Chapter Thirteen
As Peter and Wendy started their lives as a married couple, they began to find the balance in their relationship. Wendy kept them on task with the household duties and was always at Peter's side while searching for food. Many of the things that she had learned during her previous stay in Neverland started to come back to her. She also spent time with the Indians to learn new things. This brought her and Tiger Lilly closer together. When the work was done, Peter would have something fun for them to do. There was always a game to play or an adventure to go on. Many of their nights were heated with passionate love-making.
Neither of them would have their life any other way.
One morning, Wendy woke early. Peter was still asleep beside her. She got up quietly, careful not to disturb him. She dressed quickly and wrote a note for Peter. Then she left for the Indian encampment.
When Wendy arrived, there was much activity. The tribe members were bustling about. Wendy found Tiger Lilly sorting berries with a small group of women.
"What is all of this?" Wendy asked her.
"Celebration tonight," Tiger Lilly replied. "For one year."
Wendy smiled. "Yes, our anniversary."
"Not much a surprise now."
"I'm sorry. I was hoping to see your medicine woman."
All the women stopped sorting berries and looked up at Wendy.
"Are you ill?" Tiger Lilly asked.
Wendy motioned her closer and whispered in her ear. Tiger Lilly gave her a surprised look. Then she stood.
"Follow me," Tiger Lilly said.
Wendy followed her to the teepee of the medicine woman. They went inside to see a well-aged woman sitting on the floor. Tiger Lilly spoke to her in their language. The medicine woman nodded and motioned for them to come to her. Wendy and Tiger Lilly sat down in front of her. Then she spoke to Tiger Lilly.
"I'm not sure how to ask you this question," Tiger Lilly said to Wendy. "When did you last…?"
She made a motion with her hands as she tried to find the right word.
"I understand," Wendy said and she shook her head. "But I don't remember."
The medicine woman looked her over. She poked and prodded Wendy's body. Then she placed her hand on Wendy's shoulder. She looked into Wendy's eyes and said a phrase in the Indian language. It was a phrase that Wendy already knew. She smiled brightly at the medicine woman.
Suddenly, a small Indian girl appeared at the teepee's entrance. She spoke fast, but Wendy did manage to make out three of the words she said: Little Flying Eagle. The three ladies stood and came out from the teepee. A crowd had formed around Peter as he approached them. Wendy went to meet him.
"Are you alright?" Peter asked.
"Yes," Wendy said. Then she took his hand in hers and quietly said something to him in the Indian language. Peter knew what it meant. His eyes lit up and a huge smile came to his face.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Yes, of course I am," Wendy replied.
Peter hugged her tightly. He turned to the crowd and yelled to them what Wendy had just said. Then he threw his head back and crowed loudly as the crowd cheered, for the phrase that kept getting passed around meant that Wendy was with child.