chapter fifteen

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the year 1015...

A light giggle echoed through the castle walls as Alexandra "chased" her young daughter. "Josie, darling, where are you?"

Shrieks echoed from the nursery, and Alexandra crept into the room, pretending to not see her daughter, who was behind her crib. She looked around and hummed.

"I wish I could find Josie, but oh well..." She crept up behind her daughter, and grabbed her, swinging her around in the air. "Ah! There you are!"

The sweet young princess giggled, reaching out toward her mother.

"Alex-"

Alex looked down at her son with humor in her eyes, watching at he reached for her from his crib. Peter laughed at their son alongside her, pulling her closer. "I think he's jealous."

"You have been taking up most of my time for months now, and Christopher needs his mother."

Peter laughed. "Ha-ha. I barely get to see you, what with you recording your new album, the tour, our new house..."

Alex pushed Peter away from her, rolling her eyes playfully. "Speaking of, we need to get going. The train gets to the station at 4."

He nodded. "I'll go call Lucy and Edmund, tell them to get ready for us to pick them up."

Alex grinned, blowing a kiss to her husband. "I'll be down in a minute."

He caught her kiss, winking as he left the room. Alex held her son close to her, bouncing him, and laughing at his gargling. He reached out, grabbing her hair. Alex gasped. "Christopher, no no!"

Alexandra immediately obliged, and Josephine nuzzled her head into her mother's neck. The barely one-year-old girl resembled her father so much that Alexandra sometimes doubted if she had even pushed her out of her womb.

A deep laughter rumbled into the room, and Alexandra grinned, turning towards the sound. "Hello, Peter."

He smiled. "It's good to see you in here."

She walked towards him, her daughter extending her arms towards her father. He grinned. "Hello, my darling girl." Josephine giggled, and Alex smiled widely at the sight. She had never felt more joy than when she watched her husband hold her daughter.

She looked at her husband carefully. "Have you visited him lately?"

"Just came back. I told him about how we met Santa." He smiled widely at his daughter. "My little angel." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his arms waist. "You look radiant my love."

She laughed. "Flattery suits you."

He leaned down, whispering in her ear. "Your clothes on the floor suit you."

She leaned back, smacking his chest. "Peter Pevensie!"

He pulled her back, laughing at her reaction. "What?"

"You know what! What is the matter with you?"

"Can a man not relish in the fact that his wife is ridiculously beautiful once in a while-"

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