Author: Hey!. I'm sorry that it took a little longer to update, assignment needed to be finished before christmas break!. Anyways. In this chapter its gonna be moving a bit fast, like skipping through the months leading up to the birth so yeah!. Enjoy!.
This is still not for you people who are under aged of this fic!. I warned you!. Good luck!. Enjoy.
Many more months passed on the beautiful Island, and everything was peaceful. Peter and Wendy kept up in their duties, and everyone enjoyed them as their royalty. Wendy's stomach grew bigger, and it soon became quite hard for her to manage. Sometimes, Peter worried about her, if she could take the pain of her first pregnancy, for she still was not yet twenty years old!.
Wendy also noticed her abilities to move at a slower pace, but didn't allow or wanted anyone to help her. The Indians tried, but to no avail, Wendy arose from her folding and walked in agony towards the medicine woman's tent. There, Feather gave her some medicine to ease her painful bones.
"You should caution yourself Wendy" Feather advised. "This baby is slowing you down, seeing as you are still quite young!" Feather watched carefully as the liquid slithered slowly down Wendy's throat, the girl's expression twisting in disgust. "If this helps me ease the pain, then I'll get through this pregnancy" Wendy said slowly, giving a small sigh before handing the bowl back to Feather.
Feather watched sadly as Wendy once more struggled to her feet. "Wendy" she called softly. "Seeing as you are no seven months along, maybe you should take a break from your daily duties…" Feather started, lowering her gaze to the dirt floor for a moment. "….and take better care of yourself and the baby. There is still so much you must prepare for in your last two months" Feather advised.
Once more Wendy brushed it away. "I can take perfect care of myself thank you" Wendy boasted. "As long as you give me that medicine, I should be fine" she gave a nod over her shoulder before once more starting to head out.
"But you will not need it for your last two months!" Feather shouted after her. This stopped Wendy in her tracks, and she placed a careful hand on her well-rounded stomach and turned back to Feather.
"What do you mean?" Wendy breathed. "I must go through the birth month withered in pain?. I shall not last through it to see my child!" Wendy became very frightened. She knew the pain would get much worse during the last two months, and during the birth. But if she couldn't take the pain through the first few months, how was she to survive the last two?.
"Don't worry miss Darling-Pan" said Feather, now a light smile coming to her lips. "You and the baby shall be fine, we just need to switch up your medication. The fairies will help with that" Feather stated simply, the smile widening on her slim lips. This surprised and confused Wendy. "The fairies?" she asked, quirking a brow in question. Feather brushed it away. "Never mind miss" she said with a laugh. "You will find out soon enough, go home now and rest" with that, she sent Wendy away with two Indian guards to escort her home.
The sun now toned a bright orange as he started its decent behind the mountains of Neverland. Finally finishing a long meeting with the fairies, Peter bid them farewell and goodnight and shot into the sky. "Take good care of Wendy!" they usually called back to him, and with a smile, he saluted and speeded further towards their home.
As he touched down, Peter was surprised to find two Indian braves guarding the entrance to the underground home. A sickening feeling overcame Peter, something must have happened to Wendy, as it usually does. Cautiously, Peter marched towards the entrance, both braves nodded in turn, bidding their king goodnight and take care.
Everyone seemed to be telling them that, ever since Wendy grew in her pregnancy. Thinking of that, Peter climbed down the stairs (they thought it safer for Wendy and the baby) and was suddenly overcome with the bright candle light of the underground home. All was quiet, and tidy as Peter's eyes searched the home for his labouring wife. A noise suddenly came from their bedroom, and a smile crept to Peter's rosy lips.
Quietly, he trotted across the dirt floor, and slowly pushed away the ivy curtain (also put up for privacy), just in time to catch Wendy moan in her sleep and roll away from him. Peter's smile became weak as he watched her, and heard her continue to moan, knowing how much pain she is in, but knowing she doesn't want any help. Not even from him.
Peter then lowered his gaze from his sleeping wife, consumed by thought as voices suddenly rang in his head of people's warnings he had heard that day. Both the Indians and fairies worried faces as they had met him throughout the day. Advising him to help Wendy through this any way he can. A flashback from the meeting suddenly burst in his head.
Flashback
As Peter touched down in the field of the Fairies Court, the fairies gathered around him, greeting him with handshakes and pats, and addressing him as highness. Peter grinned. Not yet used to the fact that he and Wendy are now King and Queen of this magical place.
Peter was suddenly snapped from his thoughts, as he noticed the fairies all sitting now around the large oak wood table, where they usually hold their daily meetings. "Welcome Your highness and Fairy Court" announced the fairy sitting opposite Peter on the other end of the large table. They all greeted back happily, Peter not so much.
As king, one of his duties was to go to many meetings and discuss the happenings of Neverland and its occupants. Peter also meeting with the creatures, be it fairies or Indians that have the most problems spoken about at these meetings. It is a duty Peter has to uphold in his responsibility of taking the throne. It bored Peter to some extent.
"Now, the first order of business…" the fairy on the other end continued. Peter slumped in his leaf chair, rolling his eyes, knowing what was to come. "The well being of the Wendy lady" it chimed up. Peter was suddenly caught by surprise, suddenly sitting rightly in his chair as the many little eyes of the fairies seated around him turned their gaze to him.
Peter became nervous as he noticed the fairies' gazes all were of sadness and worry. "Peter, we have all noticed that your Wendy has been having difficulty with her first pregnancy, being so young and all" the fairy stated again. Peter now was very uneasy. "Yes, but…" Peter started uneasily.
"She won't let anyone help her, not even me"
"We know, and Feather has been taking very good care of her" the fairy nodded in agreement. "But still, she insists on being a very stubborn girl" said the fairy, again in sadness. "We're also afraid…" another fairy started. "….that she is not cautioning herself well enough, and not taking care of herself or this baby" the fairies all nodded in agreement.
"Well….what do you want me to do?" Peter asked curiously. All the fairies' eyes now becoming dark and serious. "If she does not get help soon Peter. And get better care of herself…." The fairy opposite Peter added in. "….there is a chance that, you could lose the baby" the fairy stated sadly. None of the fairies wanted to see the new royal couple lose their first child, it was a miracle, the fairies said, that they could have a birth on Neverland. The whole Island would go to devastation if Wendy miscarried.
"Please get her some help. Whether she wants it or not" the fairy ended, giving a serious little nod towards the now pale Peter Pan. Peter nodded back, and so began the meeting as usual.
End Flashback
Peter stood there, watching Wendy now lain on her back, one hand lovingly placed on her rounded stomach. Peter smiled. He still couldn't believe that a child, their first child, was actually growing inside of his beautiful wife. Peter couldn't have been happier with what fate had brought to him.
Quietly, Peter walked towards his sleeping Wendy, and stood by the bedside watching her lovingly. With a small sigh, he slowly placed his hand on top of Wendy's, where it lay on her stomach. Peter's smile grew. In just a few months, Peter and Wendy would have their newborn baby.
Peter gave another sigh, this time a sadder, softer one. That's if Wendy can get help he thought to himself. No. They will make it through this, and she will give birth to their child. Peter gave a determined little nod in agreement with himself, and returned his gaze to the sleeping Wendy. Another smile came to his lips, and he gently lowered himself.
Lightly kissing her on the cheek, he gave a small pat to her hand, and turned away towards the doorway. Looking back on his Wendy with a sad smile, Peter ventured into the kitchen.
The smell of freshly cooked supper filled the home lovingly. It drifted through the air in a playful way, making its way into the master bedroom where Wendy still lay sleeping. It drifted past her, lightly awakening her senses to its warming smell. Wendy's eyes fluttered open as the wonderful curled around her and the room.
A hungry smile crossed her lips, as she slowly began to rise upon the bed. The smell directed her attention towards the doorway, where the source of the smell came from. A knowing smile came to her lips as she carefully pushed herself to her feet and trudging out the door.
As expected, she saw Peter stirring a pot of sweet smelling soup, gently stirring his cuttings into the big pot, and smiling in delight of the smell.
Wendy became amused as she also noticed him humming and slightly dancing around the kitchen as he worked.
Wendy giving a small giggle and a raised brow as he performed a dance move she thought to be made up in his silliness. She gave another laugh before making herself known. "What are you doing?" she questioned, becoming even more amused as she saw that she had surprised him.
"Wendy…" he said, his face colouring red. He cleared his throat embarrassingly, as he tried to gain his confidence by leaning against the counter. "What….what are you doing up?. I thought you needed your rest?" Peter tried to say sternly, but his embarrassment got the better of him.
"Well I smelled your delicious dinner and I just couldn't resist!" she shrugged, knowing she had him beat. Peter gave her a knowing smile. "Cravings?" Peter questioned. Wendy nodded eagerly. Rolling his eyes, he gestured towards the food. Thankfully, Wendy bounded towards the table and waited for the soup. She'd always loved his soup.
The dinner was quiet, but Wendy ate hungrily, Peter watching in amazement as to how a woman, seven months along in pregnancy, could eat that much.
"Wendy…" he tried, bur she just continued to devour the food. He gave a little laugh, she'd never have eaten this much before. "Wendy!" he raised his voice high, stopping her in her frenzy.
"I know your hungry, and have cravings, but could you slow down?" Peter asked amused. Wendy swallowed the rest of her chicken leg. "Yes, but I have to get as much nutrients has a can. For the baby" she stated, slowing down in her meal. Peter's expression became sad, the flashback from before still imprinted in his mind.
"Wendy…" he said softly, placing a hand over hers, stopping her from raising the other chicken leg to her lips. "There's something we need to talk about" Peter said seriously. Wendy dropped the leg in wonder. "It's the baby!" she said knowingly. Peter nodded slowly. Now in anger, Wendy pushed herself from the table and rose to her feet, being careful of her stomach. "I already told you I can take care of myself!" she shouted, slowly marching away.
Peter hurried after her, stopping in front of her to stop her. "Wendy, you need to take better care of yourself" Peter stated, Wendy now pushing away from Peter's grip. "I am taking care of myself, and the baby will be fine!" she shouted again, stomping away.
With a tired sigh, Peter ran after her, grabbed her by the arm and held her tightly. "Wendy, listen to me!" Peter ordered. Wendy's expression changed to surprised, as she saw the fury, exhaustion and worry in his eyes. "You need help!. The fairies and the Indians are willing to do so if…." Peter started sternly, but his gaze lowered to the floor.
"If?…" Wendy asked slowly. Peter released her from his grip, his sad gaze still towards the floor. "….if you want the baby to live through its birth" Peter said sadly. Wendy eyes became clouded with tears. Suddenly, she started to softly weep as her whole body became numb. "Oh Peter!" she cried, and flung herself into his arms where he held her as tightly as he could without hurting her stomach.
"I thought, at the beginning that everything was fine" she wept against his shoulder. "…..but now its getting so much harder for me, now the baby is growing inside of me" she mumbled some more. Peter listened carefully, patting her back lovingly. "But I don't know if I can do this. I mean, I'm so young and this is my first child…" Wendy continued, but Peter pushed her back.
"Wendy?" he questioned softly. "Your not giving up on our child?" he said sternly, Wendy's eyes clouded over in fear and tears. She sobbed some more, and Peter replaced her in his arms. "Wendy, you can't give up!. Not now!. We've been through so much and now that your blessed with child, you want to give up?" Peter questioned into her ear. Wendy continued to sob.
"Wendy, all you need is help and you'll be fine. The baby will be fine" Peter soothed into her ear, stroking her hair away from her face, and placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. This somewhat calmed her. "Will you do that for me?" Peter asked as he heard her become quiet. "I don't know" she answered quietly after a long pause. "There is still so much I have to go through with my last months and…" Wendy started to say, but was again shushed.
"No Wendy, we'll get through this together" Peter soothed lovingly. "I promise, you'll get through this as long as your willing to people helping" said Peter, a tear fell from his eye and landed softly onto her head. With another little sniffle, Wendy nodded her head and whispered her agreement, knowing that she couldn't possibly win against Peter Pan.
The days went on as usual for Wendy, and the Indians were happy that Peter finally got through to her. She desperately needed help for getting around. When the job seemed to difficult, or Wendy just couldn't take the strain, the fairies came in to help with their fairy dust. The fairies could put her to sleep when she was overly tired or strained, and let the Indians and fairies do all the rest of the work.
While she rested, Wendy was usually watched over by the Chief and Feather, the medicine woman. They would gaze down-heartedly at her discomfort and pain her pregnancy was causing her, even if they gave her a great amount of medicine.
"We have not only Miss Darling-Pan's situation to worry about" The chief suddenly said through the silence, turning away from the sleeping girl and directing his gaze to the sky. "What do you mean?" Feather asked curiously.
"What's the matter chief?" she asked, coming to his side worriedly.
The chief's eyes began to darken. "There is a new threat, soon to appear over the horizon, a dangerous threat" said the Chief, his voice even deepened in despair. Feather lowered her gaze sadly. "However, it is not to come upon us until later, much later" the Chief advised Feather. "We must focus ourselves on the labouring queen" he said, both their attention once more on Wendy.
"She will need all the help she can get" he finished with a sad smile towards Feather. Returning his smile, they continued to work. Many of the other native villagers bringing them damp clothes and sweet smelling food. Peter had long ago been told of Wendy's state. Just by sundown, Peter quickly touched down on the rich soil of the Indian's encampment, and worriedly went to the tent that held his wife. He hurried inside, only to find that Wendy was still sleeping peacefully on the bed as before.
"Her pain in weakening her" Feather spoke softly. "It's because she is young, and her body hadn't fully prepared her for supporting a child at this age" she continued sadly. "Maybe…" Peter began softly. "We were rushing it?" he questioned to both Feather and the Chief.
"You did what most newlyweds have done" the Chief consulted the boy. "But maybe she should have taken better caution and preparation?" he said, somewhat directing that to Peter. The boy lowered his gaze sadly. "It's my fault then" he said softly. The chief suddenly turned surprised.
"You have no fault in this, preparations are in order, and she shall be fine" said the chief. "However, if her pain gets any worse then this. She will have to be kept here" said Feather. "…..during her last months". Peter nodded in agreement. Only wanting what was best for his wife and child.
The days disappeared into the wind, and soon the Island was a buzz of excitement as Wendy was now full into her last month. The pain, had unfortunately gotten much worse. Many nights, Wendy slept in the Indian village, Peter never leaving her side, or without her hand in his hold.
Shrieks of pain were usually heard throughout the day, and well into the night. Wendy describes it has fiery stakes or swords cutting hurriedly throughout her body, the medicine creating somewhat of a ocean of pleasure swiftly through her body. The inhabitants, though wonderfully excited, worried for their queen, and their soon to be heir. She seemed to be getting worse.
One night, ending of the ninth month, what was described as hot pain rushing through her body by Wendy, shrieks of pain were now mind blowing higher, and Wendy finally felt it. "My water just broke!" she shrieked. "The baby is coming!" and off they were rushed to the Indian village.
After seeing that Wendy was well comforted and medicated, Feather, the Chief and his wife, along with a couple other natives, gathered round for the birth. All of Neverland heard their queen's cries, and all gathered to the Indian village for the excitement of the first human child born on the Island. And their newest heir.
The hours went by pain staking slow, and Peter's hand was throbbing from the many moments Wendy had squeezed full force onto his hand. Sometimes she squeezed so hard, Peter could have sworn it turned purple and he himself almost fainted.
The day passed on with more shrieks of pain highlighting the air, the observers outside shuddered at their queen's pain and suffering. Wendy's face was blotched with sweat, whipped away softly by her husband's loving touch, and a quick kiss and whispers of comfort.
"Deep breaths miss Wendy" Feather instructed at her side, Wendy followed, though her sudden burst of shrieks wasn't exactly boosting her confidence.
"Ok. We're ready for the delivery" One of the natives said to Feather. With a nod to Peter she instructed "Keep her calm" and moved to Wendy's other end.
The night now wore on, pitched with shrieks of pain and tears, Wendy could feel the baby's progression through her, though she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. "Deep breaths" she could hear beside her, and she resumed as she was once more whipped.
"Ok, be ready to push" Feather suddenly instructed to Wendy, catching the couple off guard a little. Another order to push shocked her into doing as instructed, her face starting to turn a shade of red from the effort and the pain. Again, the did so when Feather told her to push once more, her face now darkening as the effort grew harder.
"Your doing fine. Again" Feather said, noticing the progression of Wendy's muscles inside her. Wendy did as told, her body weakening more and more as she put in the effort. They were almost losing hope and that they would have to perform surgery to help the natural process.
Finally, Feather shouted with excitement. "I see the baby now!. Keep pushing!" Feather boasted, turning her gaze to watch the baby progress further, and Wendy's face darkening and weakening. They all watched in amaze and wonder at the progression of the child. Head, shoulders, upper body were now beginning to appear. Feather took hold of the baby as she instructed Wendy further. "Already honey, one more BIG push" she said happily, finally it was almost over.
After taking in a few deep breathes, Wendy put all her strength into it, feeling her face grow hot and heavy, the occasional damp cloth soothing her a bit. Wendy could feel her body finally give way when a baby's shrieks replaced her own now.
Breathing heavily, Wendy lain herself on the bed, her tired eyes closing softly, her body wanting to give into sleep. Peter excitedly watched as Feather and the other natives took the newborn to be cleaned off from the moment before, it's shrieks still pierced the air as it was cleaned and warmed, after being cut off from its natural source to the mother.
Feather turned back to the happy couple, the newborn safely wrapped warm in a cozy blanket, held in her arms. "Congratulations!" she announced happily, walking slowly towards them and handing the newborn to the mother. "You now have a beautiful baby boy!" she announced, as Wendy settled with her baby in her arms.
Peter and Wendy marvelled at their new born son, and shared a loving smile.
"We have a boy, and wonderful baby boy!" Peter announced, the chief already gone out to announce the birth to the rest of the Island. "What are you to name him?" Feather asked, loving the moment between the new family.
Peter and Wendy stopped, and thought for a moment on a name for their new son. Wendy turned to Peter. "We've already decided on a name" she said, Peter nodding for her to continue with a smile. "We are going to name him Daniel Michael Darling Pan" Wendy announced happily.
Peter stood beaming. "…after my best friend I made in London, and Wendy's youngest brother" said Peter, filling with pride as the Indians' faces beamed with happiness. "You've been through a lot now" Feather suddenly announced. "I'll leave you to rest" and with that, she ushered out all the natives with her to leave the new happy family to peace.
Author: Hey...sorry if it wasn't as you expected. Feel free to bitch if you want. But just note that there are still many more surprises to come. And...I put Wendy in so much pain because A)She was still too young to have children & B)To intense the plot alittle.
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