Wendy gazes in deep thought at Peter as he sleeps steadily in the loveseat across the room. He snores softly, not obnoxiously, and she finds it adorable. But his physical appearance has gotten somewhat unnerving; he was too grown. The decision was made final yesterday morning, he was to return to Neverland. He could not grow any more or else he might lose grip of his kingdom.
She chuckles softly to herself as her gaze shifts to his attire, remembering what they had told the doctor yesterday, "He came here straight from rehearsal," and that was all that was needed for the suspicious man to simply nod and gesture to the room she'd be staying in. What better excuse than a play to explain a boy wearing nothing but vines and leaves?
Wendy's thoughts shift to the earlier events of the previous day. She had come to hospital, ran some tests, and did her best to assure Peter she was not going to be ill forever.
Only for the next seven months.
She thinks carefully over how she had tried to explain to Peter what this meant…
"How do you know you'll be ill for seven more months? What kind of magic do these people have that can tell you that?" Peter exclaims in disbelief, and in anger. He was reluctant to leave Wendy in such a state, but Neverland needed him badly. He said he could feel it in his bones, the island was dying.
"Because it's something we learned in school…we conceived two months ago, and it takes nine months before I'll be ready to deliver," Wendy explains, hoping Peter will catch on so that she won't have to explain it in full detail. Her mother had left the room Wendy was placed in so that they could have a moment alone, so that Peter could understand what was happening.
Unfortunately this meant that Wendy could not leap out of her bed fast enough to steady Peter as he swayed in disbelief, the truth hitting him.
His head swelled with images of babies, children, and the lost boys…the words Tinkerbell had told him were practically heavy weights attached to his feet. She was right, everything was real, and this was happening.
Wendy was going to have a baby. No, not just Wendy, but Peter as well. He'd helped her make it hadn't he? Yes he had, and thought he didn't understand exactly how yet, he knew they had made it happen when they made love, two months ago.
Peter drops to his knees as a wave of nausea sweeps over him, and it hits him like a ton of bricks; he's feeling lightheaded. His eyes droop shut and he has to steady himself on the floor with one hand while he grasps his chest with the other, trying to find a way to help himself breathe.
"Peter! Mum, help, come quickly!" Wendy shouts frantically, loud enough for her mother to hear. She rushes in and gasps, leaving immediately to retrieve the doctor.
A few minutes later he's sitting in the loveseat with a cup of water, hair messed up and breathing steadily getting better. He's able to function normally again and the hyperventilating had stopped, but it was still too soon for the too-friendly doctor to make jokes.
"Well, young man, looks like play time's over!" he cackles, not noticing the look of horror on Peter's face as he says that. Wendy grimaces, covering her eyes, knowing he couldn't have said a worse thing. The doctor notices his reaction and coughs awkwardly, standing up from his seat next to Peter and nodding respectfully before leaving the room, reminding them to fetch him if there are any more problems.
Since Wendy had had no prior care for her pregnancy, she was required to stay in hospital for two more days after admission for evaluation, meaning she would go home tomorrow. It was midday of her second day there, and her father had just received the news from her mother that Wendy was with child, and that Peter was the father.
She waits patiently in her sterilized bed for her parents to arrive, seeing as her mother had just gone out to give Mr. Darling the news and bring him there. John and Michael were staying with their aunt and the other lost boys for the afternoon, and were still under the impression that Wendy was only ill. Though it worried them, it did not interrupt their usual time of play because they'd assured themselves that she'd be home soon.
Wendy was exhausted, and barely slept the night before. Peter was most definitely not allowed to lie in the same bed as her and had to be taken back to the Darling house the night before. It was obvious he had not slept much there, since he'd driven himself insane with worry. Wendy had done the same, but for a different reason, a reason that still haunted her now. She was terrified that if she slept, she'd wake to find that Peter had returned to Neverland, either out of love for his home or because the whole situation was too much for his being to handle.
She fights the heaviness of her eyelids, and for the first time, allows herself to plan out the situation, since it was clear now this was not a dream.
She would have to return to Neverland with Peter, where they would raise their child together and live in peace forever. That is, if he was still willing to take her with him.