Not More, Most

Chapter 35- Stuck With Me

Stuck With Me- The Neighbourhood

"My back hurts."

Peter looked up from where he was massaging Sanya's feet, and forced his annoyance to not show on his face.
"I only have two hands. And your back always hurts."

Sanya raised her brows, "So you're going to let me, the mother of your child suffer from back-pain just because it was normal for me before I got pregnant?"

"You know, I may have only read a few chapters of your Harry thing, but you seem a lot like someone from the Snake house right now."

She gasped, and kicked out at his face, and he very narrowly dodged her foot.
"Bite your tongue, I'm a Gryffindor through and through!" She said proudly, before adding, "But one with social anxiety, that is."

The Magnificent rolled his eyes, "You don't have to tell me. You keep calling me all the time from wherever I am whenever you need to ask a servant for even a towel."

"What, the mother of your child-"

"Will you stop pulling that card?" Edmund walked in, his arms full of books, his tone exhausted and fed up. "Mother of your child, mother of your future niece or nephew-"

"They really need to find a gender neutral word for that." She interrupted him, before grinning. Even back-pain couldn't keep her from annoying the Pevensie brothers. "And I'll use whatever card I please."

He stopped, and gave her a look, "You're lucky I'm in-" He abruptly cut off, remembering Peter was in the room. "That I'm in- a good mood. Carrying books up and down is not for the faint of arm."

"Tell me about it." Peter muttered, getting to his feet, hoping Sanya had forgotten that he'd promised to do the foot massage for another hour. "Carrying anything that heavy-"

"I'm carrying your baby, in case you forget."

Peter turned to frown at her, though it was true that he couldn't usually look very annoyed with her. She was five or six months along now, lying against the headboard of her bed, her hands casually placed on the small but noticeable baby bump which had sprouted out last month and freaked him out so much he'd run to get Rhindon. Apart from that, she looked the same as she always had, except perhaps her skin was more oily than usual. Maybe that was the glow Susan was telling him about...
"Are you purposely being annoying?"

She nodded, "Yup," and Edmund laughed, sitting down on the bed beside her.

"Well, at least she's honest." He shrugged, putting the books on her bedside table. When was she reading all these books anyway? All she did was sleep or go out for walks, she was never in her room. "Oh, Pete, I saw Lilliandil looking all lost and looking for you- something about a trip into town?"

Peter blinked, before his eyes widened, "Oh, hell, I forgot- we were going to look for cribs-"

Sanya glared at him, "The baby will sleep in my bed."
She'd slept in her parents' bed as a baby, and as had her little brother, and so would her baby. This European custom of sending little babies away to cribs or a separate nursery irked her.
"I'll be going along with what I know from my Indian upbringing, you coloniser."

Peter waved away her words, "You move around in your sleep, you'll squash it, so no to that."

"Excuse me-"

"You two were so mellow and soft with each other while you were dating." Edmund pondered out loud. The two turned to face him, and saw that he looked thoughtful. "I say it's the lack of physical and sexual contact."