Neverland's Angel

Chapter 23

The relative silence and intimacy of their room greeted Emily like a welcome friend. She swung her legs on the edge of Peter's hand and put her hand over her stomach. "The little rascal's kicking again." She gave a soft smile, her voice entirely fondness. "Let me hear!" Peter was already lifting Emily to his face. His nose nudged her left arm out of the way when he pressed his lips to her swollen midsection. minutes later, he pulled away with glistening eyes. For a long moment, Peter said nothing; just stared at her, drank her appearance in the way she was tonight. Two massive fingers combed down her hair, finding her hand. "How are your hands always cold?" He asked with a quiet, affectionate chuckle. Emily's nose was still red from the cold outside, a pleasant flush accompanying on her freckled cheeks. She rested her hands over Peter's fingertips and wore an elated smile. "Because I've got you to warm them up for me." Peter wore the smile of a lover, a father, and a husband. He covered her hands with his thumb and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Okay..." She sat on his pillow now, while he changed into his nigh shirt. "What do you think about 'Destiny'?" He threw out a name he had been pondering. Emily's gaze fell to her baby bump and she rested her considerably warmed hands over the surface "Little Destiny ..." She thought about the name and it seemed to fit perfectly. A proud smile spread. "Destiny's a beautiful name." "Really?" He turned around, finishing buttoning his shirt. Peter had offered her several names over a four-month period, and until now, they hadn't been able to agree on one. His lower half was warmed by two consecutive blankets as he laid down. Sturdy fingers laced around her frame with a contrasting gentleness. The child within her seemed to have an increasingly personality as the days passed, and a concrete name to call it made it seem all the more imminent. "Yeah." Emily nodded and laid on her side turned to Peter's face. "Destiny's the name, I think." She reached forward a hand and stroked his face, tender eyes beholding the boy. Peter chuckled, a warm, rich sound. He blew out the lamp and rubbed her back. Outside the hideout, it was cold and noises were dwindling. But Peter and Emily clung to each other with a confidence, remaining encased in each other's presence. "Destiny, we have to share your mother, Alright?" Peter smiled At her, then tucked Emily against his chest half-under the covers. "I've barely held you all day..."Emily nuzzled his chest and gave him a tiny kiss. "Hey, you've been busy taking care of us and the boys. And we've got time now for some snuggles, right?" She smiled up at him, a mixture of longing and understanding. Peter and Emily were curled into each other. That was nice to see; they hadn't looked that peaceful together in weeks."At least one of us got some action, huh?" He said to himself. It was the most frustrating thing. With each second he was closer to drifting off, sweet loving memories ushered him along. "You're incredibly warm." Tiny fingers traced over his heart. "That's good, right?" He smiled behind closed eyes. She leaned completely against him. "Mm. Very good." And he drifted off just like that, keep informed his wife and child cradled safely against his heart.