Peter Pan's Precious Treasure

Chapter 5

Peter! Wake up!..... PETER!" said a voice, a fist pounding on the door to Peter's bedroom. A low groan answered the voice. "Peter, you alright?" The door opened slightly, and a pale Peter stood on the other side. "Oh, Peter. You look sick. Are you alright?" Tinkerbell asked. Peter just groaned slightly. "Have you thrown up at all today?" she asked. "My stomach tries to throw up, but all that comes up is spit." Peter replied, heading back to his bed and laying back down. "Well, you stay in bed today, I'll get you some medicine that might help. YOU just need to lay back down." Tinkerbell's words only annoyed him. "Tink, please don't talk to me like that. You make it sound like I'm a baby." Peter mumbled. Tinkerbell only chuckled. "Just rest up, Peter." She tried an attempt to pet his hair but was shooed away. "Peter Pan! You don't hit me like that!" Tink scolded. Peter just pulled his blanket over his head. "I just did." he mumbled. Tinkerbell just remained quiet before fluttering to the door. "Just get well soon, and get over this bizzare attitude of yours." She pulled the door shut behind her. Peter waited up until he didn't hear any voices, which meant he was alone. He sat up, still a little sick but his growling stomach was almost as painful as a sick one. He got up from his bed, his blanket draped over him like a cape. He dragged it into the section of the hideout that served kitchen along with himself. "Let's see....what's on the menu for breakfast?" he said, peeking in the books and crannies. Not much of a variety for breakfast. Peter laid his hand on his belly as his stomach growled loudly for food. "I hear you, I hear you. Both of us are hungry." he said, trying to calm down his empty abdomen. The boy wound up fixing a meal that would make even the most strong-stomached men get sick. To others, it's was a rather disgusting mix, but to Peter, it was perfect. At two months pregnant, Peter was starting to experience the normal symptoms of pregnancy, from the nausea, to the cravings, moodiness, and frequent bathroom visits. But his friends haven't noticed anything different about him. As he sat there eating his food, a thought came to him. He had to tell his friends about the tiny baby inside him. But the Lost Boys were a little too rough to be helping much with his baby. "They would unintentionally hurt it for all I know." he thought, swallowing down some of his water. "But I can't wait. Tink will be on my case big time if I waited until the baby's bigger." He felt tiny bubbles in his stomach, they weren't the baby's tiny feet, but his stomach starting to work on his breakfast. He gave his belly a small rub. "You're getting your fill too, aren't you, little one?" he smiled. It'd be another couple of months before Peter would feel the baby's movements inside him. Peter finished his odd breakfast and leaned back in his chair, leaning it back on it's back legs. He rocked back and forth, almost rocking himself and the baby. He was in a deep thought of how to approach the fact that he was pregnant to his friends. "Maybe I should just come out and say it...or lead up to it." he said. "But then...what would they think? I mean, something like this is kind of weird..." As Peter continued to think, the chair he was in started to tilt back a little further then what he had intended, causing him to loose his balance and fall backwards. "...So thankful I'm only a two months along." he slowly got up and fixed the chair. "Ow, that hurt a little." he said, rubbing himself." He looked at a mirror that hung on the wall. He lifted up his shirt slightly, his belly was slightly bloated thanks to his breakfast, but the baby was still too small to be noticeable. Though there is no external evidence of the pregnancy, Peter could feel in his heart, and mind, that there was a tiny life inside him. "I'd be the last person I'd expect to be a parent. But...this had to happen for a reason. That you happened for a reason." he gave his belly a small rub. "I almost feel like I need you in my life." Peter's mind was pretty much just on his sweet little treasure tucked away inside him. When he was tackled going back to his room. He felt six bodies he recognized as the boys play fighting him, which was the last thing he wanted. Suddenly he felt a blow to his stomach. "Stop! You're gonna kill it!" That got the boys off, and Peter bolted to the safety of his room. "Kill what? What's he talking about?" The twins asked. Tinkerbell stared after Peter's retreating form before following after him.