The man paced back and forth outside the bedroom door, his feet making wrinkles in the carpet as he went, though he didn't notice; he had many other things on his mind.
He was an educated man. The type who knew about stocks and shares. He was not old now, but in his younger days as a boy he had fancied a young girl, and when the time came that many men who were also boys when she was a girl discovered instantly that they loved her, and when they ran to her house to propose it was him who took a cab and nipped in first, so he got her.
Five years had passed, and it was about time she was due with their first child. He had hoped for a boy, and of course she had hoped for a girl, but it was sure that whatever came would be embraced with open arms.
The man waited eagerly outside the door , his feet grown tired of pacing and he had been forced to sit down, ever so once in a while he'd look at the clock, the watch in his pocket, back at the door, then at his feet which had fallen asleep about an hour ago. Finally, the silence broke with sound of a faint cry, and out stepped the doctor, a tiny bundle of blankets in his arms.
"Mr. Darling, I am happy to inform, that you are the father of a girl."
Mr. Darling sat there with his child for what seemed like the longest time until Mrs. Darling had asked to see them, upon which Mrs. Darling had cried out "Wendy!" and thus they had named her. Soon to follow was John; with the extra pimp of the birth of a male, and then Michael. As the three babes slept peacefully in the nursery a pair of green eyes watched from outside the window
And then began the enchanted story of a lifetime.