AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so please bear with
me! From the start, I must explain the origins of this story, as it pulls
from several different sources;
This story is picking up where Kimberly Appelcine's "The First Kiss" fanfic leaves off halfway through the epilogue. Kimberly's story, in turn, is a continuation of P.J. Hogan's movie Peter Pan, which is of course a version of J.M. Barrie's novel Peter Pan, which is in itself a sequel (of sorts) to Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens (also by Barrie Confused yet? ;-)
So, without much further ado, I present my very first (and very brief) chapter. All comments are welcomed! Please, I can handle constructive criticism. Enjoy! ;-)
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I. THE NEXT GENERATION
The nurse raced down the stairs as fast as her aged ankles could take her. One could scarcely tell who was the more anxious party - she or her patient. And since the latter was truly in no condition to be racing down stairs at the moment - one could argue that neither was our trusty nurse! - it was now all in the hands of the former to deliver the pressing news.
At long last, the nurse could see the large oak doors leading to the parlor, and with the one last ounce of strength the older woman had remaining in her, she flung the doors open.
"'Tis a BOY!" came the breathless cry.
And she needn't have spoken so loudly, for the expectant father was already standing but inches from the door, wringing his hands nervously.
But now, upon hearing the nurse's joyous announcement, his hands moved sharply to his hips. He stood erect and proud, his feet spread slightly outwards - a pose he had long come to be known for.
"I knew it," he announced quite confidently.
From behind the handsome, fair-haired man came sudden, exuberant shouts, thus ending his momentary lapse into pomposity. In his nervous pacing, the father must have forgotten that the two girls were even there. They had been so pleasant before; quietly sitting side-by-side on the large overstuffed armchair thumbing through the latest issue of National Geographic and daydreaming of the many wonderful adventures they were most certain to have - that is, of course, once Mother and Father deemed them old enough to leave their quaint little nest.
But now, that National Geographic lay carelessly on the floor, in imminent danger of being stomped upon by one or both of the girls as they noisily bounced up and down in anticipation of the new adventure presently awaiting them upstairs.
"May we see him, Daddy? May we see him?" the little girls shrieked.
The father raised a hand and bade them be quiet, then he turned his attention back to the nurse, still panting horribly as though she had begat the child herself!
"How is my wife?" he asked, already knowing the answer, arrogant as he is.
"She is well, sir," came the breathless reply. "She wishes to see you."
"Of course!" And with that, the athletic new father raced up the stairs with the vivacity of a young man half his age.
This story is picking up where Kimberly Appelcine's "The First Kiss" fanfic leaves off halfway through the epilogue. Kimberly's story, in turn, is a continuation of P.J. Hogan's movie Peter Pan, which is of course a version of J.M. Barrie's novel Peter Pan, which is in itself a sequel (of sorts) to Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens (also by Barrie Confused yet? ;-)
So, without much further ado, I present my very first (and very brief) chapter. All comments are welcomed! Please, I can handle constructive criticism. Enjoy! ;-)
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I. THE NEXT GENERATION
The nurse raced down the stairs as fast as her aged ankles could take her. One could scarcely tell who was the more anxious party - she or her patient. And since the latter was truly in no condition to be racing down stairs at the moment - one could argue that neither was our trusty nurse! - it was now all in the hands of the former to deliver the pressing news.
At long last, the nurse could see the large oak doors leading to the parlor, and with the one last ounce of strength the older woman had remaining in her, she flung the doors open.
"'Tis a BOY!" came the breathless cry.
And she needn't have spoken so loudly, for the expectant father was already standing but inches from the door, wringing his hands nervously.
But now, upon hearing the nurse's joyous announcement, his hands moved sharply to his hips. He stood erect and proud, his feet spread slightly outwards - a pose he had long come to be known for.
"I knew it," he announced quite confidently.
From behind the handsome, fair-haired man came sudden, exuberant shouts, thus ending his momentary lapse into pomposity. In his nervous pacing, the father must have forgotten that the two girls were even there. They had been so pleasant before; quietly sitting side-by-side on the large overstuffed armchair thumbing through the latest issue of National Geographic and daydreaming of the many wonderful adventures they were most certain to have - that is, of course, once Mother and Father deemed them old enough to leave their quaint little nest.
But now, that National Geographic lay carelessly on the floor, in imminent danger of being stomped upon by one or both of the girls as they noisily bounced up and down in anticipation of the new adventure presently awaiting them upstairs.
"May we see him, Daddy? May we see him?" the little girls shrieked.
The father raised a hand and bade them be quiet, then he turned his attention back to the nurse, still panting horribly as though she had begat the child herself!
"How is my wife?" he asked, already knowing the answer, arrogant as he is.
"She is well, sir," came the breathless reply. "She wishes to see you."
"Of course!" And with that, the athletic new father raced up the stairs with the vivacity of a young man half his age.