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Sometimes, Lucy dreams.
When Lucy dreams, there’s a little boy with golden hair and a little girl who follows him all over the place and drives him half mad. He runs to Lucy and she scoops him up high as can be until he laughs again and his sister tugs at her skirt for her turn. And when she has her turn, her brother tugs instead at his mother, and they switch again until her arms are too tired to lift any more, and she pulls them both against her chest and covers them with kisses til they laugh.
When Lucy dreams, her stomach rounds a little more each night, and she watches it, one hand poking with amusement until someone else’s covers hers and cradles her stomach instead. And she smiles and turns her head for a kiss.
When Lucy dreams, she’s home, and it’s not Narnia and it’s not Finchley and it’s not London, and she strokes at blond curls while she lies in bed and promises the nightmares won’t hurt.
Sometimes, Lucy dreams.
But when she wakes up, she pretends she doesn’t.
When Lucy dreams, there’s a little boy with golden hair and a little girl who follows him all over the place and drives him half mad. He runs to Lucy and she scoops him up high as can be until he laughs again and his sister tugs at her skirt for her turn. And when she has her turn, her brother tugs instead at his mother, and they switch again until her arms are too tired to lift any more, and she pulls them both against her chest and covers them with kisses til they laugh.
When Lucy dreams, her stomach rounds a little more each night, and she watches it, one hand poking with amusement until someone else’s covers hers and cradles her stomach instead. And she smiles and turns her head for a kiss.
When Lucy dreams, she’s home, and it’s not Narnia and it’s not Finchley and it’s not London, and she strokes at blond curls while she lies in bed and promises the nightmares won’t hurt.
Sometimes, Lucy dreams.
But when she wakes up, she pretends she doesn’t.
