Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines [Not Taking Requests]

Imagine #29- Mothers (Peter Pan)

Crickets hum their evening song outside my tent while I strum a few chords on my acoustic guitar. The Lost Boys were all sleeping peacefully in their tents, and everything moved at a slow and steady pace. Only my guitar and the crickets disturbed the silence the night brought upon the land.

"M-Morwest?" I hear a startled voice mutter from behind me. I turn around to see the youngest Lost Boy Charles holding his blanket closely to his chest, the other carelessly holding his scruffy teddy bear.

"Hey, Charles. You should be asleep right now." I whisper, coming over to him and picking him up so that his weight fell on my hip. I walk over to my bed and place him on my quilt. His eyes are wide with fear and sadness.

"I-I can't." He stutters.

"Why not?"

"I had another nightmare." He bursts out into tears.

"About what? Do you want to talk about it?" I sit beside him and give him a reassuring squeeze.

He nods slowly and turns to face me.

"It was about my mommy."

My heart seizes up. Charles was pretty new to Neverland, and he's been having a hard time coping with the fact that he probably would never see his mom again. It brought my own memories of my mother, hidden in the back of my mind. I always try to push my own emotions away, fearing that it would eventually break me.

"Hey, it's okay," I coo, "I miss my mommy too."

He sniffs and looks up to me with his big, innocent blue eyes.

"Y-you do?"

"Yup."

"What was your mommy like?"

"Well, she was the sweetest person I knew. And I loved her with all of my heart."

"That sounds just like my mommy."

"Does it now?"

"Yeah. She would always make these yummy cookies after school and we would always dip them in milk before eating them all up." Charles giggles and rubs his stomach.

"That sounds good." I lick my lips for effect and Charles just cackles even harder.

"And she would sing this one song to me every night. Her voice was so pretty." After a pause of thought, Charles speaks again. "Can you sing?"

"No, I-"

"Please? Please, please, please, please, please?" Charles tugs at my night gown. I laugh and give in.

"What is love? Said a child, to her mother,

What is hope, trust and peace?

Are these just words that we say to one another?

What do they mean?

How will I know?

My child, my precious child,

Consider the sun and the moon and the stars,

The rain that comes down from above,

For these are like love,

These are like love.

The moon and the stars are shelters for your soul,

Outstretched hands protecting you from fear,

And as you're looking up,

You'll find the peace within,

The comfort that you feel is like love my dear,

Yes, this is like love.

And in the darkest day you feel the rain,

Remember, its promise to provide,

It's then you'll understand,

The meaning of hope,

It's always there,

Standing at your side,

This is like love,

This is like love.

And then there is the sun,

So brilliant in the sky,

It speaks to us of trust,

Of values we hold high.

It nourishes the spirit,

Spreading joy to all,

The gift of love will give you,

Power to stand tall.

We must speak to the child of love and trust,

Speak to the child of peace,

Speak to the child of the moon and the stars and the sun and the rain.

Speak to the child,

Speak to the child,

Speak to the child of love."

By the time I had finished, Charles was curled in a ball and sleeping peacefully at my side, a single thumb in his dainty mouth.

"That was beautiful." Peter says, walking in.

"Oh my goodness, you heard?" I wince.

"Yeah. You're amazing."

"Thanks, Peter."

"What's wrong with Charles?"

"He just had a nightmare about his mom. I don't think he's handling it too well."

"I think you'd be a great mom."

"You really think so?" I giggle.

"Yes, I do. You're so great with Charles."

"Thanks, Peter."

"Well, it's late and you're probably exhausted. Good night, Morwest."

"Good night."

Peter walks out of the tent and turns the light off so I'm in the room alone with Charles sleeping by my side.

A/N: Sorry if this was crappy ahahaha. I just feel like I owe a big apology about the wait for imagines. Most of you have been very understanding of my busy schedule, and I thank you for that :)

This imagine is for @Morwest, I hope you like it!

The song I used for this IS NOT MINE OMG I WISH I WROTE THAT THO! I sang it last year in my women's ensemble and thought to throw it in there for you guys. It's called "Speak to the Child of Love" haha. If you're on a computer, I'll be putting the YouTube video on the side ;)

And if you haven't caught it yet, this was a sort of Mother's Day imagine haha. Make sure you guys spoil your mom(s) today ;)

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