A few days passed by without any news from home. Wendy could see Peter start to relax, to fall back into that smug mood of his, but she was still on edge. She couldn't place her finger on it, but something felt wrong. She wandered aimlessly through the apartment pondering what could possibly be bothering her this much. Living in New York was better than she could have ever imagined. The city was always alive, and people just looked her way, shocked when she said hello.

"Open up, Bird. We're back." Wendy rolled her eyes at the sound of Felix's voice, but went to open the door.

"I hope you two didn't get in to too much trouble," she chastised as they walked in. They'd been disappearing for hours everyday and Wendy couldn't for the life of her figure out where they'd been running off to.

"Relax, Darling. We've been angels. Right Felix?" Peter asked with his trademark smirk.

"Absolutely heavenly," Felix replied, and it was all Wendy could do not to throw a couch pillow at him.

"Besides, I bought you a present," Peter announced walking over to her with a small cardboard box.

"You didn't have to do that," Wendy said sitting down to open it. It wasn't easy, but finally she freed the contents of the box. It was a small digital camera.

"It's lovely. I've always wanted my own, but... What's it for?" she asked looking up.

"I sense sentiment. I'll be in my room," Felix declared stalking off.

"I can tell how much you love the city. So I figured you might want to take pictures," Peter explained sheepishly.

Wendy grinned. She hadn't seen that side of him since Felix showed up at their door. There was her broken, lost boy waiting to see if she liked his gift. She stood up and kissed him with all her might.

"I love it. I love you. Thank you," she said when they pulled away.

"I should bring you presents more often," he teased pulling her to him.

"I don't need presents. Not when I have you," she answered blushing.

He smiled that perfect smile reserved only for her and pushed her hair back gently. "Never leave me."

"I won't," she promised. He nodded and pressed his lips to hers with the kind of passion and need only he could.

"Mine," he breathed kissing her again.

"Yours," she promised, meaning it more than anything.

The two of them had toppled onto the couch before Wendy came to her senses.

"Felix," she said sitting up.

"What about him?" Peter asked trailing slow kisses down her neck.

"He... He's... He'll hear us," Wendy answered struggling to form a coherent thought.

"Does it matter?"

"Let's go for a walk so I can try my camera out," Wendy blurted out desperate for a change of subject.

"Alright. As you wish," Peter said standing up.

"Really?" Wendy asked standing up too.

"Really." He moved so her back was pressed against him. "But be warned, bird. The longer you make me wait.."

"You're maddening you know that?" Wendy said, but there was no malice in her voice.

She felt his smirk as he kissed her neck. "Yupp."

She sighed and grabbed her coat. "Come on."

"As you wish."

When they got outside, the sun was starting to set casting a warm pink and orange glow around the city. Wendy ran until she found a good spot to capture it, and then set to taking pictures. Peter trailed behind her amused as she photographed buildings, the sky, people walking their dogs, families on their way to various tourist locations... She stopped suddenly and smiled broadly at him.

"What?" he asked.

"I like looking at you," she told him, and it was true. She loved watching him when he thought she wasn't. His brilliant green eyes, his amazing smile. He was like something out of a fairytale.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," he teased.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said snapping a picture. She looked at the screen and grinned. There he was giving her that perfect smile. It would never compare to the real thing, but it was nice to have.

He laughed. "Ready for dinner?"

"You're taking me to dinner?" Wendy asked as coyly as she could.

"I am," Peter answered taking her hand. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?" she asked.

"Once or twice," he said smiling down at her. She squeezed his hand and the pair began walking.

The restaurant ended up being a quiet little place on the water, a sharp contrast to the busy city.

"It's beautiful," Wendy said when they sat down.

"Yes, well so are you," Peter told her.

She blushed and looked down. "This is definitely different from our little booth at Granny's."

"Good different or bad different?"

"Both. This is absolutely amazing, but Granny's is... Ours," she explained uneasily. She didn't want to upset him, but she didn't want to be dishonest either.

"We can make it ours. We can make all of the Upper East Side ours if you want," he told her as if he'd been expecting her to say just that.

"That's incredibly sweet, but this is more than enough."

"Suit yourself. Ready to order?"

Wendy sighed and nodded. The whole point of them being in the city was to be able to be together without the limitations of Storybrooke. Still, Wendy couldn't help but miss it. She missed Granny's where they had their first date, Neverland where she saw the first crack in Peter's shell, and their treehouse which held almost all of her favorite memories of them together. She missed her family too. She knew going back to Storybrooke would mean loosing all they'd built while in the city, but she also knew it was her home.

"You alright Darling?" Peter asked noticing how distracted Wendy looked.

"Hm? Oh yes, I'm fine," she told him smiling reassuringly.

"Thinking about home?" he asked.

Wendy looked up uneasily. The last thing she wanted to do was fight, but lying had never been her strong point.

"Yes," she admitted quietly.

"Do you want to go back?" he asked. Wendy tried to judge his mood. He didn't sound mad, but she could see him working to control that fire in his eyes.

"No, of course not. I love it here. I just... Miss it sometimes," she explained carefully.

"Hm. Maybe you should go back then."

"Peter, don't," Wendy pleaded.

"Don't what? Obviously you're not happy here, so why should I force you to stay?" he asked. Wendy winced at his challenging tone.

"I will not go through this again. I already told you, I refuse to choose between you and my family!" Wendy didn't like where this was going, but the words were out of her mouth already.

"Seems you already made your choice. You're here aren't you?"

Wendy stared at Peter in disbelief. This was supposed to be a pleasant, worry free life that they could start together. And already he was jumping down her throat.

"I am allowed to miss home. I am allowed to miss my family. I really wish you would just drop the act for a second so we could have a rational conversation." Wendy stood up as she talked, wanting more than anything to just get out of there.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked, noticing what she was doing.

"Home. I don't want to be anywhere near you right now," Wendy spat shrugging on her coat.

"Home?"

"Our apartment. Yes, I consider that home too. It may not be where I grow up or hold all my fondest memories, but it's where you are. That's what home is to me, Peter. And the sooner you figure that out the better." She spun around and stormed off without a second glance. Partly because she was pissed, but mostly because the minute she turned around she knew she'd loose her resolve.

Wendy walked home, for the first time not being distracted by the beauty of the city. Was coming here choosing between Peter and her family? If it was, was it the right choice? She felt a presence behind her as she pondered this, but when she turned around, there was nothing but city dwellers and tourists going about their lives. She sighed, frustration bringing tears to her eyes. She couldn't live like this. Permanently torn between what Storybrooke meant to her and what her new life did. She was relieved when she finally arrived at the apartment. She took one last look behind her and opened the door.

"Where is he?" Felix asked when he saw her.

"You don't know? I'm shocked," Wendy answered pulling her coat off.

"Sarcasm? That's very unlike the lovely Miss Darling," Felix answered looking slightly amused.

"Bite me," Wendy muttered.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"Wouldn't you love that? I'll be in my room. If you want to know what's going on so terribly, ask your husband when he gets home."

Wendy didn't stay to hear his protest. She stormed into her room and slammed the door. She looked around at everything. Discarded clothes lined the floor, the little presents Peter left her were stashed anywhere she saw fit, and hidden at the bottom of her bag was a family portrait from when she was little. She walked over and fished it out. She sat as ladylike as possible in front of her parents, John and Michael on either side of her. She missed them, but if she left, she would miss Peter even more. Being away from him was like missing a limb. She looked over at the bed thinking of all the nights they'd spent together. Could she ever give that up?

The door swung open interrupting her thoughts. "Nice to see you made it home okay."

Wendy looked up at Peter feeling a million emotions crash down on to her. Anger, frustration, confusion, sorrow, but more than anything... Love. She stood up and threw herself into is arms. He tensed up at first, but eventually softened, wrapping his arms around her.

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not leaving before you believe me?" she asked.

"No more, I promise. But if you really miss Storybrooke, you should go back."

Wendy looked up in disbelief. "Go back?"

"What good is having you here if your heart is elsewhere?" Peter asked looking down at her.

"That is probably the most romantic thing I've ever heard," Wendy answered shocked.

"I'm serious, Darling," Peter told her looking embarrassed.

"You're adorable. And besides, my heart will always be here," Wendy told him placing her hand on his heart.

"That's awfully sentimental of you," he pointed out smirking.

"I'm the sentimental one? This whole room is filled with your little presents," Wendy pointed out.

"That's not being sentimental. I see stuff and I think of you."

Wendy just rolled her eyes and kissed him. "No more fighting okay? Just talk to me for once."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'm not saying it again."

She laughed. "I didn't think you were going to."

"Good. Now, if I remember correctly we have some unfinished business," Peter said teasingly.

"Unfinished bus- Oh," Wendy answered, remembering. She reached behind him and closed the door.

"Shh," she whispered pointedly. he just raised his eyebrows, amused and picked her up.

"I couldn't bear if you left, you know," he told her as he carried her across the room.

"I couldn't bear leaving," she replied.

"I hoped you'd say that."

Wendy smiled. One day she would return to her family. She missed them every minute she was away. But at that moment, with Peter's arms around her, she couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be or anyone she loved more. He needed her and she would stay until he didn't.

"So you're staying?" he asked once they were laying down.

"I'll never leave," she promised kissing him.