Things were getting better. It had been about a week since Peter promised to stay with me. Peter said he would go looking for Hook when he found a lead, but in till then he would stay at home with me. The boys were starting to play and laugh again. Peter moved into my room with me and best of all I didn't have nightmares every night. Everything was almost back to normal but I knew that would all change soon.

It was almost dark and Peter and I were standing at the edge of the lack. Peter had his arms around my waist and his head rested on mine. The moment was so perfect and I hated that I was about to ruin it.

I pulled from Peter's grasp and said, "Peter, we need to talk."

His face fell. "Ok."

I took his hands in mine. "Peter, I am so glad that everything is returning to normal…but…" I looked at the ground.

Peter lifted my face with a hand on my chin. "Yeah?"

"Peter, I need to go home."

He jerked his hands away from me. "What?"

"It's just…" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"You promised," He took a step back. "You promised you would never leave me."

"Peter you don't understand."

"Then make me understand!" Tears pooled in his eyes. "Sarah, I know everything has been really hard lately but we can get through it together. I swear I'll change. I'll try harder." Tears poured from his eyes.

"Peter…"

"Please…" He wrapped his arms around me. "Please don't leave me. I need you, Sarah…I love you."

Tears streamed down my face. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Peter, I'm pregnant."

I felt his body go rigid.

"Peter?" I pulled away to look at him. "Are you ok?"

"You're…pregnant?"

"Yeah. That's why I need to go home. I need to make sure and then I need to decide what to do about it."

Peter just stood there staring at the ground. He was as pale as a ghost.

"I don't want to stay gone forever. It'll just be for a little while, in till I can get this all figured out…and I want you to come with me. I want you to be part of whatever decision I make. That is, if you still want to be with me."

His eyes jerked up, "Of course I still want to be with you." He wrapped his arms around me. "No matter what, I will always be by your side…And I will never let anything happen to you again."

Tears streamed from my eyes. "Thank you, Peter."

After a long moment he released me and asked, "So when do you want to leave."

"Well," I thought for a moment. "Would you mind leaving tomorrow?"

He nodded his head. "Ok. We need to head back before the boys hunt us down looking for dinner."

"Alright. You know we're going to have to tell them tonight."

His face fell. "They're not going to like it."

"I know."

As we walked to our home we discussed how to break it to the boys. We were trying to figure out how to explain it without upsetting them. When we stepped into the house Tootles came running up to me. He jumped straight into my arms.

"Mother were have y'all been?" Tootles asked.

"We were just out for a walk." I tickled his tummy.

Curly gestured to the table, which was covered in food, "We just finished making dinner."

Peter smiled, "You know me and Sarah would have done that."

"We wanted to surprise you!" The twins said together.

I put Tootles down and walked to the table. "It looks delicious."

"Can we eat now?" Nibs asked as his tummy growled.

I giggled, "Yes."

After we finished eating everyone was sitting around patting the fat bellies. I looked at Peter.

He shook his head and sat up straighter. "Boys we need to talk to you."

All the boys sat up and stared at us.

"Me and Sarah need to go back to her home."

They all gasped. Curly said, "I told you she wouldn't stay long."

I broke my heart to see how sad this made them. "Curly, I'm coming back. Peter and I have some business that we need to attend to."

Tootles jumped into my lap. "How long will you be gone?"

"Just a few days."

We continued to explain everything to the boys, well everything but the pregnancy. I didn't want them to know about that, at least not in till we decided what to do about it.

The next morning, just before daylight, Peter, Tinker Bell and I flew to my old home. I wondered what it would be like to see my parents again. Would they be mad that I was gone so long? Would they be happy to see me?

Peter guided me to my old house. We landed on the windowsill of my room. The window was still open.

"Why would my window be open?" I asked.

"Jane probably assumes you're with me."

"Oh…" I climbed into my old room. It was exactly the same as when I left.

"When do you think Jane will be up?"

"She is probably already up. She gets up with father at five every morning."

"Dang, why so early?"

"Father leaves for work around six."

"Growing up is just no fun."

I smiled, "Come on she is probably in the kitchen."

I lead the way from my room to the kitchen. I was so nervous that I felt like I was going to puke. My mother and father sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. When we entered the room my mother stood.

"Sarah?" She looked as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Hi, Mom."