran to the bathroom only for nothing to come out. Didn't surprise me though, I didn't have anything left to puke out. So twenty minutes later I was at the front door of the Pevensie's about to knock when the door opened.

"MONICA!" was all I heard before a red-headed blur slammed against me.

"Hey Lu," I giggled.

Lucy was nine years old and she was the best little girl in the world. I remember when I first met Lucy. It had been three years since we moved here and I was outside on the sidewalk with my chalk. I looked up to see a little girl of three walking towards me but before she reached me, she tripped. She skinned her knee and began to cry. I got up and walked over to her and comforted her before Peter came over. I think that was the moment that Peter and I became best friends is after he saw how I treated his baby sister.

"Lucy be gentle with her," I heard Susan scold gently.

Susan was also one of my best friends. She was a year younger than me and she had nice wavy dark hair with blue eyes like Peter; she was going to grow up to be a heart breaker. We had so much in common it was like we shared the same brain. When I had first moved here, she and I were actually the first to become friends.

"I'm not a butterfly with a broken wing," I snapped as Susan came into view.

The smile on her face vanished and she tried not to show the hurt I caused her.

"Sorry," I smiled "it's the hormones."

Susan's smile came back and she wrapped me in a hug.

"It's ok," she said pulling away "Peter warned me."

I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"Susan is that Monica?" I heard Mrs. Pevensie ask.

"Yes mom," Susan said leading me and Lucy into the house.

Mrs. Pevensie came out of the kitchen wearing a cooking apron and covered in flour. She was a beautifully aging woman with a few wrinkles here and there. But for a woman with four kids and a husband fighting in the war, she didn't let the stress show.

"Monica dear how are you?" she asked me as she pulled me in for a hug.

"You want the truth?" I tried to joke.

She gave me a faint smile and tucked some of my brunette hair behind my ear.

"I've had four," she replied as her lips curled into a smile.

I laughed and gave her another hug. Mrs. Pevensie, though she insisted I call her Helen, was like another mother to me. When she found out I was pregnant, she didn't ban me from her house saying I was a bad influence on her kids. Instead she held my hand and let me know that no matter what she would always be there for me and her door was always opened. I pulled away from our hug when I saw Edmund come into the living room.

"Hey Ed," I responded as cheerfully as I could.

"Hey," was all he said before going into the kitchen.

"Nice to see you as well," I mumbled under my breath when he was out of view.

Edmund was three years younger than me and Peter and he was in the sauerkraut stage. Edmund was a handsome young man with dark hair and chocolate brown cow eyes. He hated when I referred to his eyes as 'cow eyes' and when I tried to reassure him that it was a complement, I always got a 'whatever'.

"There you are," I heard Peter exclaimed.

I turned around as Peter's feet landed on the last step. Peter walked down from the steps and pulled me in for a hug.

"You guys act like we haven't see each other in years," I said making a reference to all the hugs.

"Nah, we just love you," Peter smiled.

"Well I'm going to go into the kitchen and finish up the cookies," Helen said as she walked back to the kitchen.

"Edmund put that down and wait till later," we heard Helen scold Ed.

We all tried to hide our laughter as a defeated Edmund came back into the living room.