"I cannot do this," I said quietly. I looked down to my stomach as if expecting a swollen belly to be there. It was flat but not empty. It was full of the young man's seed still, and full of his child. I couldn't really comprehend it, I was little more than a child myself...but it was true. Even if the shadow had not confirmed it, it was true. I had felt that golden glow spread through me with my release, it had clung to me as I stared into the fire and it was his. His child grew within me. I smiled a little to myself, thinking how the child would live in this world of magic and stories. The world I imagined living in as a child, our sweet babe would live. I could see her, with our features, her long hair streaming behind her playing hide and seek with Peter. It was a beautiful image.

My happy family would never be if I could not tell the father of my love, or of the baby inside me. I had to get strength somehow. I had to do it right, if I blurted that I loved him and didn't tell him the right way...he would lock me in a cage. I couldn't have that, our dear baby couldn't be born in a cage. No, I would have to approach this carefully. I wanted him to understand, and I needed him to not act abruptly. I could only do so much.

I took the walk to his home, taking my time. Every step seemed more careful, knowing that there was someone precious inside me. I smiled again at the thought. I took the gentle incline into the home.

"Peter?"

The boy sat on his bed, and when he saw me he grinned.

"Can't get enough of me?"

His arms wrapped around me and he kissed me deeply. I forgot everything for a minute, when his lips claimed my own and his hands slid down to grip my hips. I couldn't be too far along in the pregnancy, and I could already feel my breath quicken as I became excited. He pulled the hem of my dress up above my hips, his hands teasing my still sensitive womanhood. He pushed me onto the bed, his hand trailing over the warmth between my legs. He smirked at me as he teased at my entrance. Oh, fine I thought to myself, this is a good start to this talk.

His fingers pressed into me, and he plunged them in and out of my wetness. Every moment his hands were upon me was bliss, his lips found my own as his fingers dove into me again and again. I had forgotten everything in the way his tongue traced my own, and in his fingers, friction bringing that sweet release so much faster than I had expected. I cried out against his lips, eagerly leaning into them. He pulled his hand from my soaking center, and he left my lips to bring his dripping fingers to his tongue. I smiled at him, the sight of that making me warm.

"Thank you, Peter."

"I love how hungry you are for me. You can't even stay away," he grinned, pulling my lips to his again. I tasted a faint taste of myself on his mouth. The kiss was wet and brief, and he pulled away with a bit of a wet smack. My hands fell into my lap and I remembered why I had come.

"Might we...could we take a walk, Peter?"

"I suppose," he said, standing. My heart began to beat faster, scared again. My hands drifted to my stomach as I walked behind him. I dared not speak to the child within me now, but I offered her silent promises that everything was going to be alright.

"Peter, how long have I been here?"

"A long time."

"Well...how long will I be allowed to stay?"

"As long as you'd like, until the hourglass is nearly empty. Your child will someday be the savior of this place."

I froze for a moment, terrified that he'd figured it out. It took me a few seconds to realize he meant a future child. I began to breathe again.

"I'm glad for that. I like it here."

"I don't blame you, Priya. This doesn't seem like what you are trying to ask me, though. Spit it out."

"No, no, there's nothing else. I just wanted to walk with you. I like walking."

He stopped and turned to me, and I knew I had been letting a bit of fear into my face and my voice. He stared at me hard.

"Stop lying, Priya."

I nearly started crying there, but I held back my tears. Tears would make the situation worse, not better.

"Alright, alright."

I sat down on a tree log, taking a few breaths before beginning to speak.

"Have you ever thought about a world outside of this?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean...do you ever have the urge to leave Neverland, go somewhere else?"

He laughed, that was a good sign.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To explore different places?"

His face lost the laugh in it.

"I've been to different places, and I don't really care for them."

"And...what about...what about me?"

"Don't tell me you WANT to go back to that hell of a life you had?"

"No, no...I want to start a new life," I whispered.

"You want to leave Neverland?"

"No...yes...Peter, I care for you. You know that."

"Every boy on the island cares for me."

"No, no, Peter I lo-"

"Don't you DARE say love, Priya. Don't turn into that. I brought you here to get away from your life, you should be grateful, but none of that," he spat, throwing the words at me.

"Peter, please, I'm begging you. I do love you, I can't help myself, I have to be honest. I know it's not what you want from me but would it have to be so bad? We could go somewhere, start a family, or we could stay here and make a family of our own! We could be together, it won't change anything for you."

"The Lost Boys are my only family. Don't talk to me about family."

"Peter...come away with me. Be with me, we can be together, we don't have to be alone."

I could feel the child who rested inside me, she was not truly developed but she gave me strength.

"You and I can be happy, here, anywhere," I told him, putting my hands on his face. He stared at me as I looked up into his eyes, I thought I saw hope there. I pressed my lips gently against his, feeling him kiss me back. He was giving in, the child in me had given me all the strength I needed. As he kissed me I felt strong, and joyous. His hands reached up to caress my face and I felt the pure love and joy pulse through me. He stared into my eyes, as his thumbs stroked my cheeks and I felt the name of our future child bubble up in my mind and I felt it come from my lips.

"Emma," I whispered.

PLEASE DON'T FREAK OUT! Priya is NOT EMMA SWAN'S MOTHER! It's just a name. Next chapter will have a lot of unexpected things, so stay prepared! The story is getting close to it's end, I give it two or three more chapters, but it's been so much fun. I promise, I'll write more Panfics after I wrap this one up. Thank you all for the support, it means the world to me!