Author's Note: Well, I had an inspiration, and thus have continued this fic. I do not know if it will turn into a long chapter story or not; it will depend on what else I come up with and what feedback I get.

I send out a large thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I never thought this fic would be so popular. I hope this chapter is satisfying to those of you who asked for me to write more.

So without further ado, here is chapter two.

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Chapter 2: Ponderings in the Morning

Wendy crept softly about the house. She had awakened much earlier than usual; her head had been full of wonderings, causing sleep to flee from her. Now she tended the fire, feeding so that it grew stronger and brighter; then she put away her bedding.

She looked on the innocent, peacefully sleeping boys. Wendy knew she flushed as she turned her shy gaze to Peter. This time, she was unobserved – no stars winked at her – as she watched him.

Unconsciously she touched her fingertips to her lips, recalling that unexpected – though not completely unpleasant – incident which happened the previous night. Her first kiss… She had been so stunned by Peter's actions; what he did was completely against his nature. She was just a little frightened yet also strangely excited by this new side of him which she had never seen before. She could not begin to guess what mood or thought had come over him for him, at that moment, to show that he perhaps was not completely a little boy at heart as he believed. He had been gentle while also insistent when he held her lips and hair prisoners. Now as she thought back on it, she realized she had always assumed Peter's lips to be dry, rough. She had guessed wrong: his lips had been soft and sweet against her small mouth. And a wave of heat had washed over her. Remembering it, Wendy shuddered; she had never experienced anything like that before. Perhaps it was something that only Peter—

Embarrassed and ashamed of this new unexplored – and possibly dangerous – path her mind was taking, Wendy did not finish the thought but quickly turned her attention away from Peter and instead headed for her tree.

Once above ground, she was greeted by her beloved wolf that bounded out of the trees. Patting her friend gently on its head, Wendy walked through the jungle to gather coconuts for the boys' breakfast. When her arms were overflowing with the fruits, she started for home, but soon found herself wandering aimlessly about. She was unable to keep her mind from going over last night once more.

Peter was not one to show affection to Wendy or any of the boys. He was one to give orders, and maybe give a kind word – but not too kind, for he was captain, after all. Wendy had never been completely certain of how Peter saw her or what his feelings toward her were; his actions last night now made her all the more confused. She had sometimes dared to imagine in her deep dreams what it would be like to perhaps receive such a kiss. But she had believed it would forever remain a dream, and she had always shaken her head when a tiny voice whispered to her that if she could receive such a thing, she would gladly accept it from Peter.

Why had Peter done it? Would this affect the…friendship between them? Would he be any different because of what had passed between them? How could she face him today (for she knew she herself was not quite the same)? What was she to do?

Wendy found no answers, only more questions as she realized her feet were carrying her back to the house…. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, stepped into her tree after first rolling the coconuts down, and zoomed down into the house. The girl got to her feet and dusted herself off. She began to gather up her fruits but stopped when she for some reason looked up to have her gaze collide with Peter's, who stood by his bed and stared at her with an expression she could not read. Wendy's breath caught in her throat at this unexpected contact, and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Neither child moved or made a sound for a long time. Then, slowly, a cocky grin spread across Peter's face, like a beam of morning sunshine. Wendy managed to hold back a gasp; had he just winked, or were her eyes playing tricks on her? She felt an answering smile creep from one corner of her mouth to the other. Peter's grin widened as he came forward until he was scarcely a foot from her. When he was happy, his happiness overflowed and spread to those around him; and Wendy could feel it right then. She watched as the boy placed his fists on his hips in a familiar pose.

"Good morning, Mother!" he greeted her cheerfully.

And for reasons she did not understand, the girl's heart, which had been beating so wildly, fell to her feet.

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