It is now night time and Wendy has finished putting the boys to sleep.

Peter is lying down on the hammock observing Wendy.

As she kisses the last boy on the forehead, she brushes his hair out of his face and stares at the boy.

"I hope one day I get to have a little one just like you." She whispers to herself.

She then hears someone clear their throat behind her.

She smiles and walks over to Peter and lays down next to him putting her hand on his chest and snuggling closely to him.

She looks up at the ceiling and begins to think.

Peter decided to break the silence and clears his throat again.

"I want to know everything."

"Like what Peter?"

"Like what have you been up to these past few years?" He says now looking down at her.

"Oh. Well, there's not much to say. My parents moved me out of the nursery right after we came back because they felt like I was being too childish for my age. I graduated early from school and was to go off to a school in the United States. I started to write songs again and I had made up my mind to pursue a career as a sing-" .

"Wait . . . wait. You sing?"

"Yes. hahaha, I never mentioned it before but I do."

"Can you sing me a song?" He says as he traces my leg with his finger.

"To be quite honest. I wrote a song about you." I say blushing.

"Well? What are you waiting for Wendy Bird! Go on . . . "

I clear my throat and begin to sing.

I don't ever ask you

Where you've been

And I don't feel the need to

Know who you're with

I can't even think straight

But I can tell

That you were just with her

And I'll still be a fool

I'm a fool for you

Just a little bit of your heart

Just a little bit of your heart

Just a little bit of your heart is all I want

Just a little bit of your heart

Just a little bit of your heart

Just a little bit is all I'm asking for

I don't ever tell you

How I really feel

Cause I can't find the words to

Say what I mean

And nothing's ever easy

That's what they say

I know I'm not your only

But I'll still be a fool

Cause I'm a fool for you

"Wendy stop." He says suddenly.

I look up at him and see that he's looking straight at the ceiling with watery eyes.

"Peter- what's wrong?" I look at him confused.

"Is that how you feel?" He says quietly.

"Peter you left. And I was hurting. I didn't know what you were up to."

I say now starring at him.

"Wendy- I want you to know that I have NEVER brought another girl here. You were my first and last." He says as he gets off the hammock and enters his room.

Sitting up. I stare at the floor and decide to follow him.

As I enter, he is taking off his clothes and gets into his bed.

"Peter I understand If you don't want me to sleep with you tonight. I'll just sleep in the hammock." I say quietly.

He stretches out his hand and gestures me to come to the bed. I then climb in and go under the covers with him. He pulls me closer and I put my arm around his chest.

"I'm not mad or upset at you Wendy. I just hate myself because I left you. The fact that I made you feel sad hurts me."

I look up at him and smile giving him a peck on the lips.

"What matters now, is that you came back Peter."

We then stay silent and I feel my eyelids begin to close.

"By the way. . . you sing like an Angel."

I smile and drift fast asleep.