Chapter 9: Like Newlyweds

Thanks to everyone who reviewed as always, especially Christyk!!! As for when Peter says that he trusted her with Matthew: in earlier chapters in AA&AT, he sees Wendy and Matthew together on their date and doesn't interfere. Also, Peter is very angry, and usually shouts things that come into his mind. Hope this clears that up!

There was nothing left for Wendy to do except write, and she spent her days in the kitchen while the others were out, just writing and writing. And at night, she found Peter sleeping on his throne, and not in their bed. It seemed like if she wasn't writing, she was getting sick. Her and Peter hadn't really talked since their last fight. They exchanged pleasantries at meals, but emotionally they were on different islands. If the children caught any distance between them, they didn't voice it, and were as happy as ever playing with Amanda and Peter. One particularly lonely night, Wendy reached her hand over to Peter's side of the bed. It was cold and empty. And she missed him so much. Wendy walked over to him, and draped her small warm body over his back. He awoke with a start. "Not sleep…" And then he saw it was Wendy. "Hey,"

"Hi," She whispered.

"You can't sleep?"

She shook her head, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "Not without you there…"

He opened his mouth to what looked like could form words, but he shut it again.

"Please come back to bed," She sobbed, "I miss you."

"Wendy, how can we… when we…"

"Please," She whispered.

Peter allowed her to lead him over to the bed. He lay down and she curled up next to him. He wrapped his arms around her, and soon, they both fell into peaceful slumber.

When Wendy awoke the next morning, Peter was gone, and for a few moments she thought it had all been a dream. But then she lay her hand on his side of the bed. Warm. Thank God for that. Wendy got up, smoothed her clothes down, and froze. Where her flat tummy used to be, was a small bulge. Wendy was horrified. She placed her hand over it. It was warm and hard. Wendy had read about malnutrition and the like in school. She tried to push it in, but it wouldn't move. It was true. She really was sick. But with what, no one knew. Well, what was the worse that could happen? She'd die in her sleep, and no one would miss her. Peter would grieve, maybe. Certainly not the children. Definitely not Amanda. And her family, her kind sweet family back in London would be none the wiser. She felt her eyes well with tears again. What had happened to her dreams she had of this place? It had become a nightmare for her. An absolute nightmare.

Wendy heard voices in the hollow. She fixed her clothes to hide her stomach, and went out to see what was taking place. Amanda (surprise, surprise) was the center of attention as she told another grand tale. Wendy rolled her eyes, and walked to the table where her novel lay before her. She picked up her pencil, and began writing.

It could have been an hour, or hours, Wendy couldn't tell, but Peter poked his head into the kitchen. "You're up late," He said, filling a small flower with water and draining it.

Wendy merely nodded. It was another airy statement from him.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked, drinking more water.

Wendy gave a small grunt. Another platonic question. He walked to her, and examined her lip. "You can't even tell she hit you. You won that fight, hands down."

Wendy's face brightened. "Really?"

He nodded.

"It's because I learned from the best," She whispered.

He grinned.

"Peter, you promised to play with me!" Blue yelled from the den.

Wendy locked her eyes on her writing again.

"I better go," Peter said. "You know how rowdy they get."

"I know," She whispered.

He walked to her, kissed the crown of her head, and strolled into the den. Hiding her tears, Wendy continued to write.

When it was time for bed, Wendy was surprised to find Peter sit down next to her.

"Are the children asleep?" She whispered.

Peter nodded. He knew better to tell Wendy that Amanda had tucked them in. It would only set her off down a path he really didn't want to walk down right now. He found himself starring at her, at the beauty that was Wendy. He realized her hadn't really looked at her in days. Her beautiful brown hair that was usually so orderly was a mess, and there were huge bags under her crystal blue eyes.

Wendy knew better too than to voice her concerns about Amanda as they slept. It was a rare moment that they were together, and they weren't fighting, and Wendy wouldn't be the one to start it. She found him starring at her, and she glowed. He hadn't looked at her in ages, and she found that she had been guilty of the same crime. And it was a crime not to look at Peter, she thought with a small smile. But his usual bronze skin was an unearthly pale, and his golden locks were scrunched at places that made it look like he wanted to rip his hair out.

What had happened to them?

And like a crack of thunder, Wendy knew. Amanda. But she wouldn't think of her. Not tonight.

"Peter," She whispered.

"Shh," He replied, and opened his arms to her.

Wendy didn't need her arm twisted. She scooted to him, the force of her knocking him over.

And they were kissing.

Hungry, passionate.

Hands traveling each other's curves.

And then Peter pulled away from her. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That." Peter sat up, pulling her with him, and lay his hand on her small swollen belly.

"Nothing, it's nothing," Wendy said, pulling her shirt down.

"It's something."

"I don't know," She confessed. "I don't know what it is. I'm probably just getting fat."

Peter arched a brow at her.

"Look, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." She said. "Let's just go to bed. The chief says I'm not sick. It may be just a girl thing."

Peter seemed happy with that answer. After all, Wendy was the first girl he got to know intimately, and he had no idea of how the female body worked, except for a few basics.

They both laid back down.

"Peter?"

"Hmm?" He grunted.

"Would you like me if I did become fat?" She whispered.

He grinned, "No. Definitely no."

She looked at him.

He grinned again.

"Clever…" She started with a giggle.

But he just covered her lips with his own.

Wendy gave in. It was just like it was when she first got to Neverland. It was like they were Newlyweds.

And then there was a large squeal from the children.

"Did you hear that?" She whispered.

"No," He said quickly.

There was the pitter-patter of little feet, and Ben and Petal stood at the foot of their bed.

"Peter!"

"What?" He grunted.

"It's the prisoner, sir, Miss Amanda," Ben started.

"Yeah?"

"She's fainted," Petal gushed. "Come quickly!"

Peter sat up. "I'll be right there."

Wendy grabbed his arm. "She's faking it."

Peter narrowed his eyes.

"She knows what we're doing in here. Think about it."

"What?" He questioned.

"She's doing this on purpose."

He shook his head. "You're denying someone help. I have to go, Wendy," He told her, and left her sitting there alone.