"Are you some kind of idiot boy?" Yondu growled at him, the red headed teen was just glaring as he sat up in the medical bay on Yondu's ship.
"It could be wrong; I mean you blew half a ship of just to get this piece of junk," Peter said as he slapped the side of the medical scanner only for it to splutter, shake and to shoot off a bolt into the direction of two other Ravagers. Their screams could be heard over 3 decks. "If I was carrying and I'm not!... I wouldn't want this thing near my baby."
"There is nothing wrong with Betties." The medic said, "And it's never been wrong before." He muttered as he stroked the piece of junk.
It made Peter snort before turning to look at the large blue man and felt like shrinking backs at bit as the Yondu loomed over him. "No? So throwing yourself out of your bunk to throw up every morning for the last 2 weeks and let's not forget you can't keep anything down." Peter frowned at him
"Have you tried Kraglin's cooking? If you can eat it you have to hold your nose." He tells him, Yondu slaps the back of his head.
"Be grateful that he cooks for you." He hisses at him, Peter looked down at his knees and sees the slight swell of his stomach. "You're carrying boy, now we got to decide what to do with it." Peter looks up at him with wide eyes.
"Hell no! You aren't touching my baby!" Peter yells he thinks this could be the strangest conversation he has had with the Captain, well apart from when he caught one of his crew mating selling a tied Peter to a couple of Kree Guards for some 1000 Units. Yeah, it wasn't often he got to see Yondu get protective over him, but it made his day when he saw said crew member was shot and left in a fish tank with tiny flesh eating fish and the Kree Guards were never going to be walking right ever again. Peter was untied and taken back to the ship; however, that was a month ago and if Betties was right he is 3 months pregnant and those Kree guys never really got a chance to have him before Yondu saved him…So who was it?…he wondered to himself.
Yondu was quiet as he looked at the teen sat on the cold metal table, Peter felt his eyes burn tears …fucking hormones…he thought bitterly "Yondu please, let me keep it." He whispered,
"Do you even know who the daddy is?" He asked, the red head bit his bottom lips and looked to the medic. "Doc do you have the date when sprog Jr was implanted?" Yondu asked the 17-year-old winced at the word implanted.
"I would say about the ship was dock for repairs." Peter frowned and rubbed the back of his head.
"I've narrowed it down." He mumbled, okay so he is a slut. While the ship was dock to get a few repairs he might have taken a rather tall muscle bound hunk to bed, but he wasn't the only one he took to the bed or rather they took him to bed.
"You narrowed it down?" Yondu didn't sound impressed.
"Ummm yeah, I think it was this one guy?" He scratched the top of his head,
"And he is….?"
"I don't think I got his name," Peter mumbled. "There was no time for that." Peter grinned and wiggled his eye brows.