Neverland's Angel

Chapter 20

   "Peter," a voice called out to the young man, situated on his bed, a sword in one hand and a wet cloth in the other. He looked over and saw his little wife, as she sat herself down on the pillow beside him. She had a smile on her face, tears glistening in her eyes. "I have something to tell you." Peter placed a sword he'd been cleaning aside, sitting up a little more and reaching over and taking her hands in his fingers. "And that would be?" The sight of her smile, made one of his own cross his lips. "Just promise me you won't freak out because of it," Emily had a soft tone in her voice. Her smile was undeniable, but he couldn't help but notice the hint of seriousness and hope in her eyes. He raised a hand and caressed the side of her cheek with his finger softly. "I won't," he promised, his voice laced with sincerity. He leaned forwards and kissed her forehead sweetly. "Plus, you're the girl for me. I wouldn't want to find another, no matter your news." She grinned and leaned into his touch, before closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh. A tear slipped down her face, but yet, she still had a smile. "Peter, you're going to be a father." That calm element he exuded was quickly drained, replaced by stark astonishment. "You...You're sure?" He stuttered, taken aback by the suddenness of the news. But he could see the certainty on her face.  "I just... wow... Emily.. That's... That's wonderful." Peter swiftly kissed her lips again, then delicately pressed the pad of his thumb to her belly. 'I'm going to be a father?', The fact hit him like a sledgehammer. "Just think, soon it won't be me, you, Tink and the boys anymore." Emily cradled her middle with her arms reverently for the start of a life budding within her own body and kept her eyes on Peter's face. "I want to settle down with you. I want to have everything with you. Everything that we should have." She stepped forward and reached for his face, hands touched either side of his mouth before she leaned against him. "Let's do this together." "We will." He murmured. "I promise." A voice in the back of his head warned him about making promises he couldn't keep. But failing wasn't an option this time. Not anymore. As Peter held her, a newfound sense of responsibility quietly sank into his bones. It was beautiful and frightening. A happy shudder ran through and he pressed her tiny body against his with a calculated pressure. After all this time, feeling a guilty pang every kiss, knowing he could never give her whatever she so deeply yearned for... That was a worry of the past, soon to be proven wrong. "God, do I ever love you," Emily spread her arms and hugged what she could of Peter's chest, cheek pressed against him. “You know that?" " Oh, I do," Peter stroked her back, taking a deep breath to set his body at ease with his spirit. "But I never get tired of hearing it." Emily giggled and snuggled closer into the chest of her husband. Her gentle giant.