The Legacy of Peter Pan

(unfinished)Epilogue: The Legacy of Peter Pan

         "Peter, Dear, do hurry. We mustn't be late to the theater you know." Wendy remarked. She picked up her second pearl earring from the vanity she was sat in front of and pinned it into her earlobe. She patted her delicately done up hair, and then turned when Peter's trifling through the chest of drawers behind her didn't stop.

"I...can't seem to find my cufflinks." He frowned, guiltily holding out his wrists for Wendy to see.

Wendy laughed and rose up to inspect his suit sleeves. "You're worse at misplacing things than Archie."

Peter feigned being hurt. "Don't compare me to a child. Especially one who's hardly three years old."

"I wonder who he gets it from?" Wendy teased as she leaned up to plant soft kiss on her husband's cheek. She adjusted his jacket and gazed into Peter's warm brown eyes. The eyes of a grown man, she thought. But not one in spirit, she noted with a smile, catching the glint of gold that sparkled at the edge of his pupils. "The cufflinks, correct?" She asked, returning to the original topic at hand.

"Unnecessary as they might be, yes." Peter crossed his arms and leaned against the dresser. His affectionate gaze followed Wendy whilst she walked over to stand in front of the full length mirror. She was glamorous (as she always was in Peter's mind), but tonight especially, donning her lacy, rose colored evening gown flecked with silver sequined patterns. Peter relished in the fact that he fell more deeply in love with her when he caught little moments like these. Her simply running her hands down her sides, smoothing her clothing. Wendy was right- each stage of life did bring about something new. If he was still stubbornly refusing to grow up, Peter would've never gotten to see Wendy smoothing her dress, would've never been able to wake up beside her and lazily twist a strand of her hair around his finger, would've never experienced the joy of arriving back to his cozy home and having someone rush into his arms. And then of course, there were the big moments. Ones that not only made Peter love Wendy more than he thought possible, but also made him a better person as a whole. Marrying Wendy taught him compassion. The process of buying a home together taught him patience (especially when Wendy kept changing her mind about the wallpaper.). And Archie. Peter never regretted pushing past those obstinate midwives into the room where he watched Wendy bring a wailing baby boy into the world. For even though he was nearly brought to tears at seeing Wendy brought to tears by her immense pain and fear, she refused to rest before she knew their child was safe in their arms. And that was the day Peter learned a knew love. One that came over him so strongly it almost toppled him over at the sound of his son's first shrill cry. A Father's love. He was eternally grateful to Wendy for that.

It was then that Peter had a little chuckle at himself. His past self would've scowled at the thought of being so sappy. Also the thought of being "An old Father.". But Peter wouldn't change that for one thousand Neverlands.

"I'm sure I know where they are." Wendy stated. "I'll fetch them for you as soon as- Oh! Would you do me a favor and zip the back of my dress? I can't reach." In the mirror, she saw Peter come up behind her, his stare unashamedly lustful and loving as he wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his hands over her belly, heavily swollen with growing life.

"Are you sure I can't take it off instead?" He mumbled against her neck and then kissed the junction right below her ear.

"Yes." She shyly giggled. "Especially now while I'm resembling that of an elephant."

He pressed his lips to her bare shoulder. "If you are an elephant, then I guess we'll just have to stay in tonight. The theater wouldn't allow you."

Wendy playfully scoffed. "You'd enjoy that wouldn't you?"

"Staying inside? Yes. You being an elephant? No." He took hold of the dress's zipper and slowly brought it up.

Without warning, a distressed child's voice calling from the hallway caught both of their attentions. "Cook, wait! Come back!" The voice shouted.

Peter stifled a snicker as Wendy groaned and tiredly placed a hand to her forehead. "What has he got that poor cat dressed up as now? And I still have to get you those cufflinks!"

"Yes, yes, the blasted cufflinks." Peter smiled, opening the bedroom door to the hallway. "I think we should rescue the cat first."