Chapter 2- Reconciliation with the Guardian; New Forgiveness, New Symptoms, and New Lessons
Peter and Wendy slept forever; it seemed as if they would never awaken. Marco was up, stretching his legs. Katherine had convinced him to allow her to access the surface for an hour, and so, there she was, breathing the cool morning air as it blew through her hair.
Peter and Wendy awoke after another hour of sleep. Wendy walked toward Marco, whose expression filled her with dread. His expression of disappointment was out of pain not of anger, but she did not notice this.
She collapsed at his feet, her tears bursting. "M...Marco. I'd like to apologize; I was so rude, I lost my mind. I know you, and that you don't forgive easily. I am at your mercy." She sobbed. Marco's eyes widened but he wrapped her in his arms in a strong embrace.
Her heart felt whole again; it was truly a miracle. "How... How could you forgive me so easily? I thought you'd be furious with me." Wendy sobbed. "I was never angry with you; I was sad, because I had thought you'd lost your way." Marco said, tightening his grip.
"I did lose my way." Wendy sobbed. "But you found it again; Jesus has cleansed you through your husband. I am so happy we have been able to reconcile." Marco said.
"But... What about Katherine?" Wendy asked. "Don't worry about her; I'll explain everything." Marco said, smiling warmly and helping the pregnant girl to her feet.
That evening, Peter was sitting on the sofa. Wendy stripped herself of her nightgown and looked at her reflection. Her breasts had started to grow and her nipples had begun to darken. Her curves hadn't changed much, but her waist had widened by about half an inch.
She fell onto the sofa beside Peter. Peter rubbed her cheek softly and she snuggled up to his body, moaning as she buried her face in his chest.
They slept awkwardly on the couch; the next morning, Wendy screamed as her vomiting habit seemed to go into overdrive. Peter was up within ten minutes, and Wendy's stomach was growling notoriously.
"I'm so hungry." She moaned, staggering to the sofa. "What do you wish, my love?" Peter asked. "I want food. Anything; our baby is craving fruit from the forest. Peter, please." She cried, grasping the hem of his shirt as her legs gave way.
Peter hesitated for a moment. Marco was already up and had been observing this conversation. "I'll do it." He said. "But she's my wife; the responsibility is mine." Peter protested. "No, Peter. You need to stay and take care of Wendy. Besides, our adversaries could be lurking about out there as we speak." Marco said. Peter reluctantly backed down. Marco flew out of the hideout and ventured into the forest.
Marco returned about an hour later with a lifetime supply of the various fruits and nuts from the forest. Wendy was overjoyed when she saw the food; she instantly pounced, devouring half the supply in seconds, as if she had been fasting for days on end.
Peter leaned toward Marco and asked, "What's happening to Wendy lady?" Marco noticed Wendy's bulging stomach and his eyes widened; it couldn't be. "Peter, you're going to be a father." He said.
