Peter Pan threw me on the forest floor. Luckily it was on my butt and by my stomach. I started to breathe again and when I looked around, I was surrounded by wide-eyes little boys. "Mother," one said. "You've...put on a few."

Slightly the wise-ass. Before I could retort, the twins hugged me. The twins. I never knew their real names. They were just sweet boys. But I wasn't their mother. I didn't want to be their mother when I was seventeen and bored, I didn't want to be their mother when I was twenty-three and pregnant with the child of someone I legit loved. None of these children's fathers were still alive so I wouldn't know. I pulled myself onto my feet and said, "Okay, this...is a huge mistake. I wasn't your mother five years ago, I'm not your mother now. And Slightly, I'm two months pregnant. I've gained eight pounds but I'm not fat, so shut up."

He giggled and said to Tootles next to him, "She's so strict!"

Peter Pan approached me and said, "Pregnant? With Father's baby?"

"Peter, would you care to explain to me what the fuck I'm doing here?" I hissed, making him step back. "Or just take me back where I was?"

"Would you care to explain to me," he retorted. "How you got onto Captain Hook and Robyn Byrd's ship? Where's Father?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Huh? Wait...what's your father's name?"

"Our father is Richard Pennington," Nibs said proudly.

"And our mother's is Ella Pennington," Curly added. He ran to me and hugged me. "I'm so happy you're back, Mother."

"I hope your baby is a boy," one of the twins said.

"We need a new man," the other added.

I pried Curly off of me and said, "You...poor, mistaken lads." I rubbed my head. "I'm Lucinda Pennington, aka Robyn Byrd. I'm not your mother and the bun in the oven is not my terrible Uncle Rick's." I furrowed my eyes again and said to Peter, "Don't tell me you're in touch with that son of...my grandparents."

"Sure I am! He visits every fall!" Peter said. "Haven't seen you in a while, Ella."

"He...can come here alone?" I asked.

They all nodded. My lips tightened. The good news was that James probably wouldn't let Ella out of his sight because I was gone. The bad news was that Uncle Rick could find us. "Boys, you're right about one thing. Ella is pregnant with Uncle Rick's baby. And she's fifteen years old. But boys, I'm twenty-three and my name isn't Lucinda Pennington anymore. For that matter, it isn't Robyn Byrd. It's Mrs. Lucy Hook."

The boys tried to laugh but wound up staring in shock and/or disgust. "Mother, that's not a funny joke," Tootles said.

"Yes, tell the one about the fish!" Nibs said.

I sighed. "I'm afraid I don't know that one...because I'm not Ella. I'm Lucy."

"Don't be silly, Mother," Slightly said. "Come, let's go in the house and wait for Father. We sent for him. He's not in England but he's coming soon!"

I gulped. "When is...soon?"

He shrugged. "A few days."

My lips tightened and my stomach churned. Uncle Rick had access to Neverland, an therefore he ha access to Ella and me. Nowhere in the galaxy was safe until he was dead. "Sweet lawd, I gotta get out of here." Before anyone else could move, say something or anything, I ran into the woods, as if it were at all safer there. At some point, I stopped and fell asleep.