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Chapter 7

His sleep was uneasy, as he awoke a few hours later as Peter had woken up, managed to crawl over Kraglin, who hadn't stirred and was happily pressing Yondu in the back.

The Centaurian flipped himself over, and stared at the boy, he could see courtesy of the starlight which seemed to illuminate his bright green eyes, as he gave Yondu a toothy grin and tried to make his way to the pouch, as Yondu took his hand and shook his head. Peter started once more but seemed to understand it was off limits, as he curled up next to the pillow and fell asleep instantly. Yondu could hear the sweet baby breath of the boy, and just stared at him as his mind suddenly granted an image of the boy when he was older. Peter in his twenties standing strong with a blaster in his hand and the red coat and emblem of the Ravagers with a cocky, confident grin in his face, which he tried to banish but it just hung there as if it was taunting him.

He wondered if Kraglin really was sleeping. It seemed unfair that he had given him all this shit, yet had the right to sleep with no problems as eventually Yondu managed to get a few more hours.

The next morning, if it could really be called that in Space. Yondu woke up to find both Kraglin and the boy gone, with and a note was on the side to say that that he was in the mess hall. Grabbing the bag Yondu for the thousandth time over the past five weeks checked the rendezvous point, got changed quickly, sent a message to the Bridge and followed after Kraglin.

Yondu never entered the mess but hung around the doorway, noticing the silence and sadness of most of the crews face's as it was clear they had said goodbye to the boy.

There amidst the men, he could see Iztel, giving the boy a one-armed hug and telling him to "Come back anytime, I'll make you something nice and sweet". Which Peter seemed to understand as he dug his chubby arms in harder.

"Kraglin, we have an hour…Bring the boy". Yondu ordered in his most severe tone, which every one of the crew understood, there was some resistance in Kraglin's face, but he followed Yondu without a word

On the Bridge, Yondu relived the crews, noting that the box Peter had spent so much time had been put away somewhere in his office, and as he passed to his chair pointed his arms out to Kraglin, and said in his most commanding tone "Give me the boy".

There was reluctance on every bit on Kraglin's face, and his arms looked to have gained as deadweight, as he eventually passed the boy over to Yondu, who immediately stuffed him in his pouch. Peter wiggled into the skin as he peered up at Yondu, who for once didn't return the look. The last hour dragged for the entire crew, as Kraglin tried to focus on his work, but without realising it no Yondu could feel Kraglin's eyes upon him, as is they were sticking out of his head.

"ETA, five minutes, M-Ships are prepped and standing by if needed". Kraglin stated in a flat voice, trying to keep the emotion out of it, but he could hear it on the edge.

"Fine, keep a steady course". Stated Yondu, as Peter suddenly nudged him in the ribs, causing him to look down. There was Peter, looking at Yondu, with a happy smile on his face. Yondu felt a moment of hesitation as he tore his eyes away as in the distance the Gramosians fighter, appeared in view admits the stars.

After five weeks of planning this was the moment, as finger danced across consoles, preparing for the hails, as the rest of the crew got to work, Kraglin got up suddenly, and turned away from his console. "I can't be a part of this Yondu, I just…" The last words went unsaid, as Kraglin made his way towards the door.

"Don't you want to say goodbye?" Asked Yondu in a voice harsher than he intended, obviously giving the impression he was taking the piss as Kraglin threw him a look of pure disgust and left the room. It was now two minutes, as Yondu suddenly had a thought of Peter on the Gramosian ship, there was a possibility he wouldn't last, hell they could eat him if they wanted to. What the hell was that bastard of a father of his thinking?

"One minute". Chimed out Yarovesky, as with quick hands, Yondu threw his hands into his coat and straightened the boy out so he was lying flat "Don't move, and don't you dare speak". He hissed to the boy, placing a finger over his lips so hopefully Peter understood, as he looked back at him with total confusion, as Yondu hastily arranged his scarf so it covered the rest of him up, as almost immediately the Gramosian ship answered their hails.

As it was their first introduction, there was a brief stalemate between the two Captains, the Gramosian, with his blue-black skin seemed to try to intimate Yondu with his sneer, as Yondu kept his face casual as possible.

"We are here for the extraction…where is the boy?"

No formality, no hello as Yondu bit back a sarcastic response.

"There is no extraction, their is no boy. He died in childbirth, mother had cancer…we found graves". Yondu lied with ease

The Gramosian took one look at Yondu and wasn't convinced, "Then why didn't you contact us, why are you at the rims?"

"Because according to the contract, we had to maintain silence which we would not violate. And because we fulfilled our terms of the contract, and now it's your turn". The Gramosian just look confused as Yondu continued.

"We were promised ten million totals for the cargo, there is no cargo and there never was. So you and the Buyer have violated the contract…And we desire some compensation". Yondu said casually, stretching his legs out, as if to make his point, "For services rendered, fuel, food that we brought in advance as well as clothes" Ok that was the crew, but Yondu knew he had to make it convincing. "As well as lost money, so let's say eight million units total?"

The Gramosian bulked at the total "Eight million units and I go back with nothing". To which Yondu shrugged.

"Fine I'll go down to seven million, because what that buys is also my silence. How do you think it will go down, it word ever got out that this child almost existed, be quite embarrassing to the buyer, and possibly…" The smug look on Yondu face was genuine and he wished Kraglin could be there to see the performance of a lifetime "…the end of your pathetic existence".

The statement hovered in the air, the Captain of the Ravagers, and the Gramosian fighter, As Yondu finally, said. "Also I've noticed you're travelling as just one…I have a hanger full of prepped and ready M-Ship's…if that helps you make up your mind?"

The ten seconds for the Gramosian to make up his mind seemed to stretch to an hour as the darker skinned one nodded finally. "Fine".

Immediately Yondu opened his pad and saw the Units deposited in his account, and couldn't resist a sneer, "Been wonderful doing business with you…and please give my sympathies to the buyer about the cargo, such a terrible loss".

Yondu couldn't resist a small chuckle, as he flicked the screen back to the stars and putting Horuz in charge pulled the scarf off his neck. Peter had obeyed everything brilliantly, as he smiled up at Yondu, who made his way quickly to his quarters, grabbing Peter's precious bag as he left the room feeling a mixture of light headedness and relief.

He had broken a contract, something almost unheard of even for a Ravager and he knew if it was discovered his life and possibly the rest of his crews was forfeit, but as he looked at the boy…for the first time in his life he didn't care.

"You're stuck with us now kid…you better be good?" Yondu attempted to be serious, but the flush of happiness crept over his face at Peter…his boy!

Approaching his quarters, he could hear the sounds of Kraglin opening drawers and cupboards, taking out his own belongings hastily, as the Centaurian swiped his hand over the door, which Kraglin had his back to as he stuffed some clothes into a bad.

"I said I was leaving you, you bastard. Did you think I was joking about that?" Muttered Kraglin, throwing more objects into a bad, as Yondu tried to keep his voice neutral.

"So you're actually going to leave me…well that's just perfect. Do tell me how the hell I'm meant to raise this kid all by myself?" Yondu smiled as Kraglin stopped suddenly and turned his heads towards him "What?"

"Here". Yondu pulled his coat open to reveal Peter sitting in his pouch, his arms stretched out towards "Kalin". Peter said out loud, as Kraglin's jaw just dropped.

"What the fuck…What the fuck". Kraglin dashed over to Yondu, who was pleased his skin stretched as Kraglin grabbed the boy from his pouch and held him tightly.

"Congratulations, it's a boy". Yondu joked as he came over to his mate who was showering the boy's face with kisses, which caused Peter to giggle.

"Why did you do it, what made you change your mind?" Kraglin demanded, still not believing what he was holding in his arms.

Oh, hell I'm not going there, Yondu thought to himself. "Because he'll be a slave and he'll be better off with us". As he sat Kraglin on the edge of the bed, Kraglin refusing to let the boy go and filled him in on what he had missed out on.

"So we get to keep him and seven million Units". Concluded Kraglin, as Peter put his arms out for Yondu.

"Yeah…not too shabby. Had worse days I guess". Yondu shrugged as Kraglin suddenly run his hand over his face.

"Oh gods Yondu, we've just become parents. What are we going to do?"

"Raise him, feed him and make sure he doesn't get hurt. Fatherhood, I guess". Since Yondu was clueless as well, and knew he would have to figure this out as he went along.

"What if that bastard father of his comes after us…what then?"

Yondu as he was taking the boy to his mate had actually thought of that. "Pretend, he's yours…You screwed some slapper on some shithole world. Mother died, we took him in…No one's going to question that. We pretend he's Xandarian, he does look it anyway". Yondu supplied as Kraglin said out loud.

"Fine…we can do that. So what about it little man, happy to say with us?" The extra attention and a laugh from Peter they took in the affirmative, as Yondu bounced the baby on his knee and turned to Kraglin. "But if we want to keep his safe, we have to hide his last name…there is the off chance, he could be a target especially if that asshole of a father doesn't fall for it. So we have to change his last name". Yondu finished as he turned to his mate.

"So we're going to call him Peter Obfonteri?" Kraglin seemed to be trying out the name in his head, before Yondu finished his sentence.

"Actually I want to call him Peter Udonta, if he's your son then it means he's my heir and under the protection of the rest of the Ravagers….makes sense really". Yondu finished, looking at Kraglin for a reaction, who just smiled. In Ravager circles, sometimes the most senior crew appointed an heir, usually someone younger who would act as their next of kin. If they died, then all their Units would be appointed to them, along with their worldly goods. Both Kraglin and Yondu were each other heirs, but by appointing Peter, it was declaring he was his son, or as good as. The gesture touched Kraglin, even though he decided not to show it. "Oh hell I don't care, but you like it don't you Peter Jason Udonta?

Peter just nodded, or what they took for a nod, as Kraglin and Yondu leaned back against the bed. "So now I have to tell the crew, make it clear if they question it, it will be the last thing they do, make it clear they have to protect the boy. Release Proctom from the brig and make it clear to him that if he ever cuts Peter again, he'll get killed. And tomorrow tell the men, to start building a nursery in the cell next door; we can put in an adjoining door as well so we can get to him easier when he cries".

Yondu finished as Kraglin just smiled at him "So you thought of this just now?" He asked his mate with a wry smile. "Of course, I just decided to keep him, haven't been thinking about for the past month at all". Claimed Yondu, as Kraglin leaned over as the two lips met in a deep husky kiss, their first physical contact in over a month as Kraglin fixed his eyes at Yondu who immediately got to his feet. "Sod tomorrow, I'll tell them to start now".

As Yondu left the room, and Kraglin could hear him barking orders across the ship, Kraglin leaned back with Peter Jason Udonta and hugged the boy close to his chest.

Peter obvious to all the changes he had caused just put a thumb in his mouth and began to drift off to sleep as Kraglin run his fingers through his blonde hair, and said to the boy. "Listen, we're not going to be perfect, but we love you…and at least that's something, right?"

Peter drifting into slumber seemed to nod, "But there is something you need to know about me and your new dad, we may love you. But I've been torturing him for a month, so I need to make it up to him…and he needs to make it up to me". Kraglin put the boy down in his box, pulled out his Walkman, and the Terran music began to play. Locking the door behind him, and went to join Yondu in instructing the crew. He may have just become a father, but he was going to screw his mate into oblivion, tonight.

The end

Also I may come back to this in the future, love baby Peter so much xx

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