❝yours truly, genevieve chen... sincerely yours, peter pevensie.❞
a heartbroken woman writes letters to her deceased fiancé... and a deceased king responds to the letters written by his grieving fiancée.
( post the last battle. )
It's any day now. I'm due in early May and it's nearly then, and to be frank, I'm tired of being pregnant. My father's jokes that I'm going to pop aren't helping at all with that. It actually gave me a nightmare last night of my belly literally popping like a balloon, and the baby floats gently to the floor. Funny in theory, yes, but certainly horrifying to dream about.
The baby's been kicking more and more these past few weeks. I think they're anxious to get out and I'm anxious to meet them. I won't feel so lonely anymore when I hold them. And I have been feeling lonelier the closer I get to the birth. I have my parents, your parents, and Susan and Briar too, but the one person I truly need right now is you.
If you were here, you would take my hands in yours and you would tell me to take deep breaths, and you would tell me stories and make jokes just like my father is. You and he would probably be teaming up to come up with jokes like that, and your father would probably get in on the fun as well. You'd be by my side at every hour. We'd be together.
Imagine that, Peter. You, me, and our child. A family, together for the rest of our lives. I dream about it. When I wake and I realize none of it was real — Sorry, as I was writing that sentence there was another round of false contractions. I'll be happy when those are over. I love you.
Yours truly, Genevieve Chen
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
PETER PEVENSIE. ASLAN'S COUNTRY.
My dearest Genevieve,
Yes, I can see why that particular joke of your father's would give you nightmares. It might be giving me the same nightmare tonight, how you tell it. And you are right, the image of the baby gently floating to the floor like a feather is actually a bit funny. Well, more than a bit. I just told Edmund and he's guffawing over the mental image.
I hate that you feel lonely during this, even with everyone there helping you. I would say it kills me, but as we all know... I think I just confirmed your theory that I would be making the same jokes your father is. Sorry, love. Seems you're right on more than one thing in this letter.
You, me, and our child. It's something I only dreamed about when I was alive. Maybe dreams do come true, just not in the way you expect and hope for. If they came true that way, everything you wrote would be reality. We'd be together. I love you, too.
