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Years of waiting to make a move had led to this. Months of waiting as her body grew had led to this-- this beautiful, infinitely precious moment where she gets to say hello to her son at last.

She's exhausted beyond belief. She's overjoyed beyond all measure.

She's going to be beaming as she waves her sibling over with a hand.

"Come. Meet your nephew."

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"He's me to thank for being here at all." It takes half a beat for her to add, "--indirectly."

Another laugh.

"That's quite true. He should know of your contribution to his existence."

Mostly so he doesn't hold back his heart nearly as much as his mother does.

"And you're all very welcome for it, not that you've thanked me."

But the huff in her tone is completely undermined by burrowing her nose affectionately against her sister's neck for a moment. The sigh that escapes her is entirely content as she settles again, reaches a careful finger toward her nephew's small hand to smooth.

"Thank you, Lu," she says with a fond laugh.

"You've helped us all gain a rather beautiful happiness."

One which is nearly overwhelming as she watches her sister touch her son's skin softly.

"I did." And all the amusement drains with a rather dreamy sigh, leaving only a warm happy sigh. "He really is beautiful, Su."

Dark and already handsome--as stunning as both his parents.

"He got his father's good looks," she tells her sister.

And likely, a fair bit of his mother's, too.

"Although I hope he gets his Auntie's big heart."

There's a rather pleased sort of hum for that, her fingers curling contentedly around the child's.

"And not his uncle's temper, I hope."

Rilian shifts slightly, dark eyes opening to stare at his aunt's face. Susan can't help the beaming smile at the sight, her reply a barely audible murmur.

"Aslan willing."

Her own murmured affirmation is half-lost in a pleased gasp. True, any child of Susan's would be loved desperately, but it's so impossible not to feel instant adoration for Rilian in particular, somehow.

"...congratulations again."

"Thank you, Lucy."

And she presses another brief kiss against her sister's hair.

"Would you like to hold him?"

Her eyes spark brighter for that, although there's a hair of hesitation.

"Really?"

"Really, Lu."

She's a big girl now-- young woman, really. Susan's confident she can handle this.

There's caution in the way she shifts more fully onto the bed. Intensely delicacy in the way she carefully reaches to bring the little boy into her own arms.

Absolute silence from the overwhelming joy of holding her nephew for the first time.

Rilian burbles happily as his aunt gets a good grip on him, tiny hands waving about just slightly.

"Easy, Rilian," Susan laughs softly to her son, a finger brushing against his, "If you wiggle too much you'll scare Auntie Lucy."

"He's expressive." Which is a good sign, really. His mother hadn't always been very good at letting out her own smiles. "It's wonderful, isn't it, Rilian?"

Another happy gurgle, though how much the child is actually responding is always questionable. Susan doesn't particularly care, at the moment.

"He seems to agree with you."

All things are possible, she's fairly certain. If this is her first proper conversation with her nephew, she's certain it's not a bad one.

"He's a very clever boy. He must get that from me as well."

"Certainly so," Susan agrees.

And the tiny smile Rilian offers seems to indicate as much, as well.

"The real question, I expect, is how we'll ever manage to get any work done ever again."

It's a distracting little smile, after all. It demands being cooed over.

"It's a good thing there are five of us running things," she says, "Hopefully one of us won't be so completely entranced by him that we'll actually be able to rule."

It's probably not going to be her.

"...Ed, then."

Who would, no doubt, adore Rilian just as much as his other siblings, but find the proper strength of will to keep the kingdom from crashing while they celebrated the new prince.

"Probably, yes."

Because her brother was like her, in that way. Able to put things aside to keep things going smoothly.

"Which leaves the rest of us free."

Free to fuss over this perfect little prince.

"So it does."

And so they will, likely. Particularly when the little prince is so amenable to being fussed over.

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