James sighed, and took off his long coat again, hanging it up. He then walked to his bedroom with his Journal, and sat down at his desk. He sat there for a bit thinking, but then began to write.
Lightly in the distance light thunder was heard, and James glanced at the clock to see that it was 11:30 p.m.
He then shut his Journal, and went to bed well at least he tried. James kept thinking about Sylvia, and how badly he yerned to kiss her. Yes, he kissed her on the cheek, but he was being polite. He didn't know if Sylvia was ready to make that type of commitment yet.
After all he did just basically, divorce Mary, and her husband died either a year or more ago. James turned on his side, and looked out the window. The moon was bright, and all this thinking was really making him tired!
He then slept and wasn't disturbed until the sun peaked up and shined through his window. He then got up, and got dressed. He wanted to talk to Sylvia, just to hear her and see her. Actually, just to be in the same room, let alone house was good enough for him.
"Mr. Barrie." Called his Maid Elizabeth. (A/N: I don't remember if that's what one of his maid's name was, but I'm pretty sure I think that's what he said. I don't know though).
"Yes?" He asked stopping at the door, with his hand on the doorknob.
"Mrs. Barrie called, she would like to know when she could stop by and get her things." Elizabeth held some laundry in her arms, in the laundry basket. James looked a bit angry. He didn't really care for Mary anymore.
All she ever taught him was how a lady should not act!
"Tell her that, I said she can't come and get anything. She does not own anything more in this house. She has already taken her clothes, and personal belongings. Therefore the rest is mine…after all I bought it." He said, and then opened the door, "Thank you Elizabeth." He bowed slightly, and left the house.
James was so frustrated with Mary! She couldn't just leave him alone, she divorced him, and yet was still trying to take part of his money, or belongs from him.
James was so caught up in his thoughts; he almost pasted the Llewllyn-Davies house. He stopped, and turned feeling stupid. He then knocked on the door, and Mrs. du Maurier answered.
"Oh, Mr. Barrie…" She looked at him like she wasn't the least bit excited that he was there. "I'm afraid today isn't a good day for horse playing! Sylvia is in bed, ill." She gave him a glare. "Now, I'd appreciate it if you would stop letting her run around like there is nothing wrong with her!"
"Mrs. du Maurier…May I speak with you?" He asked kindly, and with great respect. She eyed him for a moment, and opened the door wider.
"Make it quick, Mr. Barrie." She replied and stepped aside for him to enter.
"Thank you." He said, and entered. He headed to the library.
"Uncle Jim! Uncle Jim!" Michael jumped up and down pulling on his sleeve. "Can you play with us?" He asked happily, and excited.
"Not right now, I have to speak with your Grandmother for a moment. Maybe later." He replied, and patted his head, and they continued toward the library.
When they entered, he closed the door behind Emma. He turned and looked at her, her arms were folded across her chest.
"Well, what is it, Mr. Barrie?" She asked, acting as if she had no interest into what he had to say; let alone cared.
"Mrs. du Maurier…I have never wanted anything in your daughter but for her to be happy. I think you and I both realize that she isn't going to be here forever. I just want her to think of happy moments before she goes. I don't want her thinking about laying in bed miserably, waiting for death to take her." He looked at Mrs. du Maurier seriously, and as if he was hurt by saying this.
Mrs. du Maurier was shocked to hear these words from James, she never would of guessed he cared for Sylvia that much!
"Mr. Barrie," She began and un folded her arms, and walked over to him, "It seems that I have misjudged you. Now that I see how you really care for my daughter…I think you're right." She sighed, and walked to the door, and James moved so she could reach the doorknob. "I suppose you could go in her room…she is resting though. If she's sleeping please don't wake her." She nodded to him and left the room.
James wanted to thank Mrs. du Maurier a lot for finally understand him. He then quietly walked to Sylvia's bedroom door, and entered.
Sylvia was lying down on her bed, and was sewing a patch in Jack's pants. She looked quickly up at who entered her room, and saw it was James. James faked a smile, and sat in a chair near her bed.
Awkward silence filled the room, and finally James spoke. "How are you feeling?" He asked looking at her with concern.
"Better now, and you?" She asked, and continued to sew.
"Oh, I could do better…" He replied, and looked at the ground thinking of what to say.
"You know James, you don't have to show up every time I have a cough fit." She said and looked at him, she had stopped her sewing.
James got up, and sighed. "Sylvia, I just don't want to lose you before being able to see you again." He replied, and walked over to her sitting on the bed near her. He took her hand, and kissed it.
Sylvia took his other hand and looked at him. "James, I want to speak with you." She sighed and looked at him more seriously.
"You've come to mean so much to the boys that, I decided to make you their co-guardian. Now they're like your own children." She said with a bit of a smile.
"What?" James said surprised, and happy at once. "Are you serious?"
Sylvia nodded, and smiled some more, and James smiled more too. "Wow, I'm…I. can't be happier, I mean I could, but the boys mean a lot to me." He said, and looked softly into her eyes.
"Sylvia, I have one last request before…if you do leave me, and the boys." He said and removed his hands from hers.
"What is it?" She asked concerned.
"I'd like you to see Neverland." He said smiling.
"Oh, James." She said, and they hugged.
"I'll show you sometime soon, I promise!"
"Thank you, James. You're too kind." Sylvia looked at the clock, and then back at James. "Well it's almost noon." She said, and got up.
"Are you sure you should get up?" He asked, holding her hand helping her balance herself.
"Yes, I don't want you to sit here the whole time you're here, so I'm going to the patio." She replied, and started for the door, James behind her.
They walked onto the patio, and sat down. The boys were of course, playing a game.
Mrs. du Maurier, then walked out with a tray full of tea. "Tea anyone?" She asked, setting the tray on the table.
"Oh, why thank you, Mother." Sylvia said taking a cup, and taking a sip of it.
"Thank you" James said to her, and took a cup also.
The boys ignored the tea, and continued playing. Mrs. du Maurier must of known they wouldn't of wanted a cup, for there was only three cups.
Sylvia looked at James, and spoke. "James, I really would like to see that play of yours. I mean Peter said only wonderful things about it. It just now came to me, that I still haven't watched it. Is it still playing in the Theater?" She asked, taking another sip.
"No, I don't think it is, Sylvia. But I'm sure I'll manage to find a way." He replied smiling to her.
Yes, James was going to bring the play to her, if she couldn't get to it!
Just then the door bell rang, and Mrs. du Maurier offered to get it, and rushed off.
Sylvia and James sat in silence.
"Dear, It's the Doctor, for your checkup." Mrs. du Maurier said, and the Dr. stood in view now.
"Oh, well please let's go inside for this." Sylvia said, and got up. "James please stay here." She said, and the Doctor and her left into her room, with Mrs. du Maurier.
George walked up to James. "Do you think she's getting any better?" He asked James, a bit worried.
"I don't know, boy. I just don't know." He replied, and sat there looking at his tea.
"I hope she'll be alright, I felt horrible when we last father, I can't imagine losing mum!" He said, and sat down, looking at James who was still staring at his tea.
Mrs. du Maurier walked back to the patio.
"She won't let me see how she is doing either." She said, in a sigh and sat down too.
"Why can't she just tell us? So we can all stop worrying, or start worrying some more and get it over with." Emma said, and took a sip of tea.
They all sat there for a few minutes, but seemed like forever to them, and finally the Doctor walked out, and everyone jumped to their feet.
"How is she?" James asked immediately.
The Doctor sighed, and looked at James putting away a pen.
A/N: Well, This chapter was probably boring! I know! But we can't just skip to the good parts, without the details first, now can we? Well, please R&R some more! Thank you once again Linda, Your reviews are really kind, and same to you Jenn! Hope this story is good enough for everyone who reads it!