Neverland's Angel

Chapter 21

The morning came with the crack of dawn and Tinkerbell awoke. The humble sunlight which stained the sky pleasingly gave covered the world in gentle yellow. The sounds of birds giving their morning call soothed her. And then Emily came running in her pajamas from the her and Peter's room, a hand over her mouth and the other over her stomach. Tink shook her head. She guessed there'd been roughly a week since conception or more; that made enough sense if she was sensitive enough to be getting sick at this point. Emily doubled over a fairy sized bucket outside the room and moaned and very quickly, Tinkerbell was by her side, pulling her hair out out of her face. ("Let it out, Emily.") Emily proceeded to heave and upchuck. "...Kill me...." She groaned in between bouts of vomiting. Luckily, it was mostly bile... "Peter." "Nnmmm." "Where's Emily?"  "She's right..." Fingers grasping empty air where his tiny beautiful wife should have been, Peter sat up straight, becoming alert out of necessity. Slightly, Cubby, Nibs, the twins and Tootles were standing his pillow, wearing an unreadable expression. The seven boys searched high and low with painstaking carefulness inside the room. Out of desperation, Peter stepped outside the room and called her name quietly. The response to Peter's call? A stomach turning 'bleeck' sound as poor Emily spewed out yet more stomach contents into the bucket. Tinkerbell turned around even as she bent over beside a squatting Emily, rubbing her back "She's over here. Give her a bit of space, she's not doing too great, Peter." Peter started forward in concern anyway, but Tink's expression made him double-guess his masculine instincts. Even from a distance, he recognized Emily's posture, and the contents of her stomach in the fairy sized bucket. She turned her ashen face towards him and gave him a shaky "hang on" motion. Peter reluctantly respected her wish and ushered the boys back inside the room, giving his girl some privacy. "She's safe, boys. Sorta." Slightly arched a brow. "She's.. well.. Morning sickness." Peter lamely explained. Slightly smiled at him sympathetically, another silent reminder to Peter of the parental bond he and Emily now shared.  "So it begins." "...I did not sign up for this..." Emily groaned and sprawled out a small ways from the bucket that Tink had taken to removing. The fairy clapped off her hands and fluttered off toward her little nook, ducked inside and emerged with a small vial and a tin mug of clean water. She gave Emily a nudge and the girl sat up "Here. Take this and it should settle your stomach. The water's to get the taste of upchuck outta your mouth." As Tink handed off each thing, Emily nodded understandingly. She took a sip of water, swished things around and spat out the grossness into the dirt and repeated a few times. Emily downed the medicine in a shot then a little bit of water. "You are a gift from god, Tink, I swear." Emily sent her an out of breath smile to which Tink let out her signature, crass laugh. "Go set your man's nerves at ease. Poor boy looked frightened half to death." Peter pulled on his pants, fiddling with the belt buckle. "It's all downhill from here." Slightly spoke like he was announcing his jail sentence. You may as well kiss your sweet little Emily goodbye." "Thanks for the advice, buddy." Peter said flatly. "I think I'll manage." He slid on his signature green shirt and turned to face Slightly. "I just wish I knew how to help her." Emily ducked back into the room and cleared her throat to get Peter's attention. Both boys turned at the sound of her voice. "Hey," Peter immediately knelt down, leaning towards her. He gave her an almost apolegetic smile. "Seems like our baby's not gonna give it's mum an easy time of it, huh?" He quickly added. Two fingers as thick as sturdy elm trees touched Emily's clammy arm. "Do you want to lie down?"
Emily shifted from foot to foot before giving a quick nod before rubbing the back of her head. "Maybe just for a little bit. Quick power nap." She looked a tad bit drowsy, after all. "I blame the medicine for this one." She started to shuffle over slowly towards Peter's hand. Slightly took that as his cue to leave and quickly shuffled out of Peter's room as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. Once she had found a comfortable position, Peter carefully laid out close behind her. Emily smiled and moved closer, extending her hands and entreating him to come closer so she could reach his lips.He obliged, and the two of them fell into their subtle rhythm of tender caresses in the dark."You have cute little ears." Peter murmured, voice beginning to slur as sleep approached. He was feeling the tiny cartilage bend back and forth under his fingertip. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then her neck and chin, working his way down to her belly and below. When kissing Emily in their natural states, he couldn't help but cover more of her at a time than he was aiming for. Emily's eyes drooped under Peter's attentions and she laid still to let Peter's immense lips caress her body section by section. "Mmmn...I love it when you kiss me like that..." She mumbled back to him as lifted her hand to lay against a fraction of his face. She leaned up to give him a sweep of her lips and to whisper as well. "We both like getting kissed." She lowers her hands to her stomach and rested them there. Though close to sleep, Peter peeked open his eyes. His supple lips grazed across the span of her legs up to her hands. He placed an especially tender kiss over her abdomen, thinking of the beginning of the child -his child... Their child. "Is there anything you want me to do?" He asked softly. The meds had kicked in full force. On top of settling the turmoil in her belly, they'd managed to make her exceedingly drowsy. She closed her eyes and managed to speak with the last of her wakeful energy."Sing me to sleep." If a lullaby was the best he could offer her right now, than he would do just that.
"Let it go
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These small hours still remain

Let it slide
Let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine
Until you feel it all around you
And I don't mind
If it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by
It's the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These small hours still remain

All of my regret
Will wash away some how
But I can not forget
The way I feel right now

In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours, still remain
Still remain
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These little wonders still remain"
He draped his hand around her loosely, and soon after dreamed of the bundle of joy heaven had blessed them with.