When the there of them arrived at the Indian Village, the boys presented Wendy with a crown made of flowers to set atop her golden hair. She smiled as she hugged each of them and was greeted by Tiger Lily and her father. Peter watched her move around the fire, his eyes never leaving her face. He jumped when Stripes nudged him.

"Why do you look so glum? You finally found her!"

"Yeah…but I don't know if it was her choice to stay." Stripes frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Peter lowered his voice and quickly told Stripes what had happened on the ship. Stripes clapped him on the shoulder.

"She loves you, Peter. That much is clear from the way she looks at you! She would have made the decision on her own."

"I just feel like she's been trapped here," he said uncertainly, biting his lip. "I feel like…even though she loves me, she would have asked me to stay with her rather than her stay here."

"And would you?" Peter stared straight ahead.

"Yeah, I think so. I've lived without her for nearly a hundred years and never once stopped thinking of her. The moment I knew that it was her, that I had found her…I couldn't breathe, Stripes. I knew she was the one person I was meant to be with for eternity. Whether here in Neverland or in London with her family, I never want to leave her side."

"Well now you get both worlds. You get your Wendy lady and get to stay young forever." Peter glanced down at himself and looked uneasy.

"I'm not a boy anymore."

"Boys can't fall in love, Peter. And you fell in love. That's enough reason to stay the way you are." Peter knew the lost boy was right and his heart flipped when he saw Wendy striding toward him, her hair shining in the setting sun, her hips swaying seductively. She reached him and gave him a broad smile, which he returned.

"Why are you over here all alone?"

"I wasn't alone, I was talking with Stripes," he looked around to see the lost boy had left and he huffed. Wendy stroked his cheek.

"So what's wrong?"

"What makes you think anything's wrong?" Wendy's brow raised.

"I know you better than you think, Peter."

"I know you do. You've always known me better than anyone else." She wrapped her arms around him and leaned in close.

"So? Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Peter sighed and pulled her away, his hands resting on her shoulders.

"Would you have stayed with if you hadn't been forced to?" Wendy's bow furrowed.

"Forced to? How was I forced to stay?" Peter reached out and softly touched his fingers to her neck. She swallowed, a look of understanding crossing her face.

"The pirates have literally trapped you here. Poisoning you has kept you here, and I'm just curious if you would have stayed or not."

"Peter…you saved my life. You brought me back to you. I love you and never want to be apart from you. If your home is in Neverland, then so is mine." Peter's heart fluttered happily and he kissed her deeply. She went weak in the knees at his passionate kisses and her hands went to his face.

"And," she said, her eyes boring into his, "I would love nothing more than to take your last name as my own." His eyes widened.

"Would that make me your…husband?" She smiled.

"Yes, Peter. If you'll have me, I'd love to become your wife." Peter let out a loud crow and whirled her around in his arms. The Lost Boys all looked over curiously and Peter flew up into the sky, a broad smile on his handsome face.

"This perfect woman here has agreed to become my wife!" There was an eruption of cheers from the Village and people rushed forward to congratulate Wendy (Peter was still soaring overhead, his happy thoughts much too happy for him to come back down) and kiss her hand. Peter landed beside his bride-to-be and his arm wrapped around he waist. He kissed her cheek and could not keep the broad smile away.

"I love you so much Wendy. Gwen. Whatever it is."

"She is Pan's Wendy," Tiger Lily said with a smile. "Now and forevermore."

Peter opened his eyes to see the sunlight pouring through the window. Yawning and stretching, he tried not to move too much for fear of disturbing the perfect creature who was draped across his chest. Her blonde curls fluttered in her face as she snored lightly, her face pink from the lovemaking of only hours ago. Peter smiled and gently moved a curl aside, kissing her nose and lips. She let out a soft moan in her sleep and shifted a little, a smile on her face. Peter grinned and tossed back the blankets. He looked around the grand room they shared and decided he had better clean it today; it was getting to be a real mess. For the first week after they had been married, Peter had whisked his new bride off to a remote part of the island where they had picnics on the beach, swam in the neversea, and made love under the stars. It was the perfect honeymoon and when they had returned, they discovered the Lost Boys (with the help of the Indians and several other Neverland citizens) had built Peter and Wendy a brand new house, not far from the hideout. For the first few days, they would start to get out of bed and would find themselves distracted by each others' bodies and would wind up staying in bed all day. That was how the last week had gone by, as a matter of fact. Peter felt his stomach growl and he glanced down. Deciding he had better go find some breakfast he quickly pulled on his leather breeches the Indians had made him and flew out of the house, leaving his sleeping wife in bed.

Wendy awoke to an empty bed and she sat straight up, looking around.

"Peter?" There was no answer and Wendy bit her lip anxiously. They hadn't been out of each others' sight for more than two minutes since they had been reunited and Wendy immediately started to worry. But her worry was pushed aside by a wave of nausea that washed over her and she clutched her stomach, afraid she would be sick.

"Oh dear," she muttered, closing her eyes. She felt dizzy and was afraid she might fall over. Gripping her stomach, she pulled on her robe and made her way outside.

She stumbled over to the stream, not far from their house, and fell to her knees. Without warning, another wave of nausea overcame her and she was sick right then and there.

Peter had returned to the house with a basket of berries and a couple of fish and immediately spotted Wendy hunched over. Dropping the food, he flew to her side and heard her becoming sick again.

"Wendy?" he asked anxiously. She glanced up at him and paled.

"Oh Peter, I don't want you seeing this. I'll be inside in a moment." But Peter shook his head and crept closer, holding her curls up in his hands.

"In sickness and in health, remember? What's the matter?"

"I don't know," she groaned, wiping her mouth. "I felt sick as soon as I woke up. I feel dizzy, as if the whole world is spinning." She groaned and clutched her head. Peter lowered her head to his lap and ran his fingers through her hair, whispering soothingly.

"Come on, I'll carry you back to the house and take care of you," he whispered. She nodded and hurriedly washed in the stream, taking a few mouthfuls of water and cleaning herself up. When she was satisfied she was presentable, Peter swept her into his arms and started walking back to the house. He bent and let Wendy pick up the baskets of fish and fruit before they entered.

After setting the food down, Peter carried her to their bedroom and gently set her in the bed. He cast a worried look over her; she looked rather pale and looked exhausted. He gently stroked her forehead and kissed the top of her head.

"Stay in bed, I'll bring you some breakfast."

"Peter, I'm not dying—"

"No but you are sick," he cut her off. "And more importantly, you're my wife. So let me take care of you. Stay here." Because she felt like she was about to drop dead of fatigue, she obeyed her husband and lay back down in the blankets. Peter watched her for a moment before going into the kitchen and preparing a tray of food.

When he returned, he found her asleep and he decided not to wake her. Instead, he sat cross-legged in the chair next to the bed and ate his breakfast, keeping his eyes on his wife lest she wake up and get sick again.

Around mid-day, Wendy awoke to find Peter sharpening his sword beside the bed. He dropped the weapon when he saw she was awake and rushed to her side, taking her hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"Famished," she said honestly. He rushed to the kitchen and brought back a plate of fish and a bowl of berries, which she immediately dug into. He put his hand to her forehead and was relieved to see her color had returned.

"You're looking much better. How do you feel?"

"Much better," she said, her mouth full of berries. "It might have been something I ate last night."

"If the boys put anything in your food, I swear I'll—"

"Peter, they didn't," she said quickly. "And it might not even have been from the food."

"What else could it be? We don't get sick in Neverland."

"Well, I'm still human. I'm sure I can get sick too."

"Hey, I'm human too," Peter said crossly. "What did you think I was?"

"I didn't mean it like that….oh good grief, I just meant that I'm from the mortal world. Maybe the rules of Neverland don't apply to me?" While Peter puzzled over this, Wendy's eyes grew the size of dinner plates and her hand slowly went to her mouth, as if she were realizing something. Peter frowned at her behavior.

"What is it?"

"The rules of Neverland…may not apply to me," she said slowly. Peter's brow raised.

"You already said that. What rules are you referring to?"

"I think I might be…that is, it might be possible that….but is it even possible?...but if I am…"

"Wendy," Peter said in a whiney voice, sounding very much like his thirteen-year old self, "what do you know?"

"Peter, is it possible that I could be…with child?" Peter's very blood froze; after their first night together, Wendy had briefly explained how reproduction worked and what could result from their acts but he didn't think it was possible. No one aged in Neverland so how could a child be born? It wasn't logical or even plausible. Yet they had both defied the rules of Neverland more than once; they were both considered adults, being seventeen and eighteen years of age (in theory, of course) and were still welcomed on the island. Tinkerbell had returned to his side after he had settled down with Wendy and had welcomed him back with open arms and kisses all over his face (she had even greeted Wendy warmly) and had explained that because of what Peter meant to Neverland and its people, they were willing to overlook the fact that he was almost a man. As long as he didn't leave the island, he wouldn't get any older and nor would his princess. So how could a child be born in their world? How would it ever age and grow? And how, most importantly in Peter's mind, would he be a father when he was still a boy in mind and heart?

Wendy was watching him with baited breath, biting on her lip as she always did when she was anxious. Peter slowly took her hands.

"I guess anything is possible," he said quietly. "Maybe we should take you to the Medicine Woman to see for sure." Wendy nodded and Peter waited for her to dress. When she was ready, Peter swept her up and held her easily in his arms.

"I can walk Peter," she said a bit crossly but he refused to put her down.

"You weigh nothing and I shall carry you. Let's go." The moment he leaped into the air, though, she paled and her hand went to her stomach. Peter noticed and lowered to the ground.

"What is it?"

"Could we…could we walk? I don't think flying is agreeing with me today." Sighing, he set her down and grasped her hand. She was relieved that she wasn't nauseated and slowly followed Peter to the Indian Village.