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OUaT: Pregnancy

Peter Pan-

You Find Out

You would wake up and have to throw up, which isn't exactly the best wake up call. "Hey Peter?" He turns to you. "Yes love?" "Come here." He frowns and walks over, following you to a more secluded area. "Peter. I think I might be pregnant." His eyes widen. "Wah- What?" You bit your lip and explain to him.

Cravings

Clams

Sickness

Stomach flu/Queasiness

Mood Swings

Crying

Clothes

Leggings, over sized shirts, toms, headband

Labor

You leaned over the steaming pot of clams. The steam rose to your face, making you queasy. You ran to the bathroom, depositing the remains of your lunch. Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain spread throughout your back. You screamed in surprise.

"PETER!" You scream in agony. He bursts into the tent, panic written on his face. "What? Are you okay? What's wrong?" The words fly out of his mouth a million miles per hour. "Get me to Tiger Lily." You gasp, clutching his arm. His eyes widen. "Now?" You glare at him. "No I mean in a million years. Of course I mean now!" You cry out as another sharp pain spreads across your stomach.

Your Child

"It's a girl!" The healer said. She wrapped your child in a bundle. "Get Peter." You said. You had forced Peter to wait for you outside the tent. She handed you your baby, smiling at you. Before she left to fetch Peter. You looked at her sweet, small face. You smiled involuntarily. Peter bursts in -like always- followed by a flustered but excited Tiger Lily. "Are you okay? Where's the baby?" You smile at how worried Peter is. "She's right here." You hold her up. He bites his lip. "C-Can I hold her?" You grin. "Of course." He picks her up and holds her close to him. "She's so small." He whispers, cradling her. "Yeah." You whisper back, still a little breathless. "What do you think we should name her?" He looks at you, eyes wide. "What about Audrey Mere Pan." He smiled, showing his sparkly teeth.

"That sounds perfect, love." And kissed you.

Jefferson-

You Find Out

You bent over to retrieve the napkin you dropped. Your lower back ached. You stretched it, only causing more pain. You laid on the couch, exhausted. You'd been cleaning the house all day. You checked your phone calendar. It had been three weeks past your time. You stared up at the ceiling, your eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly an idea popped into your head. You gasped, sitting up. Then groaning as your back stiffened. "Sweetheart?" You heard him yell. He had just arrived home. "I'm in here!" Your voice cracked. He came into the room you were in. Concern written all over his face. "Sick?" He asked, sweetly. He sat on the edge of the coach. He felt your temperature. You pulled his hand off your forehead. "No, not like that." You said. He chuckled. "Then what?" He teased. You bit your lip, unsure. "I think I may be pregnant." You said all in one breathe. You squeezed your eyes shut. He grabbed your shoulders, pulling you against his chest lovingly. He moved so that you were on his lap. "That's okay?" You asked shocked. He smiled. "Yes! Of course, doll." He kissed you. You smiled against his lips. "Come on, let's go find out!" You said, hopping off his lap. He grabbed you waist. You looked at him confused, he had a smirk on his face. "That can wait one minute." He pulled you back towards him, and you both fell on the couch laughing together. Forever ;)