Ok happy Easter everyone, took a detour from one story to write some of another. Xx

Fatherhood: Part 12

A Ravagers Easter Surprise

Even though they were a bunch of rowdy Space Pirates, Yondu and Kraglin were determined for their son to have a normal childhood. Even if Peter was in deep Space, surrounded by armed and vicious bastards. He was normally a happy boy and loved everyone.

Ever since Day of Thanks. Yondu had found himself mellowing out a bit more over Xandarian Holidays, and the four-year-old loved it.

In the end, though it was Iztel who pointed out, Easter. Even if Peter was ignorant of the fact he was Terran, and none of them understood the pagan festivals, some guy raising from the dead and whatever the hell was a rabbit giving out chocolate eggs!

None of them could understand it, but secretly, well not that secret since everyone knew Yondu was a sucker for his son, he agreed as long as someone else organised it.

Out of the Ravagers, it was Jamsean who came up with the plan. On Xander, there was a specific type of egg-shaped sweet, which when cracked open revealed delicious sweet fruit. It was a staple of most children's sweet tooth which was why Yondu and Kraglin didn't want their son to indulge too much.

However, the shells were boring and white, so the Ravager who had been sketching, drawing and painting ever since the Day of Thanks, and got to work with food dyes. Assuring Yondu and Kraglin, they wouldn't send their son into a sugar high.

It had been noticed amongst the Ravagers that ever since Gunnsen and Jamsean had settled down, they had been a lot calmer, and more focused on work. A lot of them rolled their eyes and the sly looks they gave each other, but none of them took the piss too much about it. The Vonspiers were a family as much as the Udonta's were. And that was it.

However, it was strange that the burly Ravager that was Jamsean was becoming a pretty good artist. He had taken all the eggs and with the aid tweezers, created detailed designs and images on every one, which some bright and just fun. Of course, because he was a Ravager, some with impaling, blood and some with a miniature of Yondu drawing his Yaka arrow in a Kree's head.

Yondu was impressed with this and gave the order for the Eggs to be placed in easily accessed points on the ship where Peter knew best. The M-Ship hanger, but not on any of the ships, the Mess Hall, the Elector's Main and secondary Bridge, and on the decks in between.

The rest of the Ravagers were given the job to place them in areas easy for a four-year-old to spot. Which is why little Peter Udonta after finishing being taught basic maintenance for the day with Peter wearing his favourite green jumper and softest trousers, came into the Mess hall, with a note addressed only for him which is read aloud.

"Peter, there are sweets on this ship all for you. If you can find all fifty of them, you can keep them…but you have to share". He read getting excited since he was now four and was learning to read very well.

Sweets, lots of sweets all for him. There was a basket on the side for the eggs which Peter grabbed all giddy and was ready to run when his daddies came into the room, and Yondu grabbed him by the hand.

"Come on daddy, sweets, I have sweets" Peter jumped from one foot to the next, itching to get started, whole Kraglin tried to calm their son down. "Come on daddy, sweets all for me".

"That's good Peter, but there's one there you missed," Kraglin said pointing to the table where he did his lessons. An egg was there in bright yellow colours, and Peter just squealed and rushed to grab it. Peter knew he had to share, but he didn't care. He would have sweet things even if his daddies were so strict most of the time.

Watching Peter tearing through the ship raised the smiles of all of the Ravagers who had placed them, and Yondu and Kraglin couldn't help that their son's happiness was infectious.

Several times where they could see one, but he didn't, they tried to give him directions without pointing it out entirely, and soon Peter's basket almost filled with the sweet, delicious eggs.

In truth Yondu was surprised no one had taken them in his absence, hell they were Ravagers, but they all loved Peter and even as criminals they had standards and that standard was him.

Peter's bag was soon full of the delicious sweet things, but stepping past the armoury, begun to do his little dance "Daddy I need a wee", he said to his parents. Who just rolled their eye, but hey was near to the crew's toilets, every second deck had one, even if they preferred to go elsewhere.

"Ok fine", Yondu said taking the boys hand and leaving the basket outside, best not to take it in. Normally they were shithole places, but for once it looked clean, even if it was basic. But no one ever complained about that. They were on a spaceship held together by grit and spit after all.

"I can go by myself I'm a big boy now", Peter declared running into the cubicle and closing the door, to which his parents just snickered at their son.

"Actually, I need a shit myself," Kraglin said before Yondu could admonish his mate at the use of language in front of their son, which was normally his job, but he needed to go but took the time to state. "Peter, when you're done, wash your hands and wait outside",

"Ok daddy", Peter replied and was finished quickly, but his parents weren't so Peter after he washed his hands went to the door to get his basket. All his eggs were still there, and standing there he heard the sounds in the armoury and curiosity overrode his parent's order that he could never go in, so all he would do was stand at the door.

The Armoury was organised chaos of sparks and the smell of metal and grease as he watched Gunnsen putting a blaster together and wished he could help the Ravager assemble it.

All the Ravagers had one, but he was too young and not a Ravager yet.

Standing by the door, Peter wanted to run in so much, but instead just stood there and that's when he saw it, in a little groove next to the door just being the toolbox all golden and round just shaped like an egg. Peter did a little excited dance as he dropped to the floor and stretched out, it was stuck fast, but he managed to get his little hands around it. It was cold and metal, so perhaps it had better sweets in it, he wondered as he dropped it into the basket.

"Peter, what are you doing?" Kraglin asked as both his parents came out the door "Nothing" the four-year-old replied, going back to his daddies and leaving the armoury behind them.

"Just looking daddy," Peter replied grabbing his parent's hand and going on their journey to get more sweet eggs. Peter was so happy filling his basket up, finishing off in the Electors main cockpit and the final one hanging from the Captain's chair in Ravager red colours.

"Yea I've got them all" Peter declared, as Yarovesky the ships main Navigator tried not to laugh at the sight of the little boy and his basket full of eggs and Peter looked up at the dark-haired navigator and twisted his lips.

"Yarovesky, would you like one?" Peter asked, gesturing to the basket while the Ravager just smiled at this boy's unselfishness. "No Peter, these are all for you" he stated, not telling the boy that Jamsean had made more than enough and those which weren't perfect had been given to the crew for the past week. For Ravagers who normally didn't have sweet things, that last few days of stuffing his face was more than enough for a lifetime.

"Besides Peter, to need to have your lunch first". Said Yondu, his arms crossed so Peter knew he couldn't argue, so walking with his parents, he went back through the ship happily swinging his basket in the air.

It was a slow day on the Elector so Peter instead of having lunch with Iztel in his special area would be sitting with his parents, Kraglin having cleared both their schedule, and it was a rare quiet day for the Ravagers.

In the Mess, there was an abundance of life, Jamsean and Gunnsen were sitting together enjoying each other's company, while Iztel and Proctom were standing at the counters mixing ingredients and just talking to each other.

The older Ravager didn't even need to turn around to know Peter was coming into the room especially today since he aa singing one of his happy songs.

"Iztel, Proctom I'm having lunch with my daddies". Peter said to the MasterChef, who just smiled "But then I'm going to eat all of my eggs, all fifty-one of them". He declared still swinging his basket of sweets.

Several feet away Jamsean who was devouring his strew looked up. He had spent ages on them, knew each egg was perfect and had scoffed the rest. Fifty-one, no that wasn't right.

"Peter, where did you get them all from?" he asked the four-year-old, trying to keep it casual, but unable to ignore the suspicions feeling in his body. Causing Peter's little face to screw up in concentration, which managed to get the reaction of his parents.

"Umm from the Mess, the cockpit, the decks and" Peter reached into the basket, and his hands found the egg-shaped metal thing "I got this from the armoury".

Instantly every Ravager on instinct jerked back, which caused Peter to jump suddenly, and he dropped his basket into the floor.

Everyone felt a wave of fear rush through them, hardened space pirate bastards or not and Peter just grew confused and very, very worried. Yondu and Kraglin and shared a look, but neither of them could vocalise it, but the fireworks under Yondu headpiece cracked with concern.

There was silence in the Mess hall, apart from the beeping from the grenade the four-year-old was holding.

Which the moment he realised his grip would blow his body apart in a second.

To be continued

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