"You found a what?"
Peter was having a hard time believing what he was hearing. Many strange things happened on Neverland that couldn't really be explained. Hell, even a girl had shown up at their doorstep before.
But this. This took things to a whole new level.
"Look," said Felix, "I was just walking around the forest and there it was Just… laying there, completely silent. I thought it was dead at first, but then it started wailing. That's when I came to you."
"So now you're telling me you just left it out there?" he asked, giving Felix a scolding look.
"Well what was I supposed to do? Bring it back here?"
Pan rolled his eyes then looked away, contemplating what he should do. "Just… show me where you found it. I need to see this thing for myself."
Felix immediately started walking away and Pan followed. They made their way through the bushy trees until they came to a small clearing. Felix made an overly exaggerated gesture towards the middle of the clearing, and sure enough, there it was. Resting on the soft ground and wrapped in a bundle of pastel pink cloth, lay a baby.
Pan gave a worried look to Felix. He didn't know what to do. Peter, the man with a plan, the one that never failed, found himself at a loss for knowing what to do. Finally, he made a decision to go inspect it. He had assumed by the pink cloth that covered it that it was a girl, but he figured he should make sure anyways. He advanced towards the baby and kneeled down beside it. He unwrapped the cloth and as he suspected, he saw that it was a girl. Uncomfortably he quickly and messily wrapped the cloth back around the baby. He looked at the baby like he was watching a spider slowly eating its meal.
Peter hated spiders. The way they moved was just so unnatural and disturbing. He wasn't necessarily afraid of them, they just creeped him out.
Pan picked it up, lifting it from under its armpits and holding it up at arms' length. It was lighter than he expected. He had only held a baby once in his life. But that was different. It was his baby. His son.
He wrinkled his face and pushed the thought away and returned his attention to the baby. What the hell were they supposed to do with a baby?This was Neverland! Neverland meant that you never grew up. That meant that this thing was always going to be a baby. They couldn't afford that. Babies were loud and unpredictable. Pan needed stealth, and babies were the opposite of stealth. They couldn't keep this thing. Then again, they couldn't just leave it here.
Wendy. Wendy would know what to do. Pan pulled the baby in, nudging its back into the crease of his left arm and supporting it under the legs with his other. He motioned his head toward Felix as a gesture to follow him and they headed back to camp.
The walk back was torturous. The baby only started out with small whimpers here and there, which Pan could handle, but then the whimpers slowly escalated to ear-piercing screams. He couldn't get it to shut up. Pan was already fed up with the baby and couldn't wait to get it off his hands. Finally the wailing died down, and Peter was immensely relieved until he felt a slight trickle down his arm.
That better not be what he thought it was. Then the smell hit him. It was exactly what he thought it was. The baby had peed on his arm.
Rage swelled up inside him as he quickened his pace, heading towards the camp as quickly as he could.