Five years later,

Wendy and Elizabeth sat out on the veranda at the Chesterfield mansion. They watched as their children played on the expansive green lawn, chasing one another around. Five year old Lillian Darling and three year old Peter Eugene Chesterfield ll. The middle name had been a requirement from his loving grandmother. Both Elizabeth and Wendy were round with child for the second time.

Elizabeth smiled kindly at Wendy. "How long do you think they will be?"

Wendy laughed at Elizabeth. "You know them, they get to talking and working…the end of the world could arrive and they would still be going over business ventures. No matter Elizabeth, I love having your company."

Elizabeth laughed back at Wendy. "A few more business deals like this one and you'll be begging to get us out of your hair."

Wendy shook her head back and forth. "Not at all, Elizabeth. You're my only sister."

Elizabeth gave Wendy a sly look. "Haven't you heard the latest gossip Wendy? Or are you to confined out here in the country?

Wendy was extremely curious now. "What?"

Elizabeth laughed at the familiar Curiosity in Wendy; usually it showed its self right before she was involved in some particular shenanigan. "There was one very angry Lord Harrison, knocking at our door in the middle of the night….about three nights ago."

Wendy leaned as far over her large belly as she could. "No!" Wendy was aghast.

Elizabeth leaned towards her about as far as she could get also. "It seems we may have ourselves another sister after all."

Wendy and Elizabeth both shot up sitting ramrod straight when the door opened and their husbands casually walked out. Peter was the first to notice. "Whatever you have going on in that mind of yours, I want to know immediately."

Wendy played innocent. "I can't imagine what you mean." She batted her eyelashes for further effect.

Peter couldn't help but smile at her. He was the luckiest man in the world. John interrupted his thoughts. "I am glad she's your responsibility now. I was way out of my league…you, however seem to be on top of things."

Peter laughed at John's look of relief. "That's because it takes one to know one."

Everyone but Wendy laughed at that. She was about reply, but then they were all distracted by the kids having an argument. Peter rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked out to his son.

As soon as little Peter saw his father he ran to him. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."

Peter picked up his son, tossing him into the air and catching him again. "Yes son?" He asked, over the sqeals and laughter coming from little Peter.

Little Peter did his best to mimic his mother's pout. "Cousin Lilly says I must grow up. I don't wanna grow up. I want always to be little and have fun forever."

Peter laughed at his son. He leaned down to whisper in his ear, so no one could hear what he said. "My boy, that's because you haven't found a Wendy yet." His son gave him a confused look. "When you find your Wendy, you will go to the ends of the earth and back. You will do anything for her…even want to grow up."

Little Peter didn't believe him. "Never."

Peter laughed again, remembering his own vow many years ago. "You will see, my son. You will see." Peter put his son down to run, while never once taking his eyes off of his beautiful wife. She rewarded him with one of her lovely smiles, the kind that made her eyes sparkle. "Anything" He said only to himself, while he walked back to the beautiful woman who called him husband.