A/N : Ah,the last chapter ,I'll try to make it long,but if I can't forgive me.
Peter woke up,knowing something was different about this day,then he remembered. he was going home today! He sat up throwing the covers back,as Victoria came in,he was surprised to see the maid was crying.
" Vicky ? are you crying." he asked ,sliding out of bed. Victoria wiped her eyes with the hem of her smiled tremously," It's silly,of me I know,but I just heard the news,that you're going back to your family today. Don't you want to stay with your real family?"
Peter sighed ," They are my real family,Victoria,I don't belong here,this life," he swept an arm over the room," This isn't my life,I 'm not used to this."
Victoria sat back," But all that money,think of all you can do." the girl's voice trailed off,for her even imagining owning all of this was overwhelming,she had grown up in a family of thirteen.
" Money isn't everything,Vicky." Peter said quietly,recalling his grandfather's face,the man was rich beyond his wildest dreams,yet he was very bitter." But that isn't why you're sad is it?"
"You made the missus happy,I've never seen her smile until you came." Victoria revealed,"We're all going to miss you like mad,why Cook and I stayed up all night crying w hen we heard you were to leave today."
" I'm not going across the world,Victoria,I'm sure Grandmother would let you visit on your days off,if I gave you the address ,and you could always write to me."
" I can't read or write." Victoria admitted blushing with embarassment.
" You can't,I never knew on Sundays,I always see you with the Bible." his voice trailed off.
" Well" Victoria said flushing," I pretend I can read,it's silly and foolish,I know."
" Not foolish.." Peter said recalling the times when he was little when he used to do that. " Victoria,how old are you." he asked suddenly.
" Sixteen." Victoria replied.
" How come you never learned to read,didn't you go to school." Peter asked.
Victoria giggled," I never had time,I was the oldest of eleven children,I had to take care of the little ones."
" I could teach you to read." Peter said.
" You're leaving today,aren't you?" Victoria reminded him.
Peter bit his fingernail,something he did when he was thinking," Well,I guess I could go next week,I do want you to write to me and until you learn to read,you won't be able to write."
" But won't it take long to learn how to read." Victoria asked.
" Not really,I taught my baby sister in a depends on how much you want to learn." Peter said stood up," I'm going to talk to Grandmother meet me in the library about ten ,bring some mending or something." he left the room.
Victoria was a very eager and fast learner. " I never knew it coudl be this simple." she said on their fourth day,she had mastered the alphabet and simple words,now they were writing simple sentences.
" Tell me about your siblings." Victoria said copying down the sentence,Peter had written for her.
Peter's eyes lit up," I have three,Susan' s thirteen,she could be sort of bossy,but she's gentle and motherly too. She has this hidden grace deep within her,and she seems mature for her age,though,she actually is." he added quietly. " Edmund's twelve,and I know he'd give his life for me. he has a good sense of right and wrong . He has a way of looking at the world differently than others 's eight and a half,she's everyone's angel,she just lights up a room when she enters. No one can be sad around just has this faith about her ."
" You miss them,don't you.?" Victoria asked tucking her hair back in it's bun.
" Yes,very much." Peter said.
Victoria nodded and turned back to her paper.A few minutes later,she stood up," I should get back to work." she said sighing.
One Week later
Natalie was sitting on the couch watching the snowflakes swirl around in the air. She sighed,if Peter were here they'd go ,skating at the pond down the road. Sometimes they'd go alone,other times the five of them would get together.
A car came down the street,Natalie peered out the frosted window,no one drove that kind of car in Finchley,it was long and sleek,in fact that car screamed status. Natalie wondered what sort of person drove that car.
The car stopped and the passenger door opened, Natalie was out of the house in a flash.
"Peter!" she screamed in delight,throwing her arms around his neck," Oh god,I wasn't I mean... you never told us,why didn't you write." she babbled.
Peter returned her hug enthuiastically,"Nice to see you too,Nat,could you loosen up a bit,I can't breathe."
Natalie let go," Oh,sorry,but we never expected to see you again,I thought your father wanted custody of you? What's he like? what's your Mum like? what kind of house do they live in?" Natalie peppered him with questions.
Peter held up his hand," One thing at a time,but I have a question,where is everyone.?" he asked noticing that no one had come out of his house.
" They went to get a Christmas tree." Natalie said," They invoited me to come,but I didn't want to intrude."
Peter nodded,then he turned to the mand standing behind him,"Natalie,this is my father,James."
Natalie looked at the man,she knew now where Peter got his good looks from.
She stuck out her hand," How do you do ,sir." she said politely,she looked at Peter mouthed" later"
" All right,spill,what are they like what's the house like?" Edmund and Natalie demanded. It was ten minutes later,after a tearful reunion,mostly from Helen ,Susan,Natalie and five children were in the boys room ,while Helen,George and James were down stairs talking. At first George and Helen were a bit wary about meeting the man that wanted to take their son away,but soon they warmed up to him.
" They're rich,well he is,I never met my mother." Peter said.
" Rich how rich?" Susan asked.
" Very rich,the house is huge,bigger than Professor Kirke's house." Peter replied, " I have grandparents,I liked my grandmother,but I like Nana better,she's a proper grandmother."
" What about your grandfather?" Edmund asked.
" He doesn't like me and I think he's a bitter old man." Peter replied his eyes darkening.
Susan raised an eyebrow," You're leaving something out,what is it?" she asked.
"I'm not." Peter said looking slightly uncomfortable.
" Yes,you are,what is it?" Susan insisted.
Peter bit his fingernail," I have a inheretance." he stated.
"Oh,what do you mean ." Natalie asked.
" I mean when my father dies,I inherit everything,not just the house which is probably worth alot of money,but all his businesses and stocks and everything." Peter said slowly.
" Why is that bad,I don't mean to sound greedy,but I'd love to have a inheritance like that." Edmund said.
" Edmund!" Susan scolded.
" Come on,Su,admit that you'd like to have to never worry about having money for the rest of your life." Edmund said unfazed by his sister's disapproval,he looked at his brother," I take it you don't want it."
" I don't know if I do or don't. Money makes you greedy it makes you do stupid things like lying to your son and telling him the only girl he ever loved never cared for you and kicking a pregnant sixteen year old out and dismissing her from your service." Peter said .
" What are you talking about?' Susan asked,Peter rummaged in his suitcase and handed Susan the stack of letters,he had took them and read them," That's so sad and romantic,they really loved each other didn't they?"
Peter nodded. " I didn't think they did,but that was before I found the letters. One day I want to find her."
The others looked at him,"But why." Susan asked," Don't you love Mum."
" Of course,I still love Mum,I will always love Mum,but I want to know what my birth mother was like." Peter said. "It's all right,it won't be until I'm older."