There she was. Peter smiled as he watched her sitting on a lonely park bench, wrapped in a green and blue quilt, watching the glimmering moon dance across the water.
It was now or never. He stepped out from behind the old oak tree and spoke softly. "Hello, Wendy."
She didn't turn around, but Peter felt her smile in his heart. "Hello, Peter. You came back."
He walked over and sat down on the bench beside her. "And I've come to stay."
"But, Peter, you've grown up, you said you never would. You must be at least twenty-six now." Wendy turned to look at him. Her blue eyes still as sharp and girlish as ever.
Peter laughed softly. "That mischievous Tinker Bell used some of her fairy dust. I turned Captain Hook's old pirate ship over to the lost boys after they brought me here. Never Land always seemed empty after you left the nursery and I could no longer come play my pipe for you and your brothers. After a lot of thinking, I decided that growing old with you would be better than staying young forever."
"Will you stay? Truly? I've missed you most horribly. I thought I would forget you, just like John and Michael did. They don't remember Never Land or you or the lost boys or Tinker Bell, but somehow I never could forget you."
"I'll be yours forever and ever, Wendy Darling, if only you'll be mine."
Wendy threw her arms around his neck. " Then I'll be yours forever and ever, Peter Pan.
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Years later, as Peter Pan lay dying, he looked up into his wife's tear filled eyes and gave her a weak smile.
"Wendy Darling, please don't cry. Not for one moment have I ever regretted growing up, because I got to do it with you."
Peter Pan heaved one last shaky breath, closed the green eyes that had always been full of boyish laughter, and went back home to Never Land.
Wendy smiled softly and whispered,
"So come with me, where dreams are born,
And where time is never planned.
Just think of happy things,
And your heart will fly on fairy wings,
Forever, in Never Never Land."
