Wendy:

Wendy got up bright and early on the morning of her wedding day. The alarm was going off like crackers and she stretched her arms out above her, feeling stiff. She had gone to sleep early last night and slept peacefully. The last few days of hustle and bustle had tired her completely and she needed the early night in order to wake up at six in the morning.

As Wendy was stretching, her mother came bustling in. She grinned at Wendy, already dressed in her outfit for the morning and said, "Come my dear! I've made us a mother-daughter breakfast. The boys have been sent to go and do various chores, so it will be just the two of us." Wendy hopped out of bed and hugged her mother, "Thanks, mum. I love you." Her mother wrapped her arms around Wendy and whispered, "I love you too, my girl." Wendy grabbed her robe and tied it tightly around her waistline.
She kissed Wendy on the top of her head and Wendy sighed happily. She couldn't stop grinning. The morning was going to be fairly relaxed. She'd had her nails done the previous day…painted a pale green colour. She had shaved and done all of those essentials the night before. So really, now there was nothing more to do but wait until four o' clock, when she would get into her wedding dress and start preparing.

They walked down the grand staircase in silence and Wendy gasped at the impressive breakfast her mother had laid out for her on the veranda table, "Oh mother!" she whispered in excitement. There were chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries, eggs, bacon, sausages and yoghurt, French toast and plenty of other delectable goods. Her mother chuckled and whispered, "I have to give the boys some credit. I couldn't have done all of it alone."
Wendy beamed at her mother and hugged her tightly again, "Thank you! It looks simply beautiful!" They sat down at the table, her mother at the head and Wendy sitting beside her. Wendy helped herself to as much as she thought she could manage. She laughed and whispered, "I'm afraid you've outdone yourself, mother. I don't think I'll possibly be able to finish it all!"
Her mother laughed lightly and whispered, "What else are so many brother's for?" She winked at Wendy who chuckled and nodded in agreement as she buttered her French Toast. They ate in silence for a bit. Then her mother asked almost nervously, "Wendy…I've never wanted to push about asking you things about Peter, but since he's going to family I just want to know…" she inhaled sharply as Wendy poured herself orange juice and then waited for her mother to finish. She glanced up and her mother sighed, swallowing a piece of sausage, "Where did you meet him?"

Wendy smiled and for the first time she felt like her mother might actually take her seriously in saying what she had to say. She felt her insides tingle and Wendy tried to contemplate the fact that she was marrying the boy who she'd only dreamed of for as long as she could remember. Wendy inhaled deeply and then told her mother everything…from the beginning of their journey from when she was thirteen years old, to the end now and in love with a boy who wouldn't grow up, and whom couldn't love...to where she was now…marrying the same boy who turned into a man who loved her.

Her mother listened without much expression on her face, occasionally glancing up from her breakfast when showing signs of disbelief. Of course, there were certain things Wendy chose to leave out…like the ugly Tiger Lily business…but apart from that, she felt like she could tell her mother all of it. Neverland was her past now, and Peter was her future. Neverland was the beginning…and he…he was the end.

When Wendy was done with her story, she glanced up. Her mother had finished eating a long time ago and was staring at her daughter in awe. She whispered, "You died!" Wendy laughed! Of all the things she had just told her mother, what she picked up on was the part about her dying. Her mouth was open in an oh-shape and she seemed to be struggling to comprehend it all. She floundered for words. Wendy's mother was really one who was lost for words…but Wendy wasn't surprised this time.
She laughed and shook her head, "No mother…just in Neverland." Wendy shrugged and took a last sip of orange juice. She was satisfyingly full and she felt like she had never been so stuffed in her life! Her mother closed her mouth again and stared out into their large garden. She was silent for several minutes, contemplating and processing.

Then she turned to Wendy and smiled, her kiss in the corner of her lips all but glowing. Her mother whispered to her, "Well…I'm so proud of you Wendy- of everything you've achieved. After all of that, I'm so happy you and Peter can be together and find your happily ever after." Wendy felt herself welling up with emotions. She wasn't crying, although she almost wanted to cry tears of happiness. She was just beaming from ear to ear, relieved her mother seemed to accept everything she said without hesitation. She got up and hugged her mother from behind her chair, to show her gratitude for her belief and her acceptance. It meant so much to her. She kissed her cheek and whispered, "Thank you, mother, for everything. And for always believing in me."
When she sat down again, her mother had a tear in her eye and took Wendy's hand in hers, "I always have and I always will believe in you, my dear. That imagination had to have come from somewhere." They both laughed and Wendy and her mother spent the rest of the morning washing up the dishes. It was a simple task, one they did in silence, but they were both preoccupied with their own thoughts. When they were almost done, her mother asked her suddenly, "Wendy! Do you think I'll be able to meet Tinkerbell?" Wendy laughed and nodded in amusement at her excitement she was showing, "I'm sure it can be arranged…" she whispered as she placed the last dish in its place.

Peter:

Peter had barely slept a wink. He'd slept the night in Aunt Muriel's house, since he wasn't meant to see Wendy the night before the wedding. Wendy had said it was bad luck for some strange reason. But he found that he slept restlessly and ended up barely sleeping a wink.

He was relieved when the clock next to his bed in the guest bedroom read seven am. He got up to go and retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen and sighed in relief when he downed a glass of water easily. Then he heard footsteps and he tensed until he saw it was Rose. She had slept over and was in the other spare bedroom. She smiled at him kindly and asked, "Couldn't sleep?" He nodded and sighed, "Yeah. Just couldn't stop thinking."
Rose nodded as she poured herself a glass of water and whispered, "Pre-wedding jitters?" Peter frowned and thought about it. Was he nervous? He racked his brains for an answer and then replied, "Um, I'm not sure. I'm not nervous about marrying Wendy, because I know she's the one for me. I think I'm just nervous because I never, ever saw myself in this position. This used to be everything I hated."

It was Rose's turn to frown now and she asked, "Why's that?" Peter sighed irritably and shook his head, wondering how he could explain without going into details. He whispered, "I'm a man. I have to take responsibility. I have to have a family and I don't know if I'll be much good at it because I didn't have a family for a long time, until I found Wendy. Not a proper one anyway. The boys were brothers, but parents I knew nothing about! How do I even know how to be a parent! I don't and…"
Peter ended off nervously, and with a great sigh, leant on the island counter and shook his head, "I don't know what's expected of me!" he said in frustration. To his immense surprise and annoyance, Rose laughed! He hadn't ever made much conversation with her apart from when she was around Slightly, but she laughed at his insecurities. He stared at her irritably and then she smiled softly at him, "Does anyone know what's expected of us though, Peter?" Peter raised his eyebrow at her and she leaned on the counter at the opposite end, watching him closely before replying, "I'd never dreamed I'd end up with Sligh. I never expected it. I was never much good at being a committed girlfriend before he came along, but he changed me, and for the best. I've never been happier, or more myself than when I'm with him."
Rose drank from her water again and she smiled at him kindly, "I think it's safe to say the same could be said for you and Wendy." Peter nodded seriously and then asked, "But what of…everything else?" Rose shrugged and laughed again, "There's only so much we can control. The rest…we just figure it out as we go along." She smiled at him kindly and she said to him, "I know you can work it out. You've inspired me to push through, even when times get hard. You two are meant for each other. That much is obvious. That's my two-cense anyway."

This caused Peter to grin boyishly and he said, "Thanks Rose. It means a lot." As she was walking away, he said to her, "And if it means anything, I've never seen Sligh more besotted." Rose had learnt his real name a few months ago. She'd been calling him it ever since and it was so cute to see. Slightly blushed when she used it, almost on instinct. This had made Peter laugh, initially. Rose nodded and grinned at him before heading back to bed. Peter decided to do the same, all his nerves from the night before had disappeared. He felt like he could use a good sleep.

Wendy:

Emily arrived at four o' clock on the dot! She squealed when she saw Wendy, who had just showered and changed into her bathrobe. She hugged her friend in excitement and Emily shouted in the entrance hall, "Happy wedding day!" This caused Wendy to laugh as her best friend practically squeezed her to death and Wendy laughed, "Hey Em! Good to see you too!"

They headed up to Wendy's childhood bedroom, where Prunella had already started on her make-up. Emily stopped her outside the door and said firmly, "Wait! I have something for you." Wendy said in protest, "You didn't have to..." Emily rolled her eyes and said, "I did. Don't argue." She had a bag in her hand from which she pulled out a blue box. Emily grinned at her, her eyes alight and shining as she said, "It's not something old, or something blue, but it is something for you to wear. Something I'm not sure you have."

This caused Wendy to raise her eyebrows in surprise and she smiled warmly at her friend, before lifting the lid. She gasped! It was a garter and this caused her to blush at the thought of Peter pulling that down her leg in front of everyone. It was a beautiful garter with lots of little pale pink flowers around the edges and Wendy blushed, "It's beautiful, thanks Em!"
They hugged again and then Wendy led Emily into her room where she was getting ready. Emily and her mother changed into their dresses in the bathroom as Prunella applied Wendy's make-up for her. Then Rose arrived- her other bridesmaid- and got dressed and ready. Prunella did Wendy's hair just how she wanted it, and then it was time for Wendy to pull on her dress. She felt her heart pounding anxiously in her chest as she slipped into it. She was soon going to be Peter Pans wife! How long had it taken them to get here? Far too long, and Wendy was going to make sure she enjoyed every moment of it!

Peter:

Peter stood at the isle, his heart racing and his mind spinning. Wendy hadn't even walked down the isle yet and already he was anxious to see her. He had been told by Slightly that weddings didn't always start promptly on time. Sometimes, especially if the bride was nervous, they could be delayed for minutes at a time, and Peter sincerely hoped this wouldn't be Wendy's case. He was anxious to marry her now, especially after his chat with Rose in the early house of the morning. He felt more reassured somehow. The fact that he inspired her with Slightly meant a lot to him

The wedding was being held in the Darling's backyard. It beautiful enough with all the willow trees surrounding the corners and the flowerbeds that Mrs Darling looked after with so much precision and care. It was also a meaningful place for everyone, where the memories would be easily revisit-able if they wanted to relive it all. There was an wedding arch at the end of the garden, where Peter was standing, which had been rented for this occasion. It had white lace curtain surrounding it and had been outlined with beautiful wild flowers- pink hibiscus, daylily's, beauty rose's, and most predominantly-peonies. These were interlaced with white hydrangea's and red roses. It really was something to behold. Wendy's mother, of course had put it all together. Peter had helped her with the flowers at the top, and had picked up on some of the different flower's names from Mrs Darling. She had picked them straight from her garden, and so they couldn't be more cared for if they had tried. There were also red and white rose petals scattering the grass just in front of the arch for wedding to walk on.

There were just less than seventy white chairs spread out across the garden. Most of them had been taken already and Peter kept glancing at the house nervously, wondering when Wendy would come. Slightly was trying to distract him by saying, "I'm proud of you, Peter. You're the best brother I can ask for. You put aside your own fears to be with Wendy. It shows the true man you've become." He clapped Peter lightly on the arm and Peter hugged his brother gratefully, "Thanks Sligh…for being there through it all."
Slightly grinned at him and then music started playing softly in the background. This made Peter jump and he stared at the house, along with everyone else. He was slightly disappointed at first when Rose was the first out. The garden was quite a distance away from the house. She was wearing a knee-length emerald colored dress which made Peter smile. He was pretty convinced Wendy's favorite colour was now green from all the time she'd been in Neverland. It was her way of paying tribute to the forest, he was sure.

Next came Emily a few moments later, wearing a very similar dress to Rose. She looked just as beautiful, with her raven-black hair shining in the sun. But there was someone he was most anxious to see, and when Wendy did step out of the door, Mr Darling holding her arm in his, he couldn't help but a let a smile beam all over his face! Even though she was still far away, he could just make out their figures and he couldn't wait for them to come closer, his heart racing in anticipation.

Rose reached the gathering and took her seat. Then next was Emily and several steps behind her was…Wendy. He could see her perfectly now. She was dressed in a white gown which had intricate patterns and details swirling around the white gown. He'd half expected her to wear green, but he was happily surprised! Wendy looked like an angel in white. It was simple and yet intricate. Delicate and refined. It had lacy sleeves which made her look like she was fragile, and yet the most strong women in the world, and to Peter she was.

Once he had finished analyzing her dress, his eyes trailed up to her face. She was glowing with love and pride and he couldn't wait to make her his. Wendy's blue eyes were shining with the same eagerness he was feeling. Peter had dreaded this moment for a long time- for all of his life really…the moment he became a man. But when he looked at her now, all those fears seemed to vanish, and he knew with her at his side, he could do anything. And that was all he needed to know.

Wendy:

Wendy approached Peter and tried to keep in time with the music. She had stared at her reflection in the mirror and couldn't really believe it was her. She never imagined her hair could actually be done so extravagantly. Prunella had perfected it by putting it in a loose braid and then dotting loads of different coloured flowers all over the braid.

The dress flowed around her as she walked down the aisle and she felt her heart skip a beat again as she looked at the man she was going to marry. He had put aside his fears and worries for her to make Wendy happy. She could see the love radiating from him and Wendy had to almost stop herself from running to him down the rest of the garden. But when she got there and her father let her go by placing her hand in Peters, Wendy- for the first time in her life felt complete. She felt like she was home- for home is where the hear is, and for her, that was wherever Peter was.

A/N: Hi all! I must humbly apologize, once again, for the extreme delay in getting this chapter up! It is one which I must admit, I have been procrastinating doing. Why? I haven't really wanted this story to end. This evening I was randomly inspired to finish it. I doubt it will be the absolute last chapter….but this is basically the ideal ending. I might post a few futuristic chapters, or even more on the wedding though so stay tuned! Thanks for being so patient with me and for all of the kind words of support! It truly means the world! Hope you guys enjoy it! Much love!

P.S: I know I said they chose a garden for the wedding venue in the previous chapter but I thought them getting married at the Darling manner was much more appropriate and intimate. Hope you guys agree!