Sorry everyone, I know you hate cliffies but you should know by now, that's my style ;) side note, i wrote the end to this one last night and was really happy with how it ended. I hope you all enjoy it.

Another side note/plug, I wrote a quick one-shot, my first Point of View fic, in Peter's POV, called "New Adventures and New Beginnings". It's pretty smutty but it's a romance one-shot, so go check it out if you like!

And, let's continue! :)

Tiger Lily was working on a leather dress with several other women around the fire and she jumped to her feet when she saw Peter and Wendy. She hugged them both and her hands went to Wendy's cheeks.

"Wendy-bird is worried." Wendy went pink.

"Why would you say I'm worried?"

"Pan and Wendy-bird come to speak to Medicine Woman. Come. I take you to her." They hesitantly followed Tiger Lily through the Village until they came to a very large tent. Inside was a woman who looked like she had to be about three hundred years old; her skin was wrinkled and leathery and she seemed to have her eyes closed.

"The Prince and Princess have come to Maseota for guidance. Maseota helps if she can."

"Maseota, Wendy was ill this morning and she thinks she might be with child. Is this even possible? I never thought it could be possible in Neverland."

"Anything possible in Neverland. Pan wait outside. Wendy-bird, come inside." Wendy shot Peter a worried look and he bit his lip.

"I'd rather not leave her—"

"Pan wait outside. Wendy-bird, come in," she repeated and Wendy followed the old woman inside. The tent closed and Peter stared at the flap anxiously. Tiger Lily lay a hand on his shoulder.

"Wendy-bird will be alright. Pan need not worry."

"I will worry if she is with child," he said in a low voice. "How could I do it, Tiger Lily? How could a child like me raise a child?"

"Pan learns, as he does with everything else. Wendy-bird and Pan do it together." But Peter wasn't reassured; in fact, the entire time Wendy was in the tent, he was getting more and more anxious. After what seemed like hours, the tent flap opened and Maseota walked out. She fixed Peter with a hard stare.

"Wendy-bird would like to see you." Swallowing, Peter entered the tent and found Wendy lying on a blanket, her hands on her stomach, which was protruding ever so slightly. Peter caught his breath in his throat; he knew in an instant what the answer was. Wendy caught his look and her face fell.

"Peter." She reached for his hand and he knelt beside her. She pulled his hand to her stomach and held hers over his. She waited for a moment, watching his face, until Peter, feeling something move beneath his fingers, snatched his hand away and gasped.

"It moved!"

"Your child is anxious to fly. The entire examination, he's been moving around in there," she said quietly, a small smile forming. Peter slowly brought his hand back again and held it there, looking awestruck. Wendy watched him, her smile widening. Peter cautiously lowered his head to her stomach and his cheek rested against her dress. He felt something move against his cheek and he grinned.

"Wow," he said weakly. He glanced up at Wendy and saw how tired she looked; his face fell slightly. "Are you going to be ok?"

"Maseota said everything should be fine as long as I get plenty of rest and eat a proper diet. There's no reason the baby wouldn't be healthy."

"He's a Pan. He'll be perfect." Wendy smiled and squeezed his hand. He gently lifted her into his arms and rubbed noses with her.

"Ready for me to take you home?"

"Mmhm," she replied sleepily, closing her eyes and resting her head against his chest. Peter carried her out of the tent and thanked Tiger Lily before rising into the air and flying his wife and unborn child back to their home.

Time stood still in Neverland and for Peter, this had never been a problem. But waiting for the baby was excruciating and both parents were ready to greet their child. Rumors flew around Neverland about the royal babe; what gender it would be, what powers, if any, would it have, who it would look like more, and so on. Everyone was wonderfully supportive of Wendy but unfortunately, as a new father, Peter was inexperienced and quite impatient. He didn't understand his wife's mood swings nor did he like the fact that a new being would take up all of Wendy's time. Of course, Wendy, the Indian Chief, Maseota, Tiger Lily, and many others had told him time and time again how wonderful it would be when the baby came and much he would love the child but that didn't change the fact that Peter was still a child in many ways and the simple fact was, he still didn't think he would make a very good father.

On a particularly foul day, where the weather matched Peter's mood, the wind howled while rain pounded the windows. Peter sat, cross-legged, with his arms crossed, staring out the window while his young wife knitted behind him. Peter chewed on the inside out of mouth, longing to say what was on his mind but knowing Wendy would probably explode from anger. However, Peter Pan did not ever have much of a filter and so he uncrossed his legs and cleared his throat.

"Is it too late to get rid of it?" Wendy's hands stopped and she slowly turned to face him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"The baby. I know we decided to keep it but can we still change our minds? What if we got rid of it? What if we're not ready for it just yet?" Wendy stared at him, uncertain as to if he had lost his mind completely.

"Do you honestly think we can just get rid of our child? Peter Pan, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, it was a simple question. I just thought, maybe we weren't ready—"

"You mean YOU'RE not ready," she said hotly. His face darkened.

"No, I'm not. I've been telling you that since the day we found out! Why do things have to change? Why do we need a baby?"

"I didn't exactly choose this, Peter, and for your information, it was what we did together that produced this child. You can stop acting like it was all me." Peter huffed and crossed his arms again.

"That thing needs to get out of you. You used to be nice and sweet. I miss the girl I married, the girl I saved on the Jolly Roger." Wendy looked as if she had been smacked and she slowly rose to her feet.

"This THING is your child, Peter, and he or she is coming, whether you want it to happen or not. And another thing…you are the most insufferable, unsupportive louse of a husband that I have ever known!" She started to cross the room and Peter, being his childish self, took it one step further.

"And you're a grouchy wife! I never wanted to be a husband…or a father!" Peter watched her slowly turn on the spot and for a moment, he thought her eyes had gone red like Hook's. But it was actually tears that he spotted and he instantly regretted his words. Before he could say anything else, she had yanked the door open and had disappeared into the rain. He called her name but she didn't look back and for a very pregnant woman, she could move fast. Peter ran out behind her but was blinded by the pelting rain and he shook his sodden hair out of his eyes. Looking around, he put his hand to his mouth.

"WENDY!" But she continued to run, her tears mixing with the rain, no longer caring about being wet and cold or even how much her body ached from carrying the babe. She ran until she collapsed in the mud and wept, her whole body shaking with sobs. She didn't even notice when the rain turned freezing cold and became snowflakes, a telltale sign that Peter Pan was distressed.

Peter had leaped into the air and was frantically flying over the forest, keeping his eyes peeled.

"Stupid, stupid, you're so stupid, Peter! She's your wife, she's your love…she's having your baby! You are SUCH an idiot!" He hissed at himself as he flew low. He couldn't believe that she could move that fast but he did not see her anywhere. He wished he could call on Tink to help but knew she could not fly in the rain or the snow. Letting out a frustrated groan, he picked up speed and continued his search.

"Peter!" He heard his name being called from the ground and landed beside Jack, who was shaking his hair out of his face and was rubbing his hands up and down his arms, doing his best to get warmth. "What's wrong?"

"Wendy's gone," Peter said, his face pale. Jack blinked.

"What do you mean gone? Gone where?"

"I don't know! We had a fight and she ran out! Jack, we have to find her. The baby…" he paused, remembering his words to Wendy and he groaned. "We have to find her. Please help me find her."

"Well, where do you think she might have gone? The Indian Village?"

"I don't think so. She was really really upset. Because of me. Because of something I said."

"Well…you don't think she'd do something stupid, do you?" Peter froze and stared at the Lost Boy, his jaw gaping slightly. His eyes slowly went above him and without another word, he took off into the air and flew up as fast as he could.