Relax guys, there's still a few more chapters to be had ;-) I'll probably post another tonight but I DID write the last chapter today, sadly enough, so it will be coming to an end soon. Not just yet though :-) again, thank you all so so much for the support-it means the world!

Peter and Wendy took advantage of the "quiet time" and indulged several more times before they were too worn out to speak. After redressing, he lifted her into his arms and flew them back home. When they landed, the boys hurried out of the house and surrounded the pair.

"WHERE have you been?"

"My god, we were so worried!"

"Are you two alright?"

"Boys, boys, we're just fine," Wendy assured them. The boys noticed she was not letting go of Peter's hand (which was quite fine with Peter) and Curly's brow raised.

"What happened to you two?"

"I'm not sure, to be frank," she said uncertainly, glancing at Peter. "But some sort of miracle, to be sure. We just remembered how much we love each other. And how we'll never let the other go." The boys all smiled knowingly.

"The Wendy lady is the only one Peter Pan's heart has ever beat for. We've known that for years, we just hoped you both would remember and realize it as well."

"I have a feeling there's more to the story though?" Nibs asked with a raised brow.

"There is but it's really late and we should all be getting to bed," Peter said dismissively, pulling his wife toward the house. Wyatt, Farrah, and Adette were waiting in the doorway and Wendy's hands went to her hips.

"What are you three doing up so late?"

"Please, like we could sleep with all the noise around here. Uncle Slightly has been freaking out for the past hour."

"I have not," Slightly exclaimed. "I just expressed my worry that your parents hadn't returned." Peter and Wendy grinned.

"Alright, we're just fine. You three get back to bed." The kids hugged them both and grinned up at them.

"We're so glad everything is alright," Farrah whispered. Wyatt nodded.

"The royal family is Neverland is so blessed. Please don't forget that." With another smile they hurried off to their bedrooms. Peter glanced at Wendy, looking a bit surprised.

"When did our children become so smart?" she said softly. He nuzzled her cheek lovingly and smiled.

"They take after you." Smiling, she bid the boys all goodnight and went off to their bedroom.

Peter stopped for a moment once they were inside and had difficulty breathing. What if things changed again? Who was to say they were safe? He reached for Wendy's hand and squeezed. Through the darkness, he could make out her broad smile and his hands went to her cheek as he kissed her deeply. His hands slipped under her gown and caressed her breast and she let out a deep sigh.

"You haven't had enough tonight?"

"I will never get enough of you. But I'm more than happy just holding you in my arms as we sleep. Forgive me if I hold you a little tighter than usual tonight." She allowed him to throw her gown aside and stared up at him, a slight frown on her face.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" Before he could answer she let out a little cry.

"Oh no!"

"What's the matter?"

"My kiss! It's missing." Her hands were grasping at her throat as she looked around, panicked.

"Wendy, love, it's just an acorn," he said softly.

"It's so much more than that, Peter. Help me find it. Please." They turned the light on and searched the bedroom. Peter became a bit distracted by his naked wife but she took no notice; she tossed the blankets aside and searched through her trunks. She collapsed on the bed and looked as if she were about to cry. He knelt in front of her and looked up into her face.

"Would a thimble help?" Her lip trembled a little but she smiled.

"Maybe." Grinning, he cupped her chin and kissed her, leaning her back onto the bed.

"You have my hidden kiss, Wendy. You're the only one it will ever belong to."

"I guess that's much better than any acorn or thimble," she breathed. Struck by an idea, he leaned back and knelt in front of one of her trunks. With shaking hands, he reached in and moved aside her dresses and clothing. Her journal was underneath and there nestled between her wedding gown and some of Wyatt's baby clothes was the acorn necklace. With a broad smile, he picked it up and fastened it around her neck. She stared down at it with wide eyes.

"What on earth was it doing in there? And how did you know?"

"Just a hunch," he said with a shrug.

"Peter, will you tell me what happened to you today?"

"Someday, Wendy, but tonight can I just hold you in my arms?" He picked her up and pulled her close to his chest, their hearts beating as one. Her arms went around his waist as she nuzzled into him, already feeling sleep pulling at her. Peter felt tired but he didn't want to close his eyes; he was afraid when he opened them again, she would be gone. He would be forever stuck in some alternate universe where there was no Wendy. He winced and shook himself. She was right here and she wouldn't ever leave him. He was distracted by her fingers making lazy patterns on his thigh and he bent down to kiss her. He had a feeling she was already half asleep so he didn't feel too bad in telling her what had happened; he had a feeling she wouldn't believe him if she were completely awake.

"You want to know what happened? Why I'm acting differently.?"

"Mmhm," she replied sleepily, not opening her eyes. His arms wrapped around her and he brought her in even closer. He quietly told her what had happened after she had run out of the house, how he had realized he couldn't live without her, every detail of his horrible alternate realities. When he finished, he felt much better, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He closed his eyes and leaned into the blankets but he felt Wendy shift and his eyes shot open to find her staring at him.

"Are you certain all of this was real and not just a dream you had?" Peter gaped at her.

"You heard all of that? I was sure you were asleep."

"Would you rather I didn't hear it?" He glanced down and bit his lip.

"I was afraid you wouldn't believe me. But every word is true, Wendy, I swear it. I fought with everything I had to get you back. I don't know which was worse, watching you choose the other guy or knowing that you were…" he found he couldn't say the word and shook his head. Wendy cocked her head and smiled.

"Peter, you act surprised that you won." He could only stare at her and her smile widened.

"Don't you know why all of my stories were all about you?"

"Because you wanted adventures of your own?"

"Partly. But mainly because you're the hero. You always triumph. In every story I told, you won. I wouldn't expect otherwise. You defeat any obstacles that stand in your path and do it with a smile and a crow. It's one of the reasons I was so terrified to marry you and settle down with you…because I felt like I would bring your adventures to an end. But don't worry," she quickly added, seeing the look on his face, "I know that life is still an adventure for you and this is what you want. But I never doubted that you would win. You have a power to you that makes you invincible, in a sense. You seem to forget you have that power."

"Wendy, the moment I decided to grow for you, I lost that power. I'm not invincible and the way my enemies can get to me is through you. You may still see the powerful little prince but that's not who I am anymore."

"No. You're a powerful King who will defend his family with his life." Peter nodded.

"You're right on that." She leaned up and kissed him deeply.

"It's one of the reasons I love you so much." He smiled against her lips.

"What are the other reasons?"

"The list is too long, darling. And as you said, we need some sleep. I'll tell you all about you another night." He grinned and they cuddled against each other, holding onto each other for dear life.

The next morning, Peter awoke early and found his sleeping wife buried under the covers. He kissed her softly before he dove out of bed and dressed. He saw the boys all still sleeping and tip-toed out of the house.

He flew to a nearby field and gathered a lovely bouquet of Wendy's favorite flowers. Tying them with a piece of ribbon, he flew to the Never Trees and picked a generous amount of neverberries. A glowing light appeared and he snapped his arm back.

"Majesty," he said, bowing his head.

"You're up before the sun, Peter. What is the occasion?"

"Just want to surprise my perfect wife with some flowers and breakfast." The Queen raised her brow and smiled.

"I am glad to see it worked out and that you were able to return." Peter's head snapped up and he stared at the fairy.

"What was that?"

"Losing her twice has made you realize that you never want to live without her, yes?"

"How did you—"

"We're fairies, Peter. Magic runs through our veins. I cannot explain to you how it all works because magic cannot be explained. But at least you know that it was real; everything you experienced really did happen."

"I told Wendy everything. And I think she believes me."

"And why wouldn't she? She is in Neverland, where anything is possible. Treasure your family, Peter. For you are truly lost without them." He nodded; maybe a few days ago, he would have gotten angry about that statement but he now knew it was true. Saying goodbye to the queen, Peter slid the basket of berries and flowers over his arm and flew back to the house. Something below nestled in the trees caught his eye and he landed a few feet away and peered through the bushes. He gasped but immediately clapped his hand over his mouth. Locked in a passionate embrace were John and Tiger Lily. John was stroking her cheek and whispering in her ear. Shaking his head, Peter backed away slowly so not to draw attention to himself and returned the house.

Wendy heard Peter climbing through the window and smiled. That boy just never wanted to use doors. She peered through her eyelashes and saw him setting a vase of beautiful flowers by the bed. She felt the bed move as he sat beside her and he gently kissed her nose, forehead, and lips. She giggled and opened her eyes to find his face inches from hers.

"So you won't believe this. But I think your brother might be staying in Neverland when the boys go back to London." She leaned up, frowning.

"And why would you say that?"

"Judging by the embrace he is giving Tiger Lily, I'd say his marriage to what's-her'name is off." Wendy's jaw dropped.

"John would never! His reputation in society means a great deal to him."

"Well, maybe he finally got smart, like his sister. Neverland has no rules or expectations, you know. And they can finally be together." Her face softened and she glanced out the window.

"I do hope it works out. I would hate for him to lead her to believe something will happen and then just leave."

"Me too," Peter said tensely. He shook himself and reached for the basket of berries, taking one out and holding it to Wendy's lips. She smiled and accepted the fruit, sucking on his fingers as well as tasting the berry. He bit his lip and felt himself harden with desire.

"You know, they think we're still asleep…we could…" he waggled an eyebrow and Wendy laughed, shaking her head.

"You are insatiable."

"Only when it comes to you." They finished the basket of berries together (teasing as they went on until the game consisted of getting the berry off the other's tongue and would become heavily involved in some passionate kisses and finally decided to get dressed and go see the rest of the family.