A/N: I am sorry it has been so long I just got back home from working in Disney.
I waited for the longest time. Every movement caused me to jump up and turn hoping that it was Peter flying home to me. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Tink was pulling on my hair.
"What is it Tink?" She buzzed around my face asking me to follow her. She led me to Skull Rock where Peter was sitting on the center.
"Peter?" I said hesitantly before I reached it.
"Wendy." He looked up and smiled. I landed beside him.
"Are you all right?"
"I suppose. I just, a father me. I almost don't believe it."
"Well you should. I'm going to raise this baby with or without your help. But I'd rather have you by my side."
"There have just been so many changes. I never expected to grow up but having a baby of my own is almost too much to handle."
"Don't you think it's a lot for me too?"
"I just… I don't know what to do. I always know what to do."
"Peter just tell me what you are going to do."
"I wish I knew. "
"Oh Peter when you decide on anything come home." I got up leaving Tink with him. At the tree house the boys were all sleeping still. I sat on the back porch waiting for Peter to come home. The nausea swept over me to spin around me. Then I tipped over the edge and gradually fell, thanks to the pixie dust, to the ground. I laid there for a moment waiting for the nausea to pass, I slowly sat up. I needed my own time to think. The cliffs edge was a relaxing place for me to think. I sat up there thinking to myself "What if Peter leaves me? I want to raise the child with him but I don't know if I could raise the child without him. Or even if I could raise the child in Neverland with him." So many questions all hinging on his one answer. Everything in my life has been turned upside down just because this boy found me all those years ago. Yet despite how much Peter put me through I wouldn't be anything without him. I loved him and help me god if I didn't know anything to do about it. Letting my worry get the better of me I went back to the tree house to check on the boys. Peter was flying back in forth in worry across the entrance. He landed at my feet.
"Where have you been?" He demanded.
"Shouldn't I ask the same of you?"
"You know I needed time."
"As did I."
"For what?" He said with that pondering look on his face.
"I have as many unknown questions about this as you do."
"But you seem so sure."
"But I am not."
"All I know now is that I do love you and I'm in this with you."
"Oh you are!" I grabbed him and hugged him as if I wouldn't see tomorrow again.
"So tell me about this baby thing." I laughed at him and began to tell him all I knew. After telling him everything he had a lot of questions which I tried to answer in the best way I knew how. My exhaustion got the best of me and when Peter saw my eyes drooping he picked me up and carried me into our room.
The next morning I woke up later than usual. Oddly enough Peter had everyone organized and ready for the day.
"Good morning, beautiful," Peter said to me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him whispering morning into his ear. With a wave of his hand Peter sent all of the boys away and we were alone.
"Peter, do you think Flint is really gone?"
"No, I think he is just giving it time to plan something out."
"That is what I was thinking."
"On to much happier subjects how are you feeling?"
"Fine, I have a little morning sickness but that is normal."
"Should we go see a doctor in London?"
"I suppose. But we should take the boys back."
"Your mother must be getting used to this by now."
"Yes, I just don't think she will ever like it."
"Are you going to tell her anything?"
"She wouldn't understand or she would force me to stay there and away from you."
"I can't let that happen."
"And that is why I will be keeping my mouth shut."
"While we are in London is there anything we should pick up?"
"For now I think we will be just fine dropping the boys of and seeing a doctor."
"All right. I will go find the boys and tell them that they will be traveling home today."
"Thanks." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before he flew off. I got to work packing up a few provisions for the flight back. I grabbed an extra bag of fairy dust so that I could return home and waited. Peter was the first to arrive but he had the boys trailing behind him. Peter swept me up in his arms.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes." With that he flew off and we all went back to London.