*Based on post I saw on tumblr about your OTP. Who would fall asleep while reading the book and who would be the one to move the book, mark the page, put a blanket on them, and kiss them. So I was inspired to write this for Sylvia and James.*

This is based off when J.M Barrie actually wrote Peter Pan when it opened in 1904, 1907 when Arthur passed, and *spoiler* 1910 when Sylvia dies.

Comment of what you would like to see between Sylvia and James.

Thanks to NoelCarson for helping with editing and grammar.

Sylvia was engrossed in James' new play; although she watched it in her living room awhile back with her children she wanted to take in each word he wrote. She flew through act one quickly, but her eyes began to droop, and she fell asleep soon after.

James was walking by the lounge chair as he was taking the boys to Kensington Park with Porthos. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, Sylvia asleep with his play on her lap.

He stood watching her sleep so peacefully moving in quietly to her lounger chair.

He took his manuscript out of her grip and placed it on the end table. He also had one of Emma's maids fetch a glass of water. He made sure his manuscript was marked for her to pick back up.

He also found a blanket that he could cover Sylvia with. He wanted to make sure she was warm because it was winter and it usually got cold. The boys were wanting to play outside since the weather was warmer today. He watched her sleep and thought about how gently her chest would rise and fall with each breath she would take.

He knew she was very ill, but James didn't want the boys to worry. He promised to watch the boys if anything would happen.

James slowly leaned down and kissed her forehead as he made sure the blanket was snuggled around her. He truly loved her and didn't want her to go.

James heard the noise from the Nursery as the boys ran down the stairs. He quickly brushed his hand against Sylvia's face. As she slept she nuzzled his hand and smiled.

He wrote a note letting Sylvia know that her sons were with him, and they were safe. He took her hand and kissed it one more time.

He gave the boys Porthos and headed out.

Sylvia's eyes fluttered open to find a quiet house. Her mother was out at a charity event. The boys. She looked over at the table finding a note written to her. James. It was his handwriting.

Playing pirates with the boys x -James

She clutched the note to her chest. As a single tear rolled down her face. He had changed their life, and it was for the better. Barrie was the man who made her son's lives better, and she was so thankful.

She noticed the glass of water and took a sip helping soothing her dry throat. She unwrapped herself from the blanket and picked up his script again.

As she finished the play, a little note fell out of the script. Her hand flew over her mouth as she read. It was the dedication which she had never read before because James never let her.

To Sylvia and Arthur Llewelyn Davies and their Boys (My Boys).

And he was her James