Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii everyone!!! Tomorrow's my 22nd birthday (hard to believe, huh?) And you all have the privilege of reading my last Peter Pan fic. I'm not going to make a third after this, and we only have about three more chapters to go!!! But thank you all for the reviews, and here we go
Chapter 19: Home at Last
Coming home to a house already filled with a lot of people was only temporary; Wendy and Peter assured Mr. and Mrs. Darling. Peter's gold would be enough to keep them comfortable for the rest of their lives, and they would look for a house as soon as they planned the wedding. But for now, they had two cribs set up in Wendy's old room where she and Peter slept.
Wendy had just changed Jane and placed her back in the crib when someone wrapped a pearl necklace around her throat.
Wendy gasped, and turned. Peter stood behind her, fastening the clasp.
"What's this for?" She gushed, "Peter, it's beautiful!"
"John said it was custom for the father to buy the mother a present."
Wendy whirled around and put her forehead against his. "Thank you, I love it!"
"I have something else for you, Wendy," He said, pulling away from her.
"There's more?"
He nodded, and got down on one knee, and fished a small box out of his pocket. Cradled in the black velvet sat a beautiful diamond ring. "There are only a few facts I've known since I met you." He said, while Wendy shivered on the spot in tears, "That the sun rises in the morning, it sets at night, and that Wendy Darling loves me. I want to return her love for the rest of my mortal life. If the world ended tomorrow, I would die happy knowing that I had the privilege of sharing in one of the greatest love stories ever told. Our story. So, I'm asking, Wendy Moira Angela Darling, will you marry me?"
Wendy didn't say anything at first; she just stood there crying.
"Wendy?" He asked quietly.
"YES!" She screamed, waking the babies, "Yes, Peter, yes!"
Peter grinned, grabbed Wendy and spun her around the room.
There was a thud, and the door to their room burst open, spilling all of Wendy's brothers on the floor.
"We're getting married!" Wendy gushed.
The boys congratulated them.
Everything seemed perfect…
Mrs. Newman had given up any hope of ever seeing her son again. It had been so long that he had run away, that the police considered him legally dead. Imagine her surprise when she glanced through the paper, and came upon the wedding section. There, his arms around a pretty young girl stood her son. They had given him the name Smith. Peter Smith. Her eyes filled with tears and she raced into the den to find her husband. He was asleep on the couch, but she woke him with the shake of his arm. "Terence! Terence, wake up! My God, it's Peter! It's Peter, he's come home!"
Sorry for the short chapter, next one will be longer!