Author: Hey. Img back for another chappie!. OK, I personally found this one not as good, but whatever. Its a bit more "family orientated" you might say, like it more envolves Wendy's pregnancy and the family. However, I did add some beginnings to the final battle so, that will be in the next chappie. But I hope you like this one too!.

Oh, I do not own any of the Peter Pan characters, except: Danny, Peter's London friends, Wendy's london friends and the Keatings!. Thank you so much for your awsome reviews, you truely are my inspiration!. Give yourselve's a "whoot!". OK, enough of the chit chat, here we go!.

It has been not even a month after Peter, Wendy and Danny have returned and the storm blazing around the once beautiful island seemed to be getting worse by the day. Since it became very dangerous to travel around the Island during the severe storms, the family of three kept to the Indian village, keeping safe in the Chef and his wife's tent.

It was the largest of all the villagers' tents, so there was plenty of room. Peter had also gained as much information on the enemy as the indians possibly knew. They spent their days planning out their attack, and readying weapons, while the women kept warm and protected.

The women stayed in the tents, next to their husbands and loved ones. They had nothing to do but watched fearfully and sadly, as their island home became a wasteland day by day by day by day. They cuddled and reassured the young ones, and all but the men huddled up to preserve their own heat for each other.

Wendy and Danny sat by the hatch of the Chef's tent, Danny was now fast asleep in her lap, having become bored with all the waiting around and worrying. He too, wanted to join his father, and the rest of the braves in battling this new evil, however, both parents refused. Wendy gazed out of the hatch sadly, watching as the rain and thunder that surrounded the island, now turned into a impossible cloud of snow.

It seemed as if there was more than one storm that circulated around the island. Sometimes it would be rain, or sleet. Thunder and Lightning another time, or a severe snow storm. There was even when the wind picked up in a tornado, or the seas turned in a tsunami. Whatever it was, there always seemed to be a storm.

Wendy's thoughts seemed to be whirling around her head as the wind was whirling around the snow. Its been weeks since their return and she hadn't even spoken a word about her pregnancy to anyone. Of course, she kept herself healthy, remembering her methods from her first pregnancy. However, Peter seemed too busy with planning their next attack on the threat upon Neverland. "The mysterious storm maker" the indians had called it.

"Wendy, close that hatch properly. We'll all catch a cold!" Peter had barked, suddenly launching Wendy back into reality. Her chilled face softened and she turned sadly towards the hatch. With her gloved fingers she had a moment to tie the strings to the inside of the tent before gathering her sleeping son into her arms and walking to the far back corner of the tent.

One of the braves that sat next to Peter, watched as the queen seemed to sadly re-position herself at the corner, and cuddle her child more firmly into her lap. The brave took this as a sign of the queen being worried or uncared for. Forgetting all about the other braves' chatter, the brave quickly nudged Peter in the side.
"Your Majesty!" the brave whispered, ignoring the annoyed look along his king's face, and motioned sadly towards the queen huddled in the corner. "It seems as if you may have saddened her majesty!" the brave began slowly. Peter now understood, as he gazed back to Wendy. He had seemed a bit more focused on winning their latest battle instead of caring for his family through this dire time.

With a sigh, Peter took up one of the extra fur blankets that lay forgotten underneath him, and slowly made his way towards his wife and child. However, the brave was partly right. Wendy's thoughts were once more consumed with the thought of the life once again growing inside of her, and Peter not having a clue about it.

She was so caught up in how she was to break this news to Peter, that she didn't even notice when he crouched down before her, and draped the fur around her shoulders.
The weight of the new fur draped around her brought her back to reality once more, and was shocked to see the object of her musings before her.

"Is everything alright Wendy?" he asked innocently, yet so sad and concerned. He turned on his heels so that he now sat beside her, his arm now also draped around her shoulders. "If this is about before, than I apologize for being so rude but-" Peter began, but Wendy suddenly shushed him with a finger. "No Peter. It is not about that." she reassured him. " Far from it in fact!" she said with a half smile.

"Then what is wrong, Wendy?" he asked, snuggling into her further. She watched with a smile as his hand lightly stroked Danny's fine hair from where he still slept so soundly. She wondered if this was the time she should tell Peter about their next child.
Would he even care?. He has been so busy at planning their attack. But he's bound to find out sooner or later. And thats when she decided.

"Peter, I have to tell you something" she suddenly spoke up, the distant smile still plagued on her lips. Peter noticed her uneasiness, and wrapped his arm tighter around her, and stroked her arm in reassurance. "You know you can tell me anything Wendy!" he said, shooting her a comforting smile. She shot one back and was about to begin, when Peter was called back to the group of natives.

"Your highness, we need you to overlook this path we might have found. It may lead us to wherever this threat has originated itself in our world!" one of the braves stated, quite excited of having found a clue as to how to stop the madness once and for all.
Peter also became quite excited. "Oh, very sorry Wendy!. Can this wait a little while longer?" Peter said, remembering Wendy had something to say.

Wendy stared confused. It was important, and she wanted to just blurt out and tell him, but the men had been sulking for hours about not finding anything about the whereabouts over the mysterious threat. She gave a sigh. Its for the best. "It can wait Peter. Go on!" she urged with a smile. Happily, Peter kissed his wife and murmured another sorry, which she waved off. "Don't worry about it" she said.

"Just as long as we talk later?" she said, brow raised, watching as his face fell a bit at the suggestion. She knew how he always seemed to forget about things once he's gotten excited over something else. She'd wanted to talk once, but he was so excited about battling Hook, that once he'd come back, He'd forgotten she'd wanted anything.

"Yes, promise!" He hurriedly agreed, before kissing her lips once more and dashing off towards the huddled natives. Wendy had to give herself a little laugh at the sight of how excited Peter was. She couldn't exactly blame him though, she wanted this dreadful weather to go as much as anyone, she just wish she had the right time to tell him!.

Her thoughts were once more broken when Danny moved around in the little bundle of blanket in her lap. She smiled down at him as he was about to wake. "Mother, is it time to eat yet?" Danny asked suddenly. Wendy gave another little laugh. "I'm not sure Danny, but maybe I could ask one of the girls for a snack!" Wendy laughed as she saw Danny's eyes suddenly light up as he smacked his lips.

Of course, food had been somewhat scares or the supplies and ingredients for food was as well. Now, the natives can't go out to pick their fruit, or hunt their game, not even Peter and Wendy could do that anymore. The storms had become so intense, anyone who ventured out there could be killed in an instant. However, the braves did keep many things in stock. Breaking out of her thoughts, Wendy tried calling one of them over.

"Yes, your majesty?" a native woman named Dancing Fire heard the call of her queen and instantly came. She was called "Dancing Fire" because of her flare for life and sometimes her terrible temper. She was one of the braves that could believe they were invincible to anything, however, her dreams of being a warrior were trampled once she was assigned to helping the other women with their duties. That, you could tell, struck up her fury.

However, there was another reason why she was called that name. She was one of the best cooks the village ever had. She could come up with the most unique ideas in mere seconds, or she could fry up the most delicious meal you've ever had in your lifetime. She was truly amazing. "If its not too much trouble, is there anything that Danny could maybe munch on for a while?" Wendy asked uneasily. Of course, if they needed the food instead, she'd be glad to give it up.

"Not a problem at all you Majesty!" the girl peeped up, surprised her queen thought this a problem. "There is still plenty of food to go around. Have no fear, my queen, the little prince can surely have as much to eat as he likes!" Dancing Fire said with a smile.
"Is there anything I can get for her majesty as well?" she asked, having forgotten to ask Wendy if she'd like anything before she left.

"Oh, no thank you!. I'll be fine until dinner. But thank you" Wendy quickly countered, not wanting to seem selfish or anything. Of course she was a bit hungry, but nothing to prepare a huge meal over. Dancing Fire nodded and headed off to fix something for Danny to eat. "Aren't you hungry mother?. You didn't have much of a breakfast!" Danny advised to Wendy suddenly. Unknown to her, Danny and Peter had made a pact to watch Wendy's eating habits.

Neither had seemed to notice a change in her, but wasn't exactly sure if it was because she was worried over the "storm maker" nor if she had something else on her mind. They worried that she might be starving herself, however, it was the exact opposite, Wendy had been maintaining her healthy diet, but tried not to make her pregnancy seem so obvious.

It was true though, that all she had for breakfast was a bit of a nibble on a piece of fruit, but that was because of the fact that she might end up up chucking whatever she ate, however, she understood that that wasn't healthy. "No darling, I'm fine!" she encouraged, although she knew it would not reassure the boy much. Finally, the boy's meal came and Danny practically gobbled it down. However, he offered some to Wendy.

"You eat it darling!" she said, pushing the food away from her, the smell already beginning to make her nauseous, and with a sad shrug, Danny gobbled the rest. For the rest of the afternoon, both mother and son had decided on a nap. Wendy needing all the rest she needed in order to handle this baby, Danny needing the energy. Soon, it was supper, but the first whiff of it was not exactly pleasing to Wendy's nose.

Her eyes still shut, the smell of cooking filled the tent and wondered over towards where Wendy and Danny were sleeping. Danny's face instantly broke into a huge smile, and he hummed to himself in delight. But as it drifted past Wendy's nose, her face wrinkled in disgust, and suddenly shot up, trying to hold back the sick feeling in her stomach.

Then, at the worst possible time, they were all called to supper. That was when Wendy suddenly hurried to her feet and ran off to open the hatch and be sick. Everyone turned and watched in confusion and concern as their queen wrenched in front of them. After a few moments, she pulled her head back, her cheeks wind blown, and her hair, lightly snow covered.

Peter came over in concern. "Are you alright, Wendy?" he asked, brushing the snow from her hair before patting her gently on the back as he watched as he watched her breathing became labored. After a few breaths, she stood up straight, her face not so pale. "Yes Peter. I'm perfectly fine now!" she reassured and walked away with her usual queenly dignity.

Peter looked after her, and shared a concerned look with his son from where he now sat at the table, and both agreed to watch the woman more closely. Again, Wendy nibbled at her food, the sight and smell of the great feast before her seemed to jolt her stomach once more, but she fortunately fought it down until the end of supper. Afterwards, she did become a bit sick, in which she had many offers for a pail or something to drink. "No, a pail would be fine!. Thank you" she requested politely, the women bowing low in respect for her.

Danny kept to his father, wanting to leave his mother alone for a while, seeing as she wasn't feeling very well. He sat beside Peter at the table, spending most of the time glancing sadly at Wendy huddled in the corner, then listening to the men plan their next move.

It was after the boy noticed his mother's face screw up in a look as if she was once more going to throw up. However, he calmed once she settled down once more into the blankets. "Father?" Danny suddenly called to Peter, who still poured over the maps before him. "Father?" Danny tried again, but his little boy's voice seemed to shrink in comparison to the elder's voices. "Father!" Danny suddenly shouted.

Peter quickly turned to look at Danny, confusion on his face. "What is it son?" he said in a serious tone, having heard the anxiety and fear in his son's cry. "What's wrong with mommy?" Danny's voice seemed to pour with worry. Peter glanced at the still peaceful Wendy. He too had been worrying over his wife's health, but didn't know exactly how to approach the matter.

"I'm not sure Danny!" Peter said, sounding a bit defeated. Both of them glanced over at Wendy once more. "But I promise I will find out soon, just let us finish up here!" Peter said, clapping a comforting hand on his son's shoulder and shooting him a warm smile. Danny smiled back, his thoughts returned to Wendy until they were suddenly broken.

"My prince!" one of the Indian woman suddenly came up to the boy, a steaming cup in her hands. "I noticed you've been worrying over Wendy. We do think something is wrong, but I do believe this will help her!" the Indian woman carefully handed Danny the cup, for it was still quite hot.

"Have her drink this, and she should be fine!" the woman said, winking before she turned and left.

Danny stared into the cup, it seemed to be a mixture of green inside. Danny twisted his face up in disgust at the smell. 'They sure have weird medicine' he thought to himself, 'but at least it does work!'. Turning back towards the table, he over heard Peter and some of the men conversing their plan.

He caught little things like "It shouldn't take long to get there, your majesty. Maybe a couple of hours!" or "We shall gather all our weapons tonight, and head out early tomorrow!". Danny instantly knew, that they were planning on leaving the very next day to fight the thing that was endangering their home.

"Alright, see you tomorrow. Come early, and prepared!" Danny heard his father say. "Maybe these weird storms will let out and we may actually be able to go!" Danny turned to see his father get up from the table, where he sat for most of the day. Stretching out his tired legs, Peter made his way over to Danny, who'd he'd noticed was once more staring sadly at his mother.

"Don't worry, Danny!" Peter said, patting his son's back. "We shall find out what's been wrong with Mother" he continued, and both of them shared a glance, before both headed over towards where Wendy lay. At the sound of their footsteps, she awakened, a sad smile upon her face.

"How are you feeling?" Peter asked, sitting down beside her, and pulling her in close to him. "mm…a bit better a suppose" she groaned, her stomach still felt a bit weird, but she remembered it from her previous pregnancy. "I brought you something to help settle your stomach!" Danny offered slowly, worried if she might reject it. However, Wendy smiled happily towards her son and took the drink gladly.

As she stared into the cup, she recognized the medicine from before. This was just what she needed. Peter and Danny watched as she gladly took a big gulp, a smile crossed her lips as she finished. "Thank you very much!" she said happily. "I really needed that!" and took another sip.

Peter and Danny watched this, somewhat relieved, but Peter was determined to find out what was the matter. "Wendy, you've been acting a little strange since we've got back" Peter began. Danny watched as Wendy raised a brow from over her cup, lowered it and stared at Peter questioningly. "I have?" she asked, confused. Peter and Danny shared another look.

"Yes, both Danny and I have noticed this. You've been getting quite sick, and you haven't been eating much!." Peter explained. Wendy thought through all of this, maybe they'd figured it out?. "Is something wrong?. Is it because of the threat?" Peter asked, breaking through her thoughts.

'Obviously not!' Wendy thought to herself, Danny becoming confused as he caught her rolling her eyes. "No Peter, but-" she started but was once more cut off. "Because the braves and I are to head out tomorrow to go hunt for it. So, I hope that reassures you a bit more" Peter said, trying to figure out any other possible way to comfort her.

Wendy's eyes widened. They'd figured out a plan, already?. She didn't expect them to head out for another week or two. She suddenly gave a sad sigh, much to the worry of the boys. 'I guess it's now or never!' Wendy thought to herself. "Peter…" she began slowly. "I have something, very important to tell you" she said. Peter nodded slowly in understanding.

"A few days after my, unfortunate…" she takes this time to roll her eyes in disgust. "return to London, I've been getting these strange feelings. And after a while, I seem to put it all together, but then the whole rescue, and the return to Neverland, and….the threat!" she went on, Peter giving her a look to say that she was rambling.

"Oh…" she finished. "Well, my point is" she gave another long sigh. "Peter, We are going to have our second child!. I'm pregnant, again!" Wendy stated, cringing a bit, scared at what Peter's reaction might be. Peter was expressionless for a few moments, then his face just burst out in such a smile, that it seemed to light up his entire face!.

Suddenly, he gave out a great "whoop" of joy, and burst up into the air, flying and spinning around the tent like hungry bird dive-bombing a fish.

Danny and Wendy watched him in joy. "Does this mean I'll have someone to play with?" Danny asked innocently, Wendy was amazed to see his eyes also light up with joy.

Wendy gave a giggle. "Yes Danny. You'll get a new brother or sister to play with!" Wendy assured, this causing the younger boy to also whoop and hop around in joy. The Indians, who couldn't help but overhear, came over to congratulate Wendy, some even shouting their congrats to Peter, who still flew like a mad man at the top of the tent.

After the excitement of it all, Peter landed in front of Wendy and kissed her passionately on the lips. Ignoring all the comments around them, he kissed her and then turned his attention to her not-so-pregnant-looking belly. He kissed it, saying "I'm going to be your daddy!. Another daddy!" he seemed to giggle with joy. A small celebration was held within the tent that night, until the darkness settled over the island, and the moon, surrounded by the fog, was over the top of the trees. In the real world, which would be about nine, the braves had to get their rest for tomorrow's journey.

The family of three once more settled into their little corner, Peter and Wendy in their beddings laid out on the floor, Danny in a little bed beside them. The couple once more stayed up at night, to converse among them in the darkness, as they usually did. But this time, Wendy sounded quite sad as she tried to reason with her husband.

"Must you really go in the morning?" she whined, entangling her fingers with Peter's. "You know how I hate it when your gone, and with another baby on the way, those women are bound to question our parenting methods!" Wendy growled. Peter tried to shush her with a finger pressed to her lips. "Wendy, you know I must!. Neverland is in danger, and it is our duty as it's rulers to protect it!" Peter reasoned.

Seeing the defeated look spread across Wendy's face, he titled her head up so she stared into his eyes and continued. "I must go with the braves to stop this threat upon our island. And you must stay here and protect the rest of the "citizens" from becoming endangered!." He said. "That is our duty".

Wendy gave a small smirk. "Your right!" she said sadly, snuggling up onto his chest. "I'll just miss you I guess" she said, sounding quite sleepy now. Peter smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "You'll have Danny, and the baby. I won't be long, I promise!" he whispered to her. A smile crept back onto her lips. "Promise you will say goodbye before you leave?" she asked, he could see evidence of her falling asleep already.

"Promise" he said, sealing his word with a gentle kiss, both goodbye and goodnight. Wendy rested her head upon Peter's chest once more, instantly falling into sleep. Peter lay away for a bit, going through his mind, the plan that was to take place tomorrow. Though he wished he didn't have to go, not with his family progressing.

The sun once more peaked over the trees, that's about four in the morning, and one by one the braves prepared for the long day ahead of them. They pondered over the plans and the maps once more over breakfast, then packed what they needed for the trek and began to file out. Wendy watched sadly as Peter tied off the top of his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to go.

He caught Wendy's eye, and walked over to her with a sad smile. "I'll be back. Don't worry, we'll be fine!" he encouraged, Wendy giving a small smile.

After a moment, the two embraced. "I love you, and be careful!" Wendy cautioned, as Peter pulled away. "I love you too" he said with a smile, kissing her gently on the lips. "Take care of yourself!" he said, half gesturing towards her stomach. Wendy gave a small laugh, and Peter turned towards Danny.

"Goodbye Daddy!" The boy said, suddenly embracing his father tightly. Peter returned the tight hug. "You be good for mommy, help her out, cause she's going to need it with the new baby coming along!" Peter warned, Danny nodding in response. "…and make sure she eats properly" Peter whispered into his son's ear. Wendy gave a giggle as she caught this.

Once more embracing his father, Danny pulled away and suddenly giving the thumbs up in response to his father's joke. Peter and Wendy laughed. The family once more hugged, Danny hopped into Wendy's arms as the two waved their goodbyes as Peter, and the band of braves disappeared down the path.

Author: Well, there you go!. Like it?. Love it?. Hate it?. Please review anyways, just please don't be too harsh lol. You guys are awsome, thanks so much for the encouraging reviews. And a reminder that there are only a few chappies left, its almost done!.

So yeah, please review, and thanks again !.